Fred Jones
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He used his hold on her hair to power her
head back, exposing her throat.
He bent foreword. His mouth found that,
too!
She had never been treated like that
before.
His mouth moved down, from her throat -
until he was at her breast.
He lifted his head a little, I could see her
breast extend, pulled by his mouth, as he
sucked it as he moved.
The hand holding her hair freed itself, and
twisted at one nipple as his mouth teased
the other.
I watched - and she had her head up a
little now, too, watching, because he was
no longer at her breast. He twisted a little
more, so that he was licking at her
stomach.
And he moved a little more, so that his
head was at her pelvis, and first one hand,
then the other, met at her groin.
Tina turned a little away from me. She was
looking right at his erect penis - in this
position it wasn't more than a few inches
from her face.
He seemed to be spreading her vulva with
his hands - his lips were close to it, he
seemed to be blowing cool air at it, as a
young might to cool down something before
eating it.
"You want this, don't you?" It was an
unnecessary question, of course she did.
"Yes!"
Her hips bucked - his mouth found her,
open, ready.
His torso was twisted, knees still at her
shoulders, but he moved a little, and his
cock moved closer to her.
Then, like the baton earlier, it lay across
her lips.
He raised his head a little, looking under
his twisted torso, at her face, at his cock.
I heard him say what I expected: "Do me,
too."
She shook her head - she didn't want to.
He knelt upright again, abandoning her
cunt.
His hand found her hair again, and
tightened around it, holding her head
firmly.
He had is cock in his other hand. He
moved so that his penis lay across her
lips.
"Do me!"
He powerd its shaft across her lips, but she
resisted , keeping them closed.
"Take him" I said aloud to the monitor
screen. "Take him in your mouth!"
His cock brushed across her cheek, back
to her lips, again and again, scortum
against her chin, him domanent over her.
It happened! She pursed her lips against
that shaft, as she did to the baton.
Then her lips opened.
He moved again, drawing his shaft along
those lips, until its tip was at her lips.
He pushed,
powering,
and finally,
finally,
there was a motion,
and he let her hair go,
because the end of his cock found its way
into her mouth.
I saw my wife's lips close around it.
"You know what to do," he muttered, as he
withdrew, turned, lowered his head again,
going down on her again, and I watched,
fascinated,
as he moved over her, straddling her,
as she raised her head,
following the motion of his hips,
and took a little more into her mouth,
and how his hips followed her head as she
lay it back on the bed.
I could see her cheeks indent, as she
sucked at him!
His own mouth was working, too, his
tongue in her, tasting what his baton had,
earlier. Each time he'd raise his hips, she'd
lift her head, following his cock, not giving
it up.
His own head was between her legs,
sucking at her, his tongue being a small
penis, exciting her,
until,
in a few moments,
Tina sagged back, panting, flaccid,
because he drove her over the edge.
He was close, too.
He rolled off her, his hand grasping the
head of his cock, squeezing it in the
classic maneuver to avoid premature
ejaculation.
"Not like that", he said, "I don't want to
come like that. I want to be in your cunt."
He moved to the side of the bed, his face
wet with his saliva, and her juices.
He took the pillows, bunched them, powerd
a hand under the small of her back, and
lifted.
She helped a little, lifting her hips, until
both pillows were under her ass.
Now, at the bed's foot, his hands found her
knees, and pushed them apart.
I had never seen anything as sexy, as
obscenely erotic, as Tina, there, her hips
lifted by the pillows, hands attached to
ankles, spread as wide as she could be.
He knelt between those knees, leaned
foreword,
and that's what adultery looks like, what
being cuckolded looks like, as he rammed
into her, almost frantically, the first
penetration fast, not gentle.
He started to go slower, and deeper, as
he neared his peak.
The best part was that Tina was moving
under him, lifting to meet him, her buttocks
being driven back to the pillows when he
pushed into her.
Soon enough, he grunted his way to an
orgasm, and he emptied himself into her,
and too soon to be romantic, , rolled off
her, and lay beside her.
They were both breathing heavily, almost
puffing.
Tina, still shackled, recovered first, and
looked at him.
"Joseph?"
"Huh?" he wheezed.
"Joseph, I don't think I like presentation and
bondage."
"Huh?"
"Take these off, Joseph, I feel lousy about
doing what we did."
"Oh."
He got out of the bed, fumred in his pants
pocket, and in a minute had the cuffs off.
His hand went to her crotch while she
rubbed her wrists.
"Want more without bondage, baby?"
"I had enough, Joseph. I wondered about
not being in control, and now I know, it's
not for me. Fun one time, but no more, not
for me."
"It works for some people," he told her, "I
want it to work for women I'm with, I like
the control."
"It doesn't work for me."
The mood in the room had changed.
"Betty, we just had sex, you went down on
me, and I did you, too. You can't take that
back."
"It's time to stop, Joseph. You should
probably go home now."
"It'll be much nicer if we spend the night
together, Betty."
"I don't want to do that, I really need some
time alone."
"But. . ."
"No but's, you're starting to ruin a good
evening. Maybe you'd better go home,
Joseph."
She got out of bed, and handed his pants
to him.
By then I pulled my robe on, ready to go
down and rescue her.
No need. He pulled on some clothes,
carried others to the door.
"I'm sorry, Betty. I thought it would work
out better. Goodnight."
And he left.
The outer door to the apartment slammed
a few seconds before I opened the inner
one, that opened to the rest of the house.
Tina, tears in her eyes, wrapped in her
robe, was in my arms.
"Don't hate me for doing that, for letting
him do that to me, Bob, I'm sorry."
"Everything's OK," I told her.
"It must have been awful for you to see
that!"
I held her, still aroused by the sights, the
memories.
"I feel cheap, and used, and like a tramp. I
hate that I did that! How can you ever want
me, or even touch me again, after that."
I muttered something about loving her all
the more, but I was too distracted to pay
attention to the words. This woman,
wrapped in her robe, smelled of sex!
Smelled of another man!
She was, I realized, still wet with him!
I couldn't help myself.
I took up to our our room, our bed, offering
what comfort I could.
We lay on it, her head was nestled into
my shoulder, and I moved, and moved her,
until we were face to face. "How can you
hold me, or even touch me, after I did
that?"
I rolled towards her a little, so that she was
on her back, my head above hers.
And I moved down towards her.
"No, no, honey, don't kiss me, not yet, I
want to wash myself, I took his penis in
my . . ."
"I know, it's all right," I told her, and my lips
sladyed the last word.
Her lips were closed, clenched.
I lifted my head enough to say "I love you,
Tina", and lowered it again.
"But his penis was there, honey", she
started to say, until my tongue pressed
against her lips for a moment, then against
her teeth for a moment, then met hers, the
same tongue that. . .
and I ejaculated again, a little, quietly,
while my mind replayed the image of what
was, a few minutes ago, where I was,
now.
And Tina responded, her holding me to
her, kissing back.
"Tell me you're not mad at me," she
muttered through the kiss.
"I'll prove I'm not."
I pulled at her robe, opening it.
My hand traced down her body, between
her legs - so hot, so wet.
"No, wait until I wash, don't touch me!"
"I'll show you I'm not mad."
"Let me take a shower," she said, starting
to sit up, "and then come back and love
you."
"No, no, love me now, let me love you . . ."
"But I'm dirty, I'm covered with his sweat,
his saliva, his, his. . .I stink with him!"
My lips stopped her talking.
I powerd her down again.
I kissed her lips again.
"I watched every minute," I said, "I know
what happened."
There were tears in her eyes.
"How can you touch me, after that?"
"Like this, does this prove I'm not mad?" I
said, and kissed her lips again.
She kissed back, accepting my proof.
And I moved, so I could kiss her chin.
I turned her head away from me, and my
lips and tongue found her ear.
"He did that," she said, almost a protest.
Her shoulder.
"That, too."
Her hand touched me. "You're not even
hard, not a little bit, you're just trying to
make me feel better."
"I'm not hard because I masturbated three
or four times because you were so sexy," I
claimed.
I moved lower, to her breast, and my hand
found the other one, tongue and fingers,
teeth and fingers, working on her nipples,
and I felt her hand on the back of my head,
pressing me hard into her breast.
"See, that's not so bad" I muttered, my
mouth full of her.
"No, not bad, nice, but he did that, too, his
spit is probably still on me. . ." she said,
and I moved, my head pushing against her
hand, lower, to her navel.
"Nice, very nice. This is all part of
flooding," I told her. "I loved you doing it."
I could feel her go rigid as she felt me
there, nuzzling into her stomach.
"You watched everything?"
"Mmmm, yes" as my tongue made circles
around her belly button.
My hand found her knee, and pulled at it,
and her legs opened a little, she still had a
hand on my head.
"You know he was in me, then. . ."
"Mmmm, yes. . ."
and my tongue drifted down lower, I was
breathing in the scents from her hair.
"But, he, he . . ., Bob, he ejaculated in me,
let me clean up . . ."
I had by then moved my hands to either
side of her cunt, and spread it, opening
those lips.
"Tina, I know that, and I know I wanted you
to do that, and you don't have anything to
feel bad about, or dirty about. . ."
"But, but. . ."
My tongue found the opening, and touched
her clit.
The hand she had on my head stopped
trying to stop me - her legs opened wider,
she rotated her hips up, exposing herself,
and her hands, on the back of my head,
pushed me deep into her!
Smelling.
Tasting.
Licking.
I felt her move a little, and then felt her lips
close on my own masturbated limp penis.
I moved so my knees straddled her head,
holding my penis above her face, making it
easy for her. Just like Joseph did a little
while ago.
But with me in her mouth, and her cunt
covered by my mouth, I grew harder, and
she, more ready.
We were able to have sex, after all.
And slept in each other's arms, covered
with our own perspiration, and his. Our
own juices, and his. And, uniquely, our
love for each other - not his!
Tina, finally, understood that part of me.
We were awakened by the special phone.
"Hello?" she said.
A pause.
"Hello Joseph."
"No, not tonight, Joseph. Or tomorrow,
either."
"No, I don't think I'll be seeing you again,
Joseph."
"Good-bye."
She turned to me. "Is that OK with you?"
"Yeah."
"He said I had real promise in bed, and
wanted to see me again, to play some
more."
"Not gonna do that, huh?"
"Not with him. I want to feel good when I
make love or have sex."
"You wanted a different experience. I
guess you got it."
"Yeah, I suppose so. I did learn some
things. Maybe sometime we could try some
of those things, but I want it with love, not
just for sex. . ."
"Yeah, we will. Are you OK with what
happened with Joseph - you don't still feel
cheap. . ."
"No. I was worried about what you'd think
of me. You made it all right last night."
"Good. Ah, are you going to date some
more?"
"I learned a lot from Joseph. Do you want
me to learn more?"
"Yeah."
"I still have that date with Phil. I think I'll
keep it."
She wore conservative clothes, and drove
off to meet Phil at the restaurant the next
evening.
Three hours later she was home. "I
actually had a dinner date with a guy! It
was nice!"
She got ready for bed, and met me there,
and while in my arms told me about her
adventure.
They met, she said, in the bar, and he was
a gentleman. They had a quiet dinner, and
"I had to make up a lot of stuff. I did
pretend to be Betty again. He was a really
nice guy, and he walked me to my car after
dinner. We stood in the parking lot for 15
minutes, talking, and doing a little flirting.
He asked me if I'd go out with him again,
Bob."
By now I had her nightgown off, and was
paying attention to her wonderful breasts. I
flattened one with my hands, had my
mouth on it, sucking, teasing her nipple,
then lifted up enough to ask "What did you
say?"
Her hands on my head powerd me down
again, as she answered. "I gave him my
new phone number, honey, and told him
I'd love to. Is that all right?" she asked, as
her hand traced down my body, to see
what my penis thought, too. It was at
attention, and began getting attention from
her hand. "I guess" she said between
kisses, "that means it's all right. I wish I
understood why this gets you so excited."
"I don't understand, either, but it does.
Like, thinking about you having sex with
Joseph drives me crazy. . ."
"So I guess it's all right that when he tried
to kiss me, I let him?"
By now I had rolled onto her, and she
guided my cock to her vagina. While we
were making love - no, having sex - I
looked down at her, looking up at me, and
at her breasts, and stomach, with my groin
and hers joined, moving together, and said
"Do you realize that maybe if you like this
guy enough, you've probably going to
have him doing this to you, looking at you,
fucking you. . .?" and her legs wrapped
around me, and she whispered "of course,
and you'll be watching, and masturbating,
won't you?" Our thrusts, our urgency, our
orgasms, answered any questions about
whether it was a good idea.
I had wanted her to be a better sex
partner: she was getting there.
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