Although this is a stand-alone story, it is actually part of series, which began under the gay male category, depicting the manipulation of a straight married man to a submissive gay bottom to a big-cocked alpha. In this chapter, the big-cocked stranger meets the wife of the cocksucker. It contains content of non-consent reluctant man/woman sex, as the wife learns what a 'real' cock feels like. If this is in any way offensive, please move onto another story. If you choose to read on, enjoy.
Although this is a stand-alone story, it is actually the fifth part in 'A Cock in the Hand' series, which began under the gay male category, depicting the manipulation of a straight married man to a submissive gay bottom to a big-cocked alpha male.
This chapter describes the introduction of the big-cocked stranger to the wife of the submissive cocksucker. It contains content of non-consent reluctant man/woman sex, as the wife learns what a 'real' cock feels like. If this is in any way offensive, please move onto another story. If you choose to read on, I hope you enjoy.
Note to reader, as I worked on this story, Amy had a mind of her own and took the story further than I originally planned. So, it's a little long, but I hope the payoff is worth it. Enjoy, and as always, I welcome your feedback!
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I sat waiting for my husband, Wayne's, call, with complete dread. I had no Idea how I could talk to him and pretend I hadn't just ruined our marriage. My stomach felt like I'd swallowed a bag of cement. A long, hot shower did not help to make me feel any cleaner. In fact, I felt nothing but dirty. In just one mindless day, I had tossed all morals aside and succumbed to animal lust with a complete stranger, in my own home.
As these words play in my mind, that was part of the problem. It didn't feel like my home. Since we moved to Dallas for my husband's career, I hadn't embraced the new home, or the town.
On paper, it made perfect sense. I could easily transfer with my company. I work for a large retailer of primarily women's clothing and home goods. His promotion came with a significant raise. However, it turned out, I hated my new boss, and the stress of moving our children away from family, made me feel trapped and resentful.
Wayne tried to help, telling me I could leave my job until we got settled, but that thought only made me feel more dependent and more deeply trapped. I had always been independent-minded and proud of my career. The thought of being a stay-at-home mom, while having some appeal, was always terrifying to me. I would be completely dependent on him for everything. There was no chance I could ever do that.
Then, when Mark showed up at my house, and made me feel sexy and vital, I just lost my fucking mind. All my pent-up frustration, fear and anger released in an animal passion; I hadn't felt in years. But I'm getting ahead of myself.
Wayne is a pilot for a major airline and got a promotion with a significant raise to move from Baltimore to Dallas. We discussed it, weighed the pros and cons, and mutually decided to make the move. I went into this, eyes wide open and confident it was the best for our family.
I knew it would be hard being away from Mom and my sister, but with our flight perks, it would be easy to fly back or have them fly out as frequently as we wanted.
Unfortunately, the new boss turned out to be an oppressive, hands-on prick, who used to have my job, and refused to see how anyone would want to handle anything differently than him.
That introduced a whole new level of stress and exponentially increased the stress between Wayne and me and magnified every obstacle. Trying to find daycare and looking at schools became another point of frustration, and with Wayne's travel schedule, the weight of it all rested firmly on me.
So how do I respond? By fucking the young man, my husband was trying to help out of a tough situation. He had offered to pay him for doing some landscaping work on the new house.
I wish Wayne had told me in advance he was coming. Maybe it would have been different. When Mark showed up dressed like he was, it set me back, and I never seemed to get back on track.
That morning, my mom was staying with me, thanks to Wayne's suggestion to help me with the transition. We flew mom out to spend time with the kids, and give me some relief, as I searched for childcare options and reviewed preschool choices. I had that Monday off, and Mom was planning to take the kids to the zoo, while I had some 'me' time and interviewed a couple of babysitter candidates.
Mom and Dad married young, which resulted in an extra-close relationship between her, my younger sister, and me. She looked amazing for her age, and often was mistaken for our older sister. Because of that dynamic, my sister and I really enjoyed spending time with Mom since she was sometimes as much a friend, as she was a mom.
The kids were sleeping in, so mom and I were enjoying the peace and quiet poolside, in the Texas heat. We wore matching bikinis I brought home from work, almost jokingly. We would never have dared to wear them, had we known there would be company.
I was enjoying the quiet, reclining by the pool, sucking up the rapidly rising heat like a lizard. Mom went to refill her coffee and I was starting to drift off, when she returned with our surprise visitor, startling me awake.
"Amy, sweetie, look what I found," she said, in a loud and perky voice.
"Hello, I'm Mark Thomas. Good to meet you, Mrs. Stilson. Seeing you, there's no doubt you and Ericka are related. Such rare beauty is unmistakable, but she's joking about being your mom, right?"
I tried to snap myself awake, but was confused who this was, and where the hell Mom picked him up. After an awkward pause, he spoke up.
"Damn, Steven didn't tell you I was coming?" he asked, uncomfortably.
"Who's Steven?" I asked, growing uncomfortable.
"Sorry, I mean Wayne," he corrected himself.
I looked at Mom like she was crazy; I couldn't believe she let this stranger into our house. She stood there grinning, in her bright-red bikini, confident as could be, eyes scanning Mark like a starving man eyeing a tender steak.
It was at that moment, that I noticed the object of her roaming eyes. Mark was tall and well put together, wearing obnoxiously tight jean shorts and a plain white tank T. The bulge in his pants was mesmerizing. I realized that, when I finally looked away and he flashed a snickering grin, with his eyes darting between Mom and me.
Trying not to stare at his bulge, I found myself enamored with his pecs and biceps, as well. My awkwardness only grew, and Mom loved every minute of it. She grinned ear to ear, shoving her chest forward, like a peacock with its feathers fanned out wide. Only Mom would invite a complete stranger in, and flirt with him mercilessly.
When I noticed the bulge growing larger, I was slapped back to reality. Mom and I were half naked in front of a large, hung stranger, and the kids asleep in the house. My discomfort level was growing by the second, while Mom was oblivious, and loving being ogled by the young stud.
Sensing my unease, Mark reacted. "I'm so sorry, I should have introduced myself. I'm Mark Thomas. I met your husband, Wayne recently, at the park jogging. He heard my story and decided to help by paying four hundred dollars toward my rent in exchange for some help and told me I could get four hundred dollars more for doing some odd jobs here at the house.
"I'm so sorry, that he didn't tell you. I hope I didn't get my wires crossed on which day," he said, looking concerned.
I was confused by his comments. Wayne never said anything and frankly, it did not sound like him to take pity on a stranger and give them four dollars let alone four hundred.
"Oh yeah, I do have the ATM receipt. He handed it to me with the cash and I never tossed it." He held it out.
It was Wayne's name on the receipt. "He did tell me he was gonna try to hire someone to dig out all these old shrubs and weeds," I said, as Mom's grin widened.
Four hundred dollars was way too cheap. Even eight hundred dollars sounded like a steal, for the amount of work. The shrubs were thick and overgrown all around the house. I thought, it did sound more like Wayne-- 'helping' a stranger, by taking advantage of them.
With Mom's encouragement, I decided to let him stay, and showed him all the work we wanted done. Mark was surprisingly open about his job at a local construction company being eliminated and his struggle looking for work.
He started working in the back and Mom did some prying into his love life, while he worked. She discovered he had been engaged, but his fiancé had broken it off a year ago, after almost five years. He seemed to love the attention and continued all morning, encouraging Mom's flirtation.
"You, ladies, are a prime example of why I haven't dated. All the pretty ones are taken. I could tell Wayne had some smarts, but wow. He picked a winner, Mrs. Stilson."
"Call me Amy," I said, blushing.
I had to admit, I was loving the attention almost as much as Mom.
"My Daddy used to say, take a good look at your mother-in-law, if you wanna know what your future wife's gonna look like in thirty years. Obviously, Wayne heard that, too."
"Watch it Mark, I'm not that much older..."
"Sorry, ma'am, I was just gonna say you must have got married at fifteen, or so."
"Good save, Mark, good save," I laughed.
"If I'd known the perks of this job, I'd have paid Steven, er--I mean Wayne, for the privilege."
I blushed again, as I watched him work, sweat starting to glisten on his rippled, tanned body. His ass was nearly as mesmerizing as the bulge. I was now able to stare at him, as he focused on the bushes.
"Excuse me a minute," said Mom, standing up. "I need to check on my grand babies. I know I kept them up late, but they are being sleepyheads this morning. Or they're up to no good. It just seems too quiet." She strutted away, glancing back, to make sure he was watching.
I had to admit, it did feel good to be the object of such a good-looking man's attention. Tensions between Wayne and I had been higher than ever, lately. It seemed like the past three or four weeks, he showed no interest, and frankly I didn't mind. It was easier to blame him for the stress of the move, than take responsibility for my own decisions.
"Can I get you some ice water or lemonade, Mark, you look downright hot," I said, doing my own bit of flirting. I noticed I even threw in a hint of southern drawl, with my double entendre.
"Lemonade sounds great. But you look awfully comfortable laying there. I can get us both, some, if you tell me where the glasses are." He had walked over and stood next to my lounge chair, with his bulging cock hovering in front of me.
I suddenly imagined sitting on the edge of the lounge chair, looking his cock dead on, while I unbuttoned those shorts. Then, in my mind, I unzipped them and slid them down leaving his semi-hard monster fighting to break free of his underwear. Next, my fingers slipped into his waistband and pulled his undies out and down, revealing his hot manhood before gripping him with both hands.
"Glasses?" he asked, breaking my lecherous train of thought.
My eyes moved from his cock to his wide-eyed face grinning down at me. My mouth hung open, a side effect of my dirty little thoughts. My pussy was flushed with moist heat, and I had to glance down and make sure my wetness was not visible. When I realized he knew what I was thinking, my face reddened, and his knowing smile widened just a little.
Then, with an arrogant tone, he asked, "Which cabinet are the glasses, Mrs. Stilson. You look a little flushed, some cold lemonade could help."
"The second cabinet to the right of the fridge, thank you, Mark," I said, trying to show some bit of self-control.
As he turned, the profile of his bulge was accentuated by the sunlight, as my eyes were drawn back to it. I was thankful for Mom's return, to snap me out of my sexual fog.
"Sound asleep. Maybe, I'll take them to see 'Minions' today, and get an earlier start for the zoo tomorrow. I hated to wake them."
I looked at my watch and it was already 11:00am. "Wow, they never sleep this long. Gramma wore them out."
Just then, Mark returned with two glasses of lemonade. "Your drinks, ladies."
"Well, thank you, sir," replied Mom, with an overdone smile. "I could get used to this."
"So could I," replied Mark, as he drank us in with his eyes.
He went back for his drink and Mom joked, "I think you could use a full-time pool boy, don't you?"
"Hell, yes!" I giggled. "Look at that ass in those jeans."
"It's not his ass I was looking at. He's hung like a... Thanks again, Mark!" she yelled, as he came back out.
I had to laugh at how easily I came around to a stranger having the run of the house.
Mom kept up the conversation with him, as he worked. No question was off-limits, and he seemed willing to answer. He seemed truly devastated by the break-up, and still hadn't fully recovered. His ex was already engaged again, but he was still not ready to think about anything serious. He'd been out of work for almost two months but had a lead on a potential full-time slot that could start next month.
When the kids woke up, they had cereal and were ready to hit the pool. Mark continued to work while Mom and I played with Caleb and Ashley. Caleb was five and would start kindergarten this year, and Ashley was three and a half. She loved and idolized her brother, and thank God, he felt the same. I knew that would change some day, but for now, he loved to play with little sis.
Mom and I swam with them, and after a bit, Mom, of course, took the opportunity to flirt.
"Hey, Mark, you look awfully warm. Sure, you don't want to cool off?" she yelled, then whispered to me, "No need for a bathing suit."
"Mom!" I looked at her in disbelief.
"You know, I can honestly say, I have never been invited to swim by two bikini-clad babes in my life. Thanks for making my day."
Mom giggled and I just blushed, as usual. Luckily, he laughed it off and got back to work. She, of course, continued to interrogate him and, it seemed, he really had taken the break-up hard. He had only been on three dates since, and none made it to a second.
The kids had just eaten breakfast and Mom had some cereal with them. I was getting hungry, so I offered Mark a sandwich, while Mom stayed with Caleb and Ashley in the pool.
We sat on the barstools at the kitchen counter and ate.
"I can't tell you how grateful I am to you and Steven, I mean Wayne. I'm sorry I keep saying that. It's just that's what he told me his name was, at first. I think he was reluctant to give his real name to a stranger, even though he was helping me out with a problem. Anyway, I am grateful. And I hope to repay your kindness someday, Mrs. Stilson."
"Call me Amy, please. There's nothing to repay. We're paying you to do a job. It's not charity at all," I said, touching his hand that lay on the counter.
I'm still not sure why I did that, but he didn't move his away, and I held it there, afraid to pull back and acknowledge my mistake. Then it became--awkward. My hand rested on his, as we sat next to each other. His brown eyes seemed to carry the sadness of his breakup, and I felt a wave of warmth through my whole body.
Suddenly, it hit home, how cold it had been between Wayne and me, and how long it had been since we made love. Then, I caught myself letting my eyes wander back to those jean shorts.
When he spun his barstool to face me, I just stared at his growing cock for a second, or two. His legs spread, revealing the outline of his manhood, as it filled with a rush of blood, causing a similar rush between my legs.
I whimpered and pulled my hand back, with a look of shame and fear. Fear of what I might do if I didn't break this train of thought. He clearly noticed my stare, looked down at his growing manhood, and his face flushed with redness.
He struggled for words, "I'm sor--"
"Let me refill your lemonade, Mark," I interrupted, taking his glass and practically running toward the fridge. "So, tell me, how did you and my husband actually meet, while he was jogging in the park?" I followed up, determined not to make more of an awkward moment than it was.
He hesitated, and I feared maybe I was unsuccessful in downplaying the moment.
"Well, that's a funny story, Amy. There I was, on my first day running in years; I was in the woods at the farthest point from the trail heads, in distress, and along comes Steven. He took matters into his own hands and fixed me right up."
I had put the counter between us, after filling his glass. I slid it to him as he spoke, and then grabbed my plate and slid my sandwich to my side of the counter. I thought I handled it all quite nonchalantly.
"What kind of distress?" I asked, puzzled by his choice of words, and again reverting back to calling him Steven.
He showed a sly little grin for just a second, then responded. "My muscles were spasming and hard as steel. Mark saw my situation, grabbed hold of the troubled area, stretched, squeezed, and rubbed until the problem was resolved. He really went above and beyond, to make sure I was taken care of. Not too many people would do what he did for a stranger. He even followed up on a couple of occasions since. He's been a real friend."
It seemed strange the way he described everything to me, but l was just happy our uncomfortable moment was behind us. I changed the topic back to his new job prospect and when we finished our lunch, headed back to the pool.
Shortly after that, Mom suggested to the kids, going to see 'Minions' and they lit up with excitement. I suddenly felt a sense of fear at the thought of being alone with Mark. The electricity in that touch played through my mind, and my mental image of freeing his cock flashed over and over in my head.
From there, it spiraled into a barrage of wicked thoughts. I imagined everything from kneeling in my yard and sucking his cock, to being bent over the kitchen counter and fucked from behind, pounding me to a screaming climax. In that fantasy, it happened so fast, he just yanked my bikini bottom to the side and fucked me with it on.
The frequency and intensity of thoughts only seemed to get worse, as the thought of giving into my animal lust made me feel excited, alive and sexy, like I hadn't in what seemed like years. Wayne and I had been married for eleven years, and I never got the 'seven-year itch' but I was definitely feeling the eleven-year itch if that was a thing.
While Mom rallied the troops for the movie, the Texas afternoon heat kicked in and my eyes burned from perspiration, as I lay on my back in the sun. So, I went inside to cool down for a bit. As I did, I saw Mark out the front window, now shirtless. His body glistened with sweat, as I watched through the sheer curtains. I stood once again, mesmerized as I stared at his firm body and rippled muscles.
With the curtains there, I felt like I was unseen, and he gave no indication of noticing. My mind ran through fantasy after fantasy. Taking him to my shower and washing him clean, before he picks me up and fucks me with my thighs around his waist; fucking him hot and sweaty on my living room floor; ass on the counter, legs spread wide as he fucks me in the kitchen; image after image, rushed through my brain.
I was obsessed with what that cock must look like, trying to imagine how big it was hard, and what it would feel like inside me. I was ashamed and excited at the same time.
Wayne and I married young, and I had only been with two other men. I did it once with a Michael Celeski in high school and seven times with Richard Selest in college, before I dated Wayne. Richard brought me my first orgasm the fourth time. Wayne brought me many, but they were becoming fewer and farther between.
As I watched Mark and fantasized, I told myself it was going to be a night with my plastic buddy. With Wayne away so much, I learned early on in our marriage, that a vibrating cock was a necessity. I was open with Wayne about it, and we even used it together over the phone a few times. Unfortunately, it was proportioned to Wayne and not Mark, but I would make do.
'Till then, I was content to watch and fantasize. That was, until Mom came down with the kids.
"Quite the show, isn't it?" said Mom, startling me.
The kids seemed oblivious, and I was grateful for that.
"You all look ready for some fun," I said happily to Caleb and Ashley, while stealing a glance at Mom, angry and ashamed all at once. She just grinned and eyeballed him, herself.
"Enjoy your day, Amy. Nothing wrong with enjoying the scenery the Good Lord put before you. This is your time. We may even go to dinner afterward, if we don't explode from too much popcorn. What do you think kids, popcorn 'til we pop?"
"Yeah!" they cheered.
"Listen, Caleb and Ashley, don't take advantage of Gramma. One tub of popcorn and one candy, tops! Got it?" I said, using my 'Mom' voice.
"Yes, ma'am," they said, smirking at Gramma.
I walked them out front to the car, and Mom had one last flirt with Mark.
"I think it's too hot to work this afternoon, I think you should definitely come back tomorrow, young man."
"I can get this done today; I think. You've all been more than generous," he said, wiping his brow.
"Don't be silly, it's way too hot, you need to take a break and pace yourself. Besides, we'll need to mulch and maybe plant a few things, if you're willing. We'll pay you, of course," I said, matter-of-factly.
"It's settled then. I'll look forward to seeing you tomorrow," Mom said, with a shameless, lecherous grin.
Mark blushed a bit. "Who could say no, to two such-lovely ladies?"
As Mom and the kids drove off, I turned to him, glistening in sweat. "Why don't you come in and cool off a while. It's gotta be over a hundred already."
"Let me finish this one, and I'll take you up on some more lemonade."
He began to dig the shovel in at the roots and I watched, entranced with his muscles flexing and rippling, as he worked. My mind was back into the mental slide show of his cock pounding me from every imaginable angle and position. My pussy tingled and radiated heat.
I stared hungrily, fantasizing about being taken and ravaged, giving myself willingly to his pleasure. Time stood still, as I devoured him with my eyes. When I noticed his cock stiffening, it hit me, and I looked up to see him smile, knowing exactly where my mind was focused.
When he stood up, my eyes widened as his full hard-on stretched the fabric, needing to be released. My shock must have startled him, and he looked down at it then back at me, with a slightly terrified look.
"Oh shit, Mrs. Stilson, I am so sorry. It's just having a beautiful woman and in a red bikini looking at me like... I, ah."
"No, I'm sorry, Mark. It's the stress of the move and my mom stoking the flames, I can't believe how I've acted. There's no excuse for it. You just seem so nice, and the thought of your fiancée throwing you aside."
"So, you feel sorry for me...."
"God, no, you're gorgeous! You could have your choice of women." I stopped myself. I just kept getting in deeper and couldn't seem to stop digging. I looked at the ground, red faced. "I'm going to shut up now and go inside where it's cool. Please take a break, come inside, and cool off. I'll get your money and we can call it a day."
"Let me finish this one, and I will take you up on the offer to get out of this heat. I really want to finish the job you're paying me for. I hope I haven't ruined this opportunity, Mrs. Stilson."
"Please call me Amy. Mrs. Stilson is my mother in law," I said, as I went inside. "Nothing's ruined. You haven't done anything but be a gentleman and let a couple of married ladies have a little fun. We just got carried away, and I apologize."
I was angry with myself for letting the cute, little fantasy, Mom helped instigate, grow into a near obsession. At the same time, I had to ask myself why I just insisted he call me Amy. Beyond that, I told myself to get a cover-up and stop antagonizing him. But once again, hungry for attention, I didn't get the cover-up. I liked being lusted over, and I didn't really want it to stop.
There I was, watching him through the sheers again, wanting to yank those jean shorts off and ride that cock like a jockey in a horse race. Looking back, there were so many opportunities to squelch it before it began. But my mind just kept imagining what a cock like that would feel like.
When he finished removing that bush, he stood up and wiped his brow. Then, he clearly saw me through the sheers and stood there for a moment, letting me know he noticed. My heart raced when he walked toward the front door, and I practically ran to meet him.
I opened the door and stood to the side, as he stepped in. "Come in and let's get you cooled down a little," I said, unable to stop the flirtation.
As his eyes scanned my body, the rush of heat between my legs returned full force. I imagined running my hands over his sweaty chest and abdomen, before forcing my fingers into his waistband. I wanted to peel those pants open and down, to expose that massive piece of manhood.
I wanted it in my hands. I wanted it in my mouth! I wanted it inside me! Oh God, I wanted it!
"That bathing suit is not going to help with cooling me down, I'm afraid," he responded. "I've gotta stop!" He growled at himself. "I'm so sorry, having two gorgeous women, flirting has been a massive ego boost in the middle of the bullshit in my life, right now. Thank you for that, but apologies for taking it too far."
Unfortunately, he stopped inches from me, looking down at me as he spoke. All I could do, was stare into his eyes and smile, as I fought the urge to reach for the button on his shorts.
He continued into the living room and casually asked, "Any more of that lemonade, Mrs. Stilson?"
"Call me Amy, and the answer's yes," I replied, yet again, unable to corral myself.
"I don't think I can do that," he said, in a serious tone. "I don't trust myself getting that familiar. Mrs. Stilson reminds me you belong to someone else..."
"Wow, that's some old school thinking. I assure you; I don't 'belong' to anyone!" I barked back, with an 'I gotcha' grin.
He froze and looked back at me. "Got it, got it. Poor choice of words. Let me shut up and get you some lemonade, ma'am," he replied, as if I were the boss. I guess I'll have some water if you'll allow me, Mrs. Stilson?"
"Ice water it is, Mr. Thomas. Lemonade is reserved for friends that call me Amy and have advanced past the neanderthal stage of evolution."
I couldn't believe I was continuing down this path. My body rushed with a level of excitement I hadn't felt in so long, and I could not seem to stop myself. I sat smugly down at the kitchen table, and let him serve me lemonade, starting to truly enjoy the eye candy and watching it squirm.
He was not shy, as he found the glasses and ice, already familiar with our house. I smiled, as he poured my lemonade then proceeded to fill his glass with water. For added effect, he brought it to me standing dangerously close with his bulging cock at eye level.
"Here is your lemonade, Mrs. Stilson. Is there anything else, I can offer you?"
I smiled teasingly up at him, and then let my eyes track down his body to his package and back up again. "I think a long, cool drink is sufficient for now."
Part of me loved the flirting and seeing his reaction, as the scent of his perspiration filled my nostrils. Adding his scent to the mix, had my legs quaking and pussy steaming. He stood there long enough, that it was awkward. So, I changed the subject to get some breathing room.
"I was thinking, Mr. Thomas, there may be another employment option to consider. I am familiar with the CEO of the company that builds most of our stores. I can possibly hook you up, if you're willing to travel?"
"That would be amazing, Mrs. Stilson. I would gladly explore that option and would be extremely grateful for the hook-up. Thank you." He stood there, taunting me.
"Would you hand me my purse, please?" I asked, getting him to step back.
I pointed at the counter, and he retrieved it.
"Thank you, Mr. Thomas. Please have a seat and rest." I pointed to the chair across the table.
He took a seat, while I found my business card. I stood up, leaned forward, and handed it to him, looking face to face at the shirtless, sweaty hunk at my kitchen table. "My email and cell phone are on this. Send me your resume and I will pass it on." I purposely gazed into his eyes, until they drifted to my tits. "Should I alert them to your wandering eye condition, Mr. Thomas."
He blushed and brought his eyes back to mine. "No need, Mrs. Stilson. This condition is only induced by hot women in red bikinis. You are the first I have ever encountered in the workplace Mam."
I suddenly felt the urge to stand up and strut my stuff, after that comment. "Let me get you your payment for today, Mr. Thomas. I'll be right back."
He stood as I did, and my eyes quickly found their favorite target, still at attention.
I walked down the hall to the bedroom, to get five hundred dollars from our stash of cash. As I came back out, he looked up from his phone, as mine dinged. His smile lit up his face when he saw me. God, I loved the attention. I hadn't felt 'hot' in forever, but he had me feeling it.
His eyes surveyed me, as I walked back to my seat, and he stood up as I sat back down.
"You have my resume, Mrs. Stilson. Now you know everything about me."
"Not everything," I said teasingly, staring at what I really wanted to know.
I glanced up at him, and he shook his head with a subtle smirk while he put his phone in the organizer in the center of the table.
"What?" I asked playfully.
"The apple doesn't fall far, does it?"
"What do you mean?" I teased back.
"You played shy and coy, until your mother left. Then you stepped up your game, Mrs. Stilson."
"Are you ever going to call me Amy?" I said, taking a sip of lemonade for good measure.
He held up his water glass and took a drink. "It's best not to, Mrs. Stilson. Much as I like your lemonade, temptation is a line I should not cross."
"Temptation is a powerful thing, Mr. Thomas," I said, looking at his stiffening cock, yet again. My whole body tingled and flushed with warmth. It was like high school again, and I was in a twisted game of spin the bottle.
I put the money on the table in front of me, looked up at him and said, "Penny for your thoughts," and nodded toward his hard-on.
Even as I said it, I felt a rush of fear, knowing the path I was veering down, was not one I should explore.
"Mrs. Stilson, there are some things that should remain a mystery."
"Yet, you clearly want me to see your, wares, so to speak. I can't help but wonder what makes them so prominent." I was no longer looking at his face.
"Judging from your level of concentration, I might hazard a guess at telepathy. But that would be a little presumptuous..."
"Touché Mr. Thomas, touché! As I sit here, I can't help but think that your ex-fiancée is an idiot for letting you get away. What was her name?"
"Rachel."
"Well, Rachel is clearly not worthy of you, Mr. Thomas."
"And I find myself questioning the husband of such a beautiful wife, taking her for granted, and neglecting her needs."
I winced a bit at that comment, and should have defended Wayne, but at that moment, I couldn't do it. It was exactly how I felt, and Mark hit the nail on the head. That somehow made him seem even more attractive.
"Seems we've both been under-appreciated," I said, as I downed the last of the lemonade. "So, I ask again, what are you thinking about that puts you in your current state, Mr. Thomas?" My eyes fixed on the prize.
"Ladies first, Mrs. Stilson," he said, daring me with his eyes. "What's on your mind, Mrs. Stilson?"
I hesitated, while the voice of reason told me to stop, but the butterflies in my stomach and the tingling heat between my legs, urged me on. Once I started vocalizing my thoughts, there was no stopping.
"So many thoughts, Mr. Thomas. If I were available, I would ask you if I could please release that amazing mass of manhood from its denim restraints. If you agreed, I would drop to my knees and unbutton those shorts..." I stopped and swallowed hard.
It was as if I was watching myself from outside my own body and could not stop myself.
"And when I agreed?" he said, in a distant voice.
My eyes affixed to his cock; I watched in amazement as it moved, growing still larger trying to push its way out.
"I would unzip those pesky shorts and peel them off of you. Then, I would gently stroke that glorious cock through your underwear, and let it get a taste of freedom, before freeing it completely."
"Damn, Mrs. Stilson," he sighed.
My pussy was drenched, as I imagined what his cock would feel and look like. To my amazement, it continued to periodically pulse in his pants. Without looking up, I continued.
"I would yank your underwear off, so I could finally see that beautiful specimen. Then I would cup your balls while my other palm slid up that huge shaft, measuring your length. Judging from the wet spot on your pants, I think there would be a good amount of pre-cum to spread on your cockhead, as I gripped you and stroked you. Feeling your lubed heat, I'd have to decide between stroking you 'til you come and watching you erupt, shooting your hot cum..."
"Oh yes, I wanna come on those gorgeous tits, Mrs. Stilson."
"Okay, then," I said smiling, knowing he was clearly excited. "Once you got this bathing suit off me, I would let you blow your wad on my tits. But then, I'd need to taste you and find out how much of you I can take in mouth. First, I would clean every drop of cum off your cock, licking every bit of you. Then I would suck you hard again, taking you as deep as I could." His face looked frozen with his mouth open breathing audibly. I could hardly believe I was saying this out loud.
"Once you were ready, I would jump up on you with my arms around your neck and thighs around your waist. I'd push that hot, stiff dick inside me slowly, as your hands gripped my ass and spread me open for you. Oh, Mark, I can almost feel you sliding into me," I sighed, with my eyes closed.
"I've never had anything that big inside me, but oh God, it feels good. I would cling to you, as you raised and lowered me faster and faster, and I would scream in ecstasy as your hot pole plunged into me deeper and harder each time. I would let you know I was coming and coming, as you pounded me.
"Once wouldn't be enough. I would beg for more and if you were exhausted you could rest my ass on the counter as you fucked me harder and faster, while I begged you to pound the fuck out of me, until we came together in a sweaty, steaming climax."
I sat there panting, staring at his full-on boner, then looked up and smiled casually. "If I were available," I paused. "Like Momma says. No law against looking or thinking. I gotta say, it felt good to get that out."
He smiled and shook his head. "That was just mean. Can't a guy at least get a reach around?"
I was on a demented little roll and blurted out a response before even thinking. "I had no idea you were into pegging, Mark. I could surely accommodate that, IF, I were available."
"Mrs. Stilson, you are naughty. Wow, Wayne surely did pick a winner. I wouldn't have imagined you even knowing what pegging is. Have you done it?"
"A lady doesn't kiss and tell."
It's difficult to explain the feeling of exhilaration I was experiencing, from this whole exchange. I loved the feeling of being called naughty, as I didn't think that had ever been a word used to describe me, at least since age five, or so.
Of course, I'd never pegged anyone, but a good friend of mine from high school, shared stories of fucking her husband with a strapless vibrator and raved that they both have had some of the best orgasms ever doing it.
"Let's just say 'I've heard', with the right tools, it can be one of the most gratifying encounters a couple can have. But I digress. I told you mine, Mr. Thomas, and I really want to hear yours. But I'm not sure I can take anymore today. Perhaps, we can reconvene tomorrow?"
"Oh no, you don't get to tease like that and just cut it off, Mrs. Stilson," he said sternly. "I get to be heard, too. It's only fair."
I stuttered trying to come up with a response. Things seemed to shift quickly from playful to serious, based on his tone. I was already on the edge, and something told me the game needed to end before it got out of hand.
He leaned in, placing both hands on the table. His eyes locked on mine, but his naked torso and bulging shorts still begged for my attention.
"The picture in my mind that makes my cock, so 'prominent', Mrs. Stilson, is that of a beautiful, vibrant, sexy woman, who knows she's all those things. And her confidence in that, allows her to proudly wear a tiny, little, bright-red bikini, knowing she could command any man--and more than a few women--to do anything she wanted.
"This fantasy woman is married to a man who has passed his sexual peak, as she is just coming into hers. His focus on career, combined with taking her for granted after years together--has left her feeling unsatisfied, and a bit lonely. Then I happen to show up, to do some yard work for her. Much to my surprise this beautiful, sexy goddess of a woman, stands nearly naked in her window, watching me relentlessly, fantasizing about letting loose for just one day.
"No one is home, and she realizes she could live out every little fantasy, no matter how naughty, and no one would ever know; when she discovers--I am unattached, young, hung and in my prime. She asks me in, teasing and flirting; as she imagines pure, unbridled animal sex on the kitchen table, the floor, or any way she wanted.
"The two of us feel the butterflies of unmistakable lust and desire. Loving the excitement and driven by lustful desire, the young lady lets her mind wander to her most intimate thoughts, until she can no longer contain them. She shares them with me, her willing target, working us both into a heated frenzy.
"When she has second thoughts, I step closer, my fully attentive manhood, there for the taking..."
My mind could no longer focus on his story. I had a moment of panic, as he began acting on his words, and walked around the table toward me. It seemed like the tip of his cock might burst out the top of his waistband. Without thought, I turned on my chair to face him, legs slightly spread.
"...gazed down at her, startled by the sight of her darkened bikini bottoms, drenched in her succulent juices." Then, he switched from fantasy sharing, to talking directly to me. "The very thing I had been thinking about only moments earlier, was removing those bottoms and tasting your sweet pussy, Mrs. Stilson."
I looked down, embarrassed by my sopping bikini bottoms, until I saw his hungry eyes. That look made my heart race and legs spread wider. Wayne was never very excited about oral, and to see Mark salivating as he stared, had me gushing.
"I would taste you every chance I could, Mrs. Stilson. There is nothing so arousing as the silky softness of a woman's inner thigh, caressing my cheek as my tongue explores her warm, tender succulence.
"If you were 'available', Mrs. Stilson, I would drop to my knees between your thighs and run my hands slowly up your firm, shapely legs, caressing you from ankles to thighs. Then, I would push those cute knees together and slide those bottoms off. Before discarding them, I would breathe your scent from its crotch.
"My cock is so hard for you, Mrs. Stilson, but you know that--and you're proud of yourself for making me that way. I can tell. You should be. You are sexy and vibrant, and obviously work hard to keep yourself that way. I want to reward you, Mrs. Stilson.
"I want to kneel before you and push those thighs slowly apart, and kiss my way up your silken skin, then slowly part your pretty pink pussy lips with my tongue. I wanna hear you sigh, as I separate them and run their length with the tip of my tongue. I want to feel that rush as you spread your legs wider, giving me full, unfettered access to you.
"I imagine you pressing yourself against me, pushing my tongue deeper, allowing me to experience your full... flavor, as you gyrate against me, letting me know how much I'm pleasing you. I want to feel your thighs close in on me, as I penetrate you before licking and sucking those tender labia until you are close to flooding me with your precious cum.
"I want to feel your tender thighs tremble against my cheeks, as my lips and tongue service you. Then as your hand grips the back of my head, guiding me to the sweet spot, I want to hear you calling my name, as your climax builds, and your hips roll with pleasure.
"As your orgasm takes you and you shove my face into you--I want you to come on my face and coat me with your cunt juices... while I savor every drop, Mrs. Stilson."
While he spoke, he stepped between my legs, that instinctively spread wide letting him get dangerously close. I could smell him and see the subtle treasure trail of hair leading my focus downward. I froze there, staring at the prize, fighting the urge to reach for the button. Every part of me tingled, and I had to remind myself to breathe. My hands trembled and I gripped my hips, to keep them steady, as my will power... faded.
I swallowed hard, feeling his heat, his leg touching the chair front about an inch my wetness. My pussy, like my legs, betrayed me and pulled my ass forward, needing to touch him. At the same moment, my hands released my hips heading for the button; when suddenly, he took a step back and looked down at me.
"If only you were available." He smiled tauntingly.
A wave of disappointment hit hard, followed by a sense of relief, that he saved me from myself. I smiled back and leaned back in the chair, pushing my pussy forward.
"Very good, Mr. Thomas, I am impressed with your imagination and self-control," I said, trying to collect myself, but still unable to look away from the beast held captive in his shorts.
"I've had experience with cock teases before, but high school seems so long ago now."
"Whose teasing who, Mr. Thomas?" I asked, smiling.
"It's worse for men--"
I cut him off. "Please, Mr. Thomas, I see the neanderthal coming out again. Have you ever heard a man complain about his wife or girlfriend coming too soon, cutting him just short of satisfaction? You think because you get hard, it's any less disappointing or even painful to be aroused and left unfulfilled? You think my pussy is not aching, right now?"
"I can help you with that, Mrs. Stilson," he said, in a soft, sultry, mocking voice.
"Nice try, Mr. Thomas, but I 'belong' to someone else, remember? Besides, I'm married to a pilot, that's gone a lot, I have a little plastic friend that helps me out just fine at times of need. I've never cheated on him and don't plan to, today."
I felt a bit of control coming back, as I directed just a fraction of my pent-up frustration toward Mark instead of Wayne. "You call me Mrs. Stilson to remind you I belong to him, yet you offer to 'help me'. You, sir, are a pussy-tease, every bit as much as I am a cock-tease."
I broke my gaze from his boner and looked up with a victorious smile. His response took me by surprise. He looked down at me with a serious expression, and stepped forward, dangerously close. But with my new position on the seat, his leg touched my crotch rather than the chair, surprising us both.
I gasped and my mouth opened. I suddenly could only breathe through my mouth. Trying not to give him the satisfaction of knowing the effect that touch had on me, I tried not to react. Although, the instant he touched me, I almost unconsciously pressed myself against him. His response was to thrust his pelvis forward, pushing his cockhead to the very top edge of his jeans. His black underwear waistband poked through the top, and peeled back exposing a tiny bit of his pink tip.
My hands clenched my hips again, as the glistening pink cock tip taunted me. I sat frozen--wanting to hump his leg like a dog, as I ripped those hateful fucking jeans off his body--but was too terrified to move.
"Since we're reliving high school, Mrs. Stilson, it was understood back then, that a hand job was not considered cheating. Mouth to genitals or genitals to genitals was crossing the line. A hand job was just helping out a friend. I'll show you mine if you show me yours. Let's help each other out, friend. A rub for a rub?"
His comments brought back memories from ninth grade, jacking off my neighbor's brother in his basement, during a sleepover. He was older, and I had a crush on him. He came so fast, and immediately ran to the bathroom to clean himself up. I waited for almost twenty minutes, and he never came out. So I snuck back into bed, and always found excuses to avoid him after that.
Mark was a whole other story. He was all man, and this went far beyond teen exploration. My last semblance of common sense kicked in.
"Listen, Mark," I said, as my thighs closed, gripping his leg while my pussy pushed a little harder against him for one last feel. "It's been fun flirting, but I am happily married, and my husband was kind enough to help you out. I couldn't betray him. You really made me feel wanted today, and I thank you for that. It's pretty clear, I've enjoyed the eye candy, so I put an extra hundred in here, as a thank you. You're welcome to come back tomorrow to finish the job, but this stops here. I'll gladly pay you another four hundred dollars for tomorrow when you finish."
I thought it would be fitting to pay my eye candy like a stripper and put the money in his waistband. So my left hand gripped his waistband to the left of his cock, to hold him steady as I shoved the money in on the right. I instantly felt his heat and before I knew what happened, he raised his hips and with my hands pulling his waistband out, his cock head burst out the top of his pants, as his leg pressed harder against me.
I gasped, and the tingle in my aching pussy caused my thighs to clamp onto his leg, holding him against my wetness. His cock was circumcised, and I stared at his helmet, glistening with pre-cum, inches from my face. A drop of pre-cum ran down and settled into the cleft of his cock head and I swallowed hard; repressing the thought of picking it out of his cleft with the tip of my tongue, before swirling it over his cock head to lick him clean. I took a deep breath, and the scent of his sweaty body caused me to tremble, as I fought for control.
Then he spoke in a soft calming voice. "Are you really going to leave me like this Amy? I mean Mrs. Stilson. Or are you going to help a friend out? If you think about it, it's really no different than what your husband did for me, rubbing a spasming appendage until it was better."
I was vaguely aware of him talking, but my eyes were locked on his round cock head bulging out of his pants, with his pole running the full length from his belly button to his thigh gap. He released a rush of blood, causing his head to swell and push out another half inch before settling back. The button of his jeans, glared at me from just below his head and I knew it had to go.
My hands slid together sandwiching his cock. I sighed at the heat, as my fingers touched the sides of it. My fingers worked the button and pulled down on the shorts at the same time. They did not give at first, but when the button released, I pulled down and out on the flaps with a grip on his underwear, as well; the zipper held the shorts too tightly to pull down. He sighed heavily, as I reached for the zipper.
"Oh God, thank you, Mrs. Stilson," he said, as his leg pulled away from my screaming pussy, so I could lower his pants.
I nodded, as I downed the zipper and gripped his waistband at the hips. With no further thought, I yanked his shorts and underwear down, and cleared his ten-inch monster. I leaned forward to push them down his legs and his hot, hard pole thudded against my nose, slid off the side and rested on my cheek, touching my lips. I should have stopped, but I needed those shorts off. Resisting the urge to kiss, lick, and suck his salty, sweaty cock, I told myself, a hand job is not crossing the line. Touch it, stroke it, feel the hard heat, but penetration is off-limits.
He began rocking side to side, rubbing his manhood against my face, and I leaned away from him, as I pushed the shorts past his knees, wondering if I'd have to drop to my knees to get them past his ankles. Luckily, he kicked them down and off, once they passed his knees and I brought my hands up to grip him.
"Hands only, Mark. You're trying to break the rules already! Hands only and just this once. I just had to touch it," I said, as my left hand palmed his balls and my right, the base of his shaft. His balls were so warm and seemed much bigger than Wayne's. The shaft seemed nearly twice as long and one and a half times the diameter.
With his shorts and underwear off, he pressed his knees back against my wet bottoms, and I pushed back to meet him, once again clamping him with my thighs.
"Oh fuck, your hands are so warm and soft, Mrs. Stilson. That feels so good..." His moans took over, as my right palm pressed against him sliding up the length of his shaft.
Hearing him say it, seemed to give my mind the green light. "Damn, it's so fucking big and your skin is so silky smooth, I've never felt anything like..."
"Oh!" he gasped, as my palm reached his cleft, smearing his pre-cum against the sensitive area on the front of his cock head. "I like that dirty little mouth, Mrs. Stilson."
He had me so revved up, I had used the F-word. I only recall using it once. Wayne went down on me for the first time, and I let out a screaming "Fuck!" as he made me come. We were in his apartment alone at the time. The next time he did it, he tossed me a pillow to muffle the screams before he began. It pissed me off and there was no orgasm that night.
I call that sensitive spot below the cleft, the 'man-clit'. I discovered it during that first hand job in junior high, and it's proved true on every cock I've ever touched. I coined the phrase in high school with Michael Roberts at the library, when I made him come in his pants with my foot under the table. Once again, it proved true.
Now, I pressed harder, moving my palm in small circles on the magic spot, loving the complete rush of feeling Mark's giant cock and knowing I could make him come so easily. But I stopped myself. This was a one-time thing and I wanted to enjoy his exceptional cock while I had the chance.
I slid my hand over his cock head, coating it with pre-cum; then, I gripped his pole, and for the first time, was unable to get my fingertips to meet my thumb around a cock. I stroked slowly up and down his length marveling at its size and heat. It may have been my imagination, as our minds sometimes exaggerate things in those few moments in life that remain etched forever. The feel of Mark Thomas' hard-as-steel-yet-smooth-as-silk shaft was one of those moments. It was beyond etched in stone; it was carved in granite in the forefront of my mind. I had never felt a cock so hard, with such heat. I wanted it inside me, and I felt like I'd never wanted anything so much.
I stroked him faster, gently cupping his balls, as it became obvious, my willpower was melting away with every second he was in my hand. I needed him to come quickly and send him on his way. My plastic buddy was my first priority after 'helping him out.' My pace quickened, and I moved to two hands on his shaft, with three to four inches of cock to spare. I thought to myself, "enough to fill my mouth!"
"Oh damn, Mrs. Stilson, this is getting serious."
My mind raced, at the inflection in his voice, when he said 'Mrs. Stilson'; it seemed to be more of a taunting reminder, that I was married rather than an attempt to not get too 'familiar' with me.
"You need to take that top off, Mrs. Stilson. You promised I could blow my wad on your tits."
I did kind of agree in our fantasy session, but that was not a promise. I already had both hands jacking him off. Given that, showing my tits didn't seem like a place to draw a line.
"Fine but no more," I panted, as I released his hot meat and reached for the clasp in the front of my top. His cock flopped into my face again, thumping against my open mouth. I popped the clasp, as I exhaled on this boner.
"Oh, yeah, give us a kiss, Mrs. Stilson."
I pulled back and shook my head as the cool air brought a tingling relief to my sunbaked breasts. "Not the deal, Mr. Thomas," I replied, in a feeble attempt to match his tone. I gripped him again and began the double-fisted stroke, as he grabbed my ponytail and pulled my head back, looking down at me.
"All the way off, please. They deserve my full attention."
I hesitated for just a second, but the absurdity of my position made it pointless to argue, in spite of the fact, he seemed to be ordering me. Again, I released him and wriggled the top down my arms, while he pulled my head closer and rubbed himself on my left cheek.
"Your skin is so smooth, Mrs. Stilson."
I wriggled free and gripped him again, stroking firmly from mid-cock to his plump head, engulfing it with both hands, and spreading the last of his pre-cum.
"Enjoy, Mark, this is a one-time favor, and never again."
I watched, as his cock head burst through my hands, and then disappeared on the upstroke; his skin was stretched so tight, it barely moved as I stroked him. The friction was building as his pre-cum, rubbed into his skin. I so wanted to plunge him into my mouth and lube him properly, but I could not cross that line. Instead, I released my right hand and quickly lapped my palm with my tongue and repeated with my left. It helped a bit, but quickly absorbed in again.
He stood there, firmly pushing his pelvis forward, watching me stroke him, hands almost a blur. I could taste the mixture of salt, and his bittersweet juices on my tongue, making me want him in my mouth even more. Resisting that urge, I continued to lick my hands and stroke, and he just hummed along enjoying it--but not being brought to the edge. Panic was setting in, at the thought of failure.
"Could use a little lube, Mrs. Stilson, I can think of two places you could put it..."
I released him and spit in both hands and continued to swirl my tongue in my mouth to generate saliva, and returned one hand to his balls and the other to his man-clit.
"You've done this a few times," he groaned, looking less confident and more excited. "Fuck," he grunted, noticeably panting.
I hummed, "Uh huh." Sensing his getting close. Then I stopped, and gripped him with both hands at his base and squeezed as I pulled up his length, milking a sizeable dollop of pre-cum. When I released my grip, his cock pointed to the ceiling as I spit in my hand again and spread the mixture of saliva and cum over his head.
I smiled up at him, when I saw he was on the verge, and suddenly felt a rush of power. "Are you gonna come on my fuckin' tits, or are you just gonna talk about it?" I asked, snarling up at him.
For emphasis, I pulled down, letting his cock head hit my right breast when it popped through my hand. He moaned, and I stroked him as fast as I could, loving the feel of his hot skin on my naked breast. I couldn't believe such an incredible cock was in my control. As I pounded it, my pussy rubbed his leg.
"Come on my tits, Mark! I want this inside me so bad!" I whimpered, sending him over the edge.
"Oh fuck, Mrs. Stilson, here it comes. AH!" he grunted, as I readied myself.
I stoked furiously, when suddenly, his first jet burst out launching a huge blast of thick hot cum that hit me directly in the face. It started at my chin, crossed my lips, up my right cheek, across my eye and into my hair. I jerked my head back amazed by the speed it launched and pressed his cock between my tits as the second shot blasted my chin and neck.
His eyes closed, and he grunted through gritted teeth. "Fuck, fuck, fuck! Mrs.--fucking-- Stilson!"
I moaned in a high loud voice, that sounded like I was the one coming, as I pressed his pulsing head straight into the bottom of my left breast and his cum squirted onto my tit and ran down my chest. Then, I rubbed him back and forth, smearing his cum on both tits, coating my stiffening nipples.
As I looked up at him, I opened my right eye and his cum stretched over it, clinging to my eye lashes. I closed it quickly and he reached down to wipe it off.
"Let me help you with that..."
I jerked my head back and wiped the cum off my eye, myself. As I did, my mouth opened, and a glob of his seed dropped in.
"Oh sorry," he said, then stopped as he noticed my reaction.
The salty sweet taste of his cum hit my tongue and I lost myself. My tongue licked a lap around my lips taking in his juice.
"You like that don't--"
He stopped short, as I lost all control and pushed him back, leaned forward and took his cum-soaked cock in my mouth. In the recesses of my mind, I knew the line was not only crossed--but obliterated--but the feel of his hot cock filling my mouth as his bittersweet cream coated my tongue, was all that mattered. I moaned uncontrollably onto his cock, mouth completely full, with, at most, a third of him in my mouth.
"Oh God!" he yelled out, almost in disbelief. "Mrs. Stilson, you cum-hungry little slut!"
I nodded and whined, fucking his cock with my mouth, with both hands gripping his shaft and stroking in time to my head bobs.
His voice was a mix of shock, ecstasy, and desperation. "Oh fuck, suck my fucking cock, Oh my God!"
I think I may have been even more surprised than him, at the uncontrolled voracity at which I sucked his beautiful cock. But I had never been so aroused by anything or anyone. This was a one-time encounter, and I was going to make the most out of it. My ponytail flopped wildly, as I bobbed like a maniac on his cum-coated pole.
"You're gonna make me come in that dirty little mouth, Mrs. Stilson."
I whimpered and nodded, sucking even harder. Then he gripped my ponytail, and slowly but forcefully, pulled my head off his cock. "Not yet, Mrs. Stilson, you're gonna have to earn it."
Then he dropped to his knees, pushed my legs apart and leaned in. His face hovered in front of my pussy, and took a slow hard lick up the crotch of my bikini. The little voice inside me that wanted to protest, was silenced the second his tongue pressed against my soaked bikini bottoms and ran the length of my slit, through the fabric.
I panted heavily and spread myself open for him as he spoke.
"You taste like heaven Mrs. Stilson."
A shrinking part of me wanted to resist, but his tongue pressed harder, and his breath washed over my steaming cunt. I pushed my hips forward and gyrated against him. My moans were loud and pleading.
"I need these panties off, Mrs. Stilson, I am going to show you how a pussy should be worshipped."
I whimpered as he backed away, but when he pushed my knees together, I raised my ass off the chair, presenting my bikini bottoms. His hands slid up my thighs and gripped my waistband and pulled them down. Then I rested my naked ass back on the chair. When he pulled them off my ankles, I spread myself wide open, panting down at him as he leaned back in. His hands gently caressed my inner thighs moving closer to my moist heat.
"Such a pretty, well-groomed pussy, Mrs. Stilson," he said, kissing his way up my thigh. "Thank you so much for this day, Mrs. Stilson. I'm gonna make the most of it."
He licked firmly up the crease of my thigh and mons, then went to the other side. I pressed myself toward him with a whimpering sigh, but he only returned to delivering soft little kisses on my inner thighs, teasing his way closer, just to pull back again. His kiss just touched the edge of my labia, but never quite got there. I finally grabbed his head and shoved his face into my pussy only to have him pull back.
He smiled teasingly up at me with a cocky grin and penetrating brown eyes. Then, his tongue came slowly out and traced the edge of my labia, as he breathed deeply through his nose, eyes closing to emphasize how much he liked my scent. I moaned in a desperate squeak, as his tongue so delicately caressed my labia. My hips rolled subtly, as I groaned my approval.
He lowered again; eyes locked on mine peeking over my muff, as he teased the other one. I hated the teasing but loved it at the same time. When he finally slid his tongue tip between my pussy lips, I rolled my head back.
"Please," I whimpered, pathetically.
"Mrs. Stilson, I'm sensing you might need me to eat your pussy 'til you come in my mouth," he teased.
"Uh huh," I squeaked.
He said commandingly, "You need to use your words, Mrs. Stilson. Tell me what you need."
"Please eat my pussy, Mark."
"Good girl, I like your manners," he said, and without hesitation pressed his opened mouth against my pussy, swirling his tongue and sucking my labia, with his nose buried in my dark muff.
My back arched and I practically screamed, "Huuuhhhhh!"
His eyes never stopped looking at mine as I watched, mouth open wide and groaning. His head gently rocked side to side and up and down and he devoured my pussy, his mouth in constant motion, sucking and swirling his tongue.
"Oh, Mark, that feels so good. Oh God, munch my fucking pussy. Huh!"
My mouth was open, and a series of uncontrollable squeals, screams, grunts, and groans poured out of me. I held my lower body stiff, his head rocked and bobbed, as his tongue swirled, and mouth sucked my pussy.
I stared into his eyes, as he nodded and continued relentlessly licking and sucking. My body jerked and I came, screams and moans echoing through the house. This time I grabbed his head with both hands, and he continued milking my orgasm for as long as I could stand it. There was something indescribably sexy about his brown eyes, staring up at me hungrily as screams of bliss were released from my full-on fuck face.
When I thought I couldn't take any more, he stopped and gently rubbed my pussy with his finger, looking at it, then kissing it, and rubbing it again.
"Thank you so much for that, Ms. Stilson. That was so good. But I do need to let you know, out of respect for women everywhere and out of envy for your ability to come over and over again, I always provide a two-for-one deal. I give a lady two orgasms for every one they give me.
His rubbing hand slowly slid a finger inside me, as he studied my eyes and my reaction. "Goodness that's tight, Mrs. Stilson," he said, softly. My eyes widened and I exhaled a heavy gasp of breath, as my hips rolled to push him inside me.
"I love the way your lips puff out when I slide inside you, Mrs. Stilson."
I moaned like I'd never been touched before, as he slowly slid it in and out. When his thumb pressed on my clit and moved in tiny circles, I sang out, "Oh Mark, you make me, Oh!"
"Can I fuck you with two fingers, Mrs. Stilson?" he asked, in a calm, soothing voice as he slipped the second finger in.
"Oh yes! Please!" I begged, as his eyes seemed to see into me.
"Use your words, Mrs. Stilson," he said, as his pace quickened.
I knew how he wanted me to respond and needed to comply. I wanted to comply.
"I want you to fingerfuck me, Mark, please!" I pleaded.
"Can I suck your stiff little clit while I do, Mrs. Stilson?"
"Yes please, God, yes!"
There was no logic to any of this. His fingers were no different than any other guy's, but the way he spoke to me and touched me, just seemed to fire every nerve in my body.
His fingers slid in and out, strong and steady, as he leaned slowly closer. "Your pussy is squeezing me so tight; I don't think my cock would ever fit inside you, Mrs. Stilson, but if you come for me, you can have me back in that pretty mouth of yours."
I should have been offended by his arrogance--but it was that confidence that seemed to melt away any resistance. He had a man's cock and knew how to use it. I whimpered and pushed myself against his fingers, plunging them deeper. My mouth trembled, as his pace quickened, and his breath flooded my cunt.
"I'm so glad you gave yourself to me today, Mrs. Stilson. A day we're never going to forget. Are we?"
His lips engulfed my clit, and he sucked it in and twitched his tongue against it. My body stiffened, as my clit fired waves of electric bliss through my lower body.
"Never! Oh, Mark, that--AH!" I yelled, as he looked up at me and our eyes locked.
My pelvis spasmed as his fingers pounded me and his mouth played my clit to perfection. My voice squeaked and cracked, almost as if I was crying.
"Feels so good, suck my fucking clit, please." I couldn't believe how I was talking to him, but he made me wanna be so bad. He responded by jackhammering me with his fingers and I heard my pussy sloshing. "Fingerfuck me, please!"
I launched into a high-pitched, broken, moaning-hum sound, as he brought me to orgasm number two in record time. "Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah..."
My legs stiffened and my ass rose off the chair, climaxing, as I looked into his brown eyes that seemed to smile as he pleasured me. Finally, I pushed off and pulled away, as my half-wet ass plopped on the chair, and I gasped for air.
"Fuck," I panted. "No one's ever... Damn, I needed that."
He smiled and rested back on his heels, gently caressing my thigh. "Glad I could be of assistance today, Mrs. Stilson." He leaned in and kissed my knees.
"Please call me Amy, Mr. Thomas," I joked, still panting. His only response was a wry smile.
My juices coated his cheeks as he stood up. Once again, his ten-inch member stood at attention, swaying side to side slowly in front of me.
"Are you still willing to help out a friend, Mrs. Stilson." He again put special emphasis on Mrs. Stilson. But the thought of that cock needing my 'assistance' overshadowed all good sense.
It was my turn to tease, and I dropped to my knees, now looking up at him. I leaned in, extending my tongue, as my left hand reached up and gripped his cock. Holding it against his body, my tongue teased the underside of his balls tracing the tip of my tongue, slowly back and forth. I did my best hungry-eyed stare, while I licked them more firmly.
"Mrs. Stilson, you are very good, my friend," he sighed, as I continued to coat his balls, raising them up one at a time with my tongue.
Next, I worked my way up to his shaft and watched his eyes close, as I licked up to the tip. There was no doubt that his was the biggest cock I'd ever seen, hands down. I wanted to savor every bit of it. As my right hand slipped around to his ass, I felt a rush of heat as I gripped his firm baby smooth ass cheek. My left quickly followed, and I gripped one in each hand, licking his cock like an extra-tall popsicle from bottom to top. Then, as I worked back up his head, I let my tongue tip, trace from his cleft around the rim of his helmet and back again.
His boner stretched with a pulse of blood taking him to full stiffness. "Holy fuck, Mrs. Stilson, you make me so fucking hard."
With that, I released his ass and gripped his shaft with both hands. I noticed a dollop of glistening pre-cum nestled in the dip of his tip. I started slowly and milked his cock again, squeezing more. It began to ooze down the front of his cock, right at the man-clit. I pressed my flattened tongue against him, lapping up his sweetness, before plunging his head into my mouth and teasing his 'clit' with my tongue.
"Oh yeah, there's my cum-hungry, little cock-slut," he groaned, holding his hips and pushing his hard-on toward me with pride.
I nodded and began to suck him for real, with both hands gripping his shaft, taking him deep in my mouth. I plunged him in, trying for more, but he was too big for my throat and could barely take a third of him. Hearing his grunting moans, made me try harder. My hands gripped his ass cheeks again, digging in for a solid grip, as my head bobbed on his hot pole.
"Fuck, you want it all, don't you, Mrs. Stilson?" he asked, putting a hand on the back of my head.
I nodded and whimpered on his cock, as I pulled myself toward him trying to relax my throat, maybe taking him a half-inch deeper. I tried again and again, to no avail.
"Damn, Mrs. Stilson, you are determined. Don't be disappointed, I've never met a woman that could take it all and several have tried. But you really do like having a real cock in your mouth, don't you?"
I nodded, ignoring the dig at Wayne, but he was right. I did love having his cock in my hands and in my mouth.
"We, both know where you really need my cock, don't we, Mrs. Stilson?" His eyes cut through me and once again, my willpower was obliterated by the sensation of his silky-steel cock.
I could tell he sensed the desperation in my eyes, before surrendering to his cock yet again and nodding my agreement.
"And if I told you, I want to bend you over your kitchen table and fuck you 'til you come screaming for my cock?" he said confidently, staring down at me.
My head was nodding emphatically, before my conscious mind even grasped what he said, but he had hit the figurative nail on the head of the fantasy slide show that had played in my mind earlier. I had to know what it felt like to be pounded by such a massive cock.
"This day just gets better and better, Mrs. Stilson," he said, gently stroking my hair. "I promise, you'll never gonna forget this. I do have to admit, Mrs. Stilson, if you make me come in your mouth, I don't think I could recover for a third. You, make me come so hard, I would need I.V. fluids to go a third time."
My mind raced trying to grasp how this day spiraled so badly out of control. My marriage had many ups and downs, as they all do. I had never cheated on Wayne, or even been close. Yet, there I was on my knees, a stranger's cock in my mouth, naked before him, pussy aching for him, even after two of the most powerful orgasms of my life. Even as he condescendingly petted my head, I knew I had to know what it felt like to have him inside. A part of me knew, even if Wayne walked in at that moment; if Mark commanded it, I would let him fuck me in front of him. I would beg him to fuck me while Wayne watched. Sadly, coming to that realization, only made my pussy wetter.
His hand stopped petting and gently pressed my forehead, pushing me off his cock. Even knowing what was coming next, didn't stop the disappointment for not getting him to come in my mouth.
"Oops, gotta little jizz on me." He smiled down at me and wiped his cum in my hair before petting my head again. "Do you want me to fuck you, Mrs. Stilson?" His hard cock glistened with my saliva, rocked side to side.
The rudeness of his tone and the use of the F-word, only seemed to turn me on, for reasons I can't explain. I nodded my head, already knowing that wouldn't be enough.
"Use your words, please, Mrs. Stilson. Tell me what you need me to do for you," he spoke in his calm voice.
Something inside me just let go and I stood up and looked him in the eye. His cock pressed against my belly, and I grabbed it firmly with my right hand and held it. I thought of it like my dildo, a tool to satisfy me when Wayne was away.
"I need you to stop talking and man up. I need you to put your fucking cock inside me. I need you to bend me over the fucking table and slide your hot, hard cock inside me 'til I feel your hair on my ass. Then I need you to fuck me, Mark. I need you to stop taking about it, put your fucking money where your mouth is, and fuck me hard. I need you to keep your word, Gentleman Mark, and make me come twice out of your fucking respect for women! Otherwise get the fuck out and I'll get my little plastic buddy to do it myself."
It was all true. I needed it and I was going to take it! Throwing his own words back in his face and questioning his manhood, made sure I was going to get it.
"Mrs. Stilson, you fiery, little slut. You are just full of surprises. And you let me think your mom was the fiery one. Did I ever tell you how pretty you are with my seed on your face?"
I stood there refusing to let him ruin my moment, by letting his arrogance bother me. After he realized I wasn't gonna react, he continued.
"Mrs. Stilson, I am going to give you what you need. Thank you for using your words, but you forgot the magic word. I think it's the least you can do before using me for your own pleasure."
I stared up at him thinking of a reply but all I could think of was a calm straight forward response. "Please fuck me, Mr. Thomas."
"Better. Now I'm gonna need you to place both hands on the table and spread those pretty legs for me, ma'am," he said, as he gripped the back of my neck firmly and pushed me into position.
As my hands hit the table, his boner pressed longways between my ass cheeks filling my crack and then some. It was so warm and stiff, I cooed like a dove, despite being treated like his plaything.
"Oh God, you're so fucking hot and hard," I gasped.
Both hands brutishly gripped an ass cheek, and he squeezed them firmly, rocking them up and down.
"What an ass, Mrs. Stilson, UM!" he grunted, and pulled his cock back, loosening his grip, then began to caress my ass with his palms. "Oh, damn," he said, sounding pleasantly surprised.
I found myself rocking my ass a little, trying to taunt him. Why it made me happy that he liked my ass, I don't know. But even as he treated me like a piece of meat, I felt sexier and more vibrant than I had in months.
"I just gotta bite it, Mrs. Stilson." He quickly dropped to a knee and began nibbling my buns, as he squeezed and kneaded them.
My feet shuffled further apart, opening myself up a little more as he manhandled my buns. I could feel my labia open and close and rub together, as he manipulated my ass.
"Your pussy is such a pretty pink and just dripping, Mrs. Stilson. Wayne is such a lucky man. Even your little, dark asshole is cute. This is too much."
Then I gasped, as he spread my ass cheeks wide and licked me from clit to asshole and repeated four times in rapid succession. No one had ever licked my asshole before, and he was just shoving his whole face into my pussy and ass.
"Oh God," I sighed.
He suddenly stopped and stood up. "So sorry I got off track, Mrs. Stilson, but you are quite distracting, I must say. Now where were we? Oh, yeah." His boner pressed back into my ass crack. "Mrs. Stilson needs fucked by a real cock..." He sounded like he was pondering life's great mysteries, as my pussy was once again screaming for relief.
He gripped my hips and pulled me back 'til my tits (now shrinking under the tension of the coating of drying cum) hung even with the edge of the table. His manhood remained pressed against me, as we waddled back. Then he stepped back, and I felt his hot, plump cock head push against my moist labia.
I exhaled and cooed again. Finally, I would know. But, of course, he removed it, and I felt him step in closer. His wrist touched my pussy and then he slid his hand out from between us and his cock head pressed into my belly, just above my muff.
"We need to prepare you, I think, Mrs. Stilson." He pushed down my hips and I spread my feet further to comply. Then, he seemed to raise a little, pressing his shaft against my spread pussy.
I whimpered at the hot hardness pressed against me.
"Do you feel the scope of what you're dealing with, Mrs. Stilson? A much bigger issue to deal with than perhaps you're used to?" He began to rub his length against my slit, pulling out until the tip lined up perfectly to my opening, then sliding back forward 'til his pelvis met my ass and his cock head touched my belly button.
"So much bigger," I whimpered. As it rubbed against my soaked cunt.
"Better than your plastic buddy?"
"Oh, yes! So much bigger and so much better. You're so fucking hard. You feel so good."
My cunt juices and saliva coated his shaft and as he rubbed it against me. It pushed hard against me, as it strained to point toward the sky. I rocked forward and back, rubbing him faster.
"You fucking love it, don't you?"
"Oh yes, I love your fucking cock. Please, fuck me with it, Mark. I need your fucking cock!'
"Are you gonna disrespect it again, Mrs. Stilson?" He pushed on my left ass cheek holding me still and his hand came in and pushed his boner down and away.
"No, I'm sorry, please don't..."
The cock snapped back into place, and he resumed at a slightly faster pace. I quickly felt myself building toward a climax, just from rubbing against him.
My moans got louder and more intense.
"Whenever you come, Mrs. Stilson, I want you to scream that you're coming for my cock..."
"Yes! Thank you, Mark. Ah!"
"Much better manners, Mrs. Stilson, thank you. Do you still want your plastic buddy, Mrs. Stilson?"
"No please, I need your cock. So fucking big. Oh Mark, I'm gonna come."
He pulled it away. "Not just yet Mrs. Stilson. I want you to rub my cock against your clit and show me how a little cock-hungry slut makes herself come. Then you can tell me how much better it is than your little plastic buddy."
His cock snapped back against me and he held it there. I reached down and grabbed the tip and rubbed it against me, as he had commanded.
"I love your cock, Mark. It's so much bigger and better than my dildo. I need it so bad, please."
"Such a good girl, Mrs. Stilson. You and Wayne are so nice with such good manners. Thank you."
I rubbed his hot cock against me faster and faster, feeling my orgasm building.
"That's so good, Mrs. Stilson, show me how the hot little slut makes herself come?"
"Oh Mark, I'm gonna come!"
I rubbed frantically, barely able to balance on my other hand.
"Oh God! I'm coming for your cock! I'm coming for, ya Ah!"
I groaned and grunted, as my forehead lowered resting on the table. My body quaked and legs trembled, as I came for the third time.
As my orgasm passed, he pulled his cock back and rubbed his head against my slit.
"I think you might be ready, Mrs. Stilson, what do you think?"
"Please, I'm so fucking ready, Mark. Please give me that big fucking cock!"
"I love that slutty little mouth, and you did use the magic word..." he taunted. "Your attitude is much improved, but I'll need one more thing, Mrs. Stilson."
He wriggled his head against me, pushed against me and pulled back.
"Please, Mark."
"So polite, thank you. A good cock-slut hits her knees and begs to clean her cunt-cum off when she's done. Are you a good cock-slut, Mrs. Stilson."
"Yes pl--"
He began to push in earnest and wriggle his head as he separated me.
I stiffened and braced, as he pushed slowly in. At first, the pain made me think, he'll never fit but he backed off and pushed gently back in repeating the process a little deeper each time.
"Nice and easy, Mrs. Stilson, you are so tight, I'm gonna take my time and make sure we both enjoy this."
"Thank you, Mark. It's so fucking warm." I had used the F-word more in this hour with Mark, than I had for the last five years, but he had a way of removing any inhibitions.
I pushed against him, and the head finally popped in. "Oh yes, there it is, Mrs. Stilson. Do you like that?"
"Oh God, yes!"
His hands moved to my hips, and I began to rock back and forth, pushing him further in, moaning louder with each push.
He stood still, and I continued to rock. "The cock-slut likes to drive. Halfway there, Mrs. Stilson."
Hearing that, I pushed slowly but hard, wanting to feel him all the way in. My labia rolled inside as I forced myself onto the cock. Finally, I had to pull back out enough to free them before pushing further back in.
"All most there..." I pulled back and continued again. "Almost there!" he teased.
I moaned in a high-pitched squeal, determined to take him all. When his pelvis touched my ass, I gave a little victory cry. "Yes, oh fuck, Mark, fill me with that fucking cock."
His grip on my hips strengthened and he began to slowly pull out to the rim of his head, before pushing firmly back in.
"Damn, Mrs. Stilson, you should see those pretty pink lips gripping my cock." I groaned in response. "Mrs. Stilson likes a real cock?"
"Yes, please give it to me hard, Mark," I pleaded. I had never felt so filled up in my life. "It's so fucking hard, please pound me with it."
He responded by slamming it into the hilt. "Tell me what you need, Mrs. Stilson." He pulled slowly out to the head, and slammed it back in.
"Ah! I need..."
< slam! >
"Hah! You to fuck...!"
< slam! >
"...Me hard. Please!"
< slam! >
He grunted as he pounded faster, "What are you, Mrs. Stilson?"
"Cock! Hah! Slut!"
He was pounding me at full speed, his pelvis slapping against my ass, as my pulsing screams echoed through the kitchen. I dropped my upper body on the table, arms almost limp over my head, and cheek flat against the table. My mouth hung open wide and toes bent forward, as I braced on my tiptoes, legs wide.
"Fuck, I love, that ass, jiggling, Mrs. Stilson."
"Love that, Ah! Fuck-ing cock!"
"Gonna spunk on that hot little ass, Mrs. Stilson."
"Oh yes, fuck meeeee, Mark."
He gripped my ponytail with his right hand and pulled my head up. "What do you need, Mrs. Stilson," he grunted.
The sound of his pelvis slapping my ass as my pussy sloshed from the pounding, seemed impossibly loud as my fourth climax approached.
"A real, Ah! Fuck-ing dick!" I panted.
My head was held back, staring at the ceiling as his hips moved like a jackhammer, pounding his hot pole into me.
"Oh God! Coming-for-your cock!" I screamed, as he had taught me. As the orgasm hit, I wailed. "Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Coming-for-your cock!"
His hips continued at an impossible speed, as my orgasm lingered. "Coming-for-your cock! Coming-for-your cock! Coming-for-your cock..."
My mindless bliss just kept going. My pussy stretched and clit electrified my entire lower body. I felt the rippling of my ass from the impact with each thrust. I could hardly take anymore, when I heard the urgency in his grunts.
"Fuck, gonna fucking come, Mrs. Ah!"
"Coming-for-your cock! Ah! Ah! Ah!" I continued to scream, until my clit had no more, and the orgasm passed.
He released my hair, grunted uncontrollably and suddenly yanked himself out of me. I gasped, as he pulled out and pressed his cock head against my ass. Then, a rope of hot jizz launched up my back and a second one quickly blasted my left cheek. His third shot oozed into my ass crack, and the fourth on my right cheek. As his orgasm passed, he rubbed his man-clit across my ass, coating me with his second load.
I could hardly believe what had just happened, but was so glad, I got to know what that magnificent cock felt like inside of me.
I was in the push-up position and turned my head back to look at him. "Thank you, Mark."
He stepped back and I stood and turned toward him.
"I so needed that, thank you." I said, with the sudden realization, it was supposed to be me giving him relief.
"The pleasure was all mine..." He hesitated, as I smiled and dropped to my knees.
"You kept your promise, Gentleman Mark... My turn. Please let me suck your beautiful cock, clean."
He smiled, and I took him into my mouth and sucked his head clean of our cum cocktail.
Once again, try as I might, I could not even take half of him, so I relented and cleaned his shaft by licking him like a popsicle. Some of our juices even made it to his balls so I licked them clean, as well. I made a point of looking hungrily at him as I did it.
"Are you sure this ends today, Mrs. Stilson?" he said, smiling down.
I smiled holding his shaft against my cheek. "Positive. I needed to know, and now I do. Better than I ever imagined, Mr. Thomas. Thank you for an amazing memory. I have to admit, you brought out a fantasy I never knew was in me. Cock-slut for a day. It was a wonderful escape and I'll never forget it." I broke my gaze and looked at his cock. "Now, please let me finish cleaning up after myself, like the cock-slut I am today."
I took him back in my mouth and sucked him slowly. He gradually softened and I continued, until he was soft enough for me to fit his whole cock into my mouth. Then I pushed him all in, until my lips touched his balls. Next, I sucked hard, stretching his softened dick as I pulled off for the last time, milking his last drop of cum. When I reached his tip, his cock popped free with a loud lip smack.
I thought about standing up, but suddenly felt completely spent. Instead, I sat back on my heels and exhaled hard. "Wow."
"So, are you satisfied with my work here today, Mrs. Stilson."
"Yes, Mr. Thomas. You've gone above and beyond." The air hitting my gaping cunt, reminded me of that.
"And you'd still like me to return tomorrow to finish the job?"
Suddenly, things got real again. I needed to make clear this could never happen again. My mind raced, as he looked down at me with those brown, puppy dog eyes. 'No' was the right answer, but how would I explain to Wayne, the job being partially done in the yard--oh God, Wayne. How would I even talk to him after this? That was another worry; right now, I needed to answer.
"Yes, of course. I promised you the additional money to finish the yard work. But to be clear, we're talking about yard work only."
His smirk returned, "Yard work only. Got it." He winked when he said, 'got it'.
"I'm serious, Mark. This was a one-time thing and will never happen again and a gentleman, will never kiss and tell, understood?" I said, with authority.
"Understood, Mrs. Stilson. We both needed a release, and it will never happen again. Could you please hand me my underwear?"
I looked down and found them, pinched the waistband with my fingertips and handed them to him. As he started to put them on, the absurdity of my position began to sink in. Kiss and tell? We never even kissed. I was kneeling naked on the floor covered with dried cum in my hair, eyelashes, on my face, tits, and stomach. Fresh cum was dripping down my spine with a tickle, as the cum smeared all over my ass was beginning to dry.
I had sucked his cock clean after begging to be fucked, and only met him six hours ago. From this position, after all I had done, I wanted him to take me seriously--that it would never happen again. Even as I fought with myself, I stole one final look at his exceptional cock, before he pushed it into his underwear.
"If you don't mind, I'll need my shorts and the money too, Mrs. Stilson."
I handed him his shorts, and as he put them on, I picked up the scattered bills and assembled them. I handed him the money and he shoved it in his pocket.
"Thanks, again, Mrs. Stilson, see you bright and early tomorrow," he said awkwardly. Then he took his cell phone from the organizer and bounded for the front door.
I sat there, numb from the hard slap of reality. How did I ever get worked into such an out-of-control frenzy. Guilt and shame washed over me as the dried cum continued to shrink, compressing my skin into a crusted film.
I pulled myself up to the standing position and saw the time on the microwave. I had to move. Mom and the kids would be home soon, and I never called the preschools. Then it occurred to me I had two interviews with babysitters in an hour.
I picked up my bathing suit and didn't bother putting it back on. The guest bath shower was closer, and it somehow felt like the better choice to clean myself up. Our master bedroom shower was too intimate. It was the shower we both used every day, and sometimes together.
As I tried to wash the guilt away in the shower, I recalled that Wayne had actually used it the morning he fell in the mud running, so he wouldn't track dirt through the house. Somehow that made me feel worse. Wayne did in fact use this shower. But when he did, it was to keep the house clean for me. I was washing another man's seed off.
I stayed in the shower letting the hot water wash me clean, but after twenty minutes, I still felt filthy. As I dried off, it hit me that Wayne had a break between flights and said he would try to call and talk to us. I went upstairs to the bedroom to get dressed and try to get myself together enough to talk to him. With each passing moment, my dread grew. Each minute seemed like an eternity. Even if he didn't call, Mom would be home soon with the kids...