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#14 · Edited by: ptah
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This is a bit rambling, but I wrote it, so you may as well read it.
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You awake with waxy skin and a mouth like yesterday's fast food wrapper. You are in your crumpled shirt. Your joints grind and ache as you free them from the confines of your sofa.
Why are you in the living room?
You remember, with a jolt somewhere between your fluttering heart and your pancreas. A thousand sounds flow through your mind's ear. You recall lying awake a few hours ago, listening to the roof shaking. Listening to the springs of your bed screaming (you must take a look at them...). You remember awaking in the dead of night, to the sound of your wife's shrill whimper of ecstacy. You remember straining to shut it out, laying awake for another hour, and then creeping upstairs. Just to be close to her, as her sweet body writhes in pleasure. Just to put your face to the door.
There is a swelling in your sweaty pants. You close your eyes, and repaint your last sight of her on the backs of your lids.
Her back was arched, her long legs wrapped around my strong back, her shining fingernails gripped my shoulders, and her wet mouth met my probing tongue with hunger. Her perfect thighs lifted, for me, and she raised her lustful cunt, for me. She welcomed me inside her, with love. She would deny me nothing, and give all of herself to me that she could give. She gasped and grinned, open mouthed, as I thrust my huge cock deep within her soft, yielding sex.
She stretched back, ran her fingers through her glossy hair, and licked my stubred chin tenderly. She turned to you, with a pout of triumph.
"Fuck off". She smirked, her thick eyelashes narrowing in contempt.
You backed away, like a scolded young.
She extended her slender middle finger at you, as she felt my cock slide against the tenderest depths of her fertile cunt. She closed her eyes as she turned to kiss me, but her middle finger remained, for you.
You closed the door gently. Her soft, mocking laughter came from the other side.
You rub the pain and the shame from your eyes. You are exhausted. You have to be at work in a hour. You think of your wife relaxing softly in my arms, warm happy and satisfied. You reflect that you must return to your office cell in order to keep her warm and happy and satisfied. She is so precious to you.
You climb the stairs, carefully. You hope that your wife and I might me arelax, so that you can scuttle off in secret, and hide your shame. You creep to the bathroom, and freeze.
You hear your wife call to you, softly. Lazily.
"David. Come here, now."
You go. Your feel yourself gulp dry air as you reach her bedroom door. You think you can feel the warmth of sexual passion on the surface of the painted wood. You push it half open.
"Yes, honey?"
"Oh, hello Silly", she giggles girlishly.
I am laid on my back, one hand behind my head and one hand resting posessively on your wife's pert, naked bottom. I half smile at you, dirtily, and close my eyes in contentment. She pulls the crisp sheet over back, thinly covering my hand and her ass, and sits up, her slender arm hugging her round, heavy tits. Hiding her nipples. From you.
"Be a sweety and bring us some tea. We haven't slept much, so I need to take it easy. Otherwise I'll be all cross and bitchy, and you don't like that, do you silly?" She asks with a smile that seems to have warmth only for herself.
"How- how do you have it"? You hear yourself asking me.
"Black, no sugar. She's sweet enough for me".
Your wife smiles, rolls her eyes in a gesture of feigned shyness, and flicks her hair, just in case either of us had stopped noticing her.
You watch my hand roam under the sheet, as I squeeze her buttocks firmly, and slip my hand into her soft crack.
She pulls her leg gently over my body, and sits straddling me, one hand on my powerful chest, the other still hiding her beautiful breasts from you. They are just for me.
"Is there a reamister you are still here?" She sighs, bored with you. I stroke her bottom at leisure, as my other hand climbs her long, silky thigh.
You remain transfixed for a moment. We look so beautiful. Together. We were meant to find each other. I was meant to find your wife, take her to your bed, and fuck her to ecstacy all night-
"Get out!" She screams in fury at you. She grabs her flimsy thong and throws it sharply at your face. You grasp it, and retreat, almost falling down the stairs. The bedroom door slams hard behind you.
You make the tea. You make the tea whilst trying to dress, find your keys, and eat something. You make the tea while trying to ignore the happy feminine laughter and the deep masculine voice upstairs. You make the tea while you furtively sniff your wife's tiny lace knickers, savouring their musky sexual scent. It smells delicious, like she is, and powerful, like she is. You rub your small errection, then try to ignore it, then rub it again, as you scamper around the kitchen.
You think about me, making her wet; making her little lacey knickers wet. Do my blue eyes make her thong wet? Does my strong jaw make her thong wet? Does my gravelly voice make her thong wet? Do my powerful shoulders make her thong wet? My chest? My toned ass? You know that the sight of my huge, arrogant cock and its powerful balls must make her knees weak, her thighs tremble. How she must want to hold it, to move her lips to it-
The ceiling is hammering again now. A moan, and then another. Then a growl.
You take the cups and shuffle awkwardly upstairs.
You knock, but there is no answer. You can hear you wife purring, then mewing. The bed is shaking again. She gasps, she whimpers, she screams.
"Oh fucking YEAH!"
You wait. You knock, but the only reply is the sound of lovers, whispering in bliss. It is a sweet sound. You will be late. You knock agian.
"Alright. How fucking desperate are you"? I shout.
"Little twat!" Your wife smirks as you enter.
The words lance your stomach, then you feel the warm glow of happy offense. You are a twat! She's always right. You set down the tea and turn to leave.
"I got to run- I"
"No." She says, as she sips from the cup, climbing over me and displaying herself obscenely to me as she does.
You are at a loss.
"I'll be late!"
"You can stay at the office longer tomorrow. Ptah promised to take me out tomorrow evening, and I will be relaxing with him at his flat in the city. I need you this morning".
"Wh-why?"
"Because Ptah is about to leave. He's in a lot of demand, as I'm sure you can imagine. He has to go to the office, and then he is going to visit Paul's wife, Maria. The one from the Christmas party, that you thought wat hot? Didn't you know he was fucking her? Us girls don't mind sharing, if it's worth it!" She strokes my balls playfully.
"You can spend our time together pampering me, helping me look even more beautiful, and taking me shopping. First, I intend to relax for an hour or two, and sit on your face".
You swallow hard, and flush deeply, as your small penis hardens, and we laugh. As we kiss, deeply, lingeringly, you swell with excitment. A whole morning, with your wife- worshipping her, loving her, preparing her and tasting her! Making her ready for her lover- to win the attention of her man!
Have you found your niche?
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#22 · Edited by: ptah
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Your wife takes her time to kiss me goodbye. She presses her soft breasts into my hard chest with power, and curls her smooth thighs around me again and again, as she explores my mouth with her tongue.
Eventually, I break away, and catch your eyes gazing at the length of my body, once again. Your are transfixed by my swaying cock. I shove you aside with my shoulder, as I take up my clothes and swagger out of the room. Your wife smirks delightedly as you scamper out of my way. She rises from the bed, pulling the sheet around her slim body. Her nudity is just for me.
”Lie on the bed and wait” she orders you, flatly. She is already half way down the stairs, after me.
You do as you are told. The sheets are seamistered with sweat, and the smell of man and woman and fucking. You settle down, and find dampness with a stray hand. Your wife’s come, and her lover’s, you muse.
You wait.
Turning your head on the pillow, you see a dark pubic hair. You examine it eagerly. It is trimmed short- it must be one of her’s. Why was her pussy on the pillow? Images rush through your head. Perhaps I had laid her across it, her arse pushed high in to the air; offered to me, ready for my huge cock. Or maybe it had been under her arse, lifting her welcoming cunt towards me, allowing me to thrust my full length and size into its warm, fertile depths.
How dominates she must have felt. How used. How thrilled.
Your small penis hardens. You want to see her, to smell her; her sweaty body, her musky sex.
You wait.
Finally, the door opens, and she enters. She glances at you briefly, and drops the sheet. Her lithe, tanned body is naked before you, but for her sparkling anklet. Your nervous eyes flicker over her long neck, her full breasts, her flat stomach (so many hours at the gym!), the black stripe of her bush, down the length of her legs to her perfect feet; and back. She pouts angrily at you, and frowns, challenging you to comment.
“You’re perfect”.
“Yes. But you are not. That is why I need perfect sex from my perfect lover. And that is why you are now going to spend the next hour servicing me, as I sit on your face”.
She swans towards the bed. Her walk is so beautiful, her hips-
Then she is on you- she throws a thigh over your head, you stare up into her wet, fucked cunt and the dark crack of her arse, and then there is blackness. Blackness and hotness and wetness. The bristles of her pubic hair scratch your face as she wriggles her bottom in order to sit comfortably, then she firmly thrusts her anus against your impertinent nose. You are under her- under her sex, under her will. You cannot breathe. Your eyes are her pert buttocks, your nose is her anal rose, your mouth is her hungry vagina.
There is a stinging slap accross your balls.
“Tongue! Now!”
You lick her- you do not hesitate. You lick the velvet of lips, the warmth of her tunnel. You taste the potent salt of my seed, in her fertile cunt. You lick her while thinking of her legs in the air, her pelvis meeting the thrusts of that huge cock. You lick her while thinking of her thong sliding down her buttocks, along her legs and laying around her beautiful ankles. You eat her hungrily, as she shifts her arse barely, allowing you to breath deeply through your squashed nostrils, savouring the musky scent of her arse.
Time passes. She does not move. You hear her sip her tea. Your tongue is leaden, your jaw is on fire.
You feel her reach for the phone, and dial. You pause; her long fingernails in your scrotum remind you to keep servicing her divine sex.
“Hi, Sophie? Yeah, it’s Kate. Yeah. Yep! We left right away, I just couldn’t keep my hands off him! I know- it’s like he turned me into a total slut! ... They all saw!?! Oh fuck! Hah hah! Yeah, it was fucking amazing, like you said. I couldn’t believe it was bigger than you said! I didn’t know what the fuck to do! Well, he decided for me! .... Yep, all night ... Don’t be jealous! No, he’s seeing Maria, that bitch with the tits ... Yeah, I know. Little Dick? Hahah. Here’s here, under my ass, helping me relax. Hahah! No, he’s pretty pathetic. Saw the whole thing. Loved it. Loved Mr P’s cock. Hahah! Yeah, he’s kind of a sissy fag, or something.”
Her cruel words, her musical voice. Like needles in your heart. You penis rebels against you- it is like a little hot pebble. You sniff her arse deeply, and lick her with renewed furvour.
“Oh, cuckolds brownie, Sophie, I gotta go- he’s trying to make me come. Yeah, I know. Little fucking pervert! Hang on- listen to this!”
Her perfect behind raises a few inches, and light floods through her crack. The reciever is by your face-why? You breathe in deeply-
She farts. The heat and the smell are with you in a second, then her arse clamps them against your nose once more. The bitch!
She giggles ecstatically.
“Yeah, I’ve been holding that in all night! Thought I’d save it for Hubby! Hahah! Anyway, ciao!”
You are licking desperately, now. This must end. She must be satisfied. You hold your breath and rub your exhausted tongue against her clit. Her fingernails dig into your arms, and her legs shift.
“Mmmmmmm”. Her back arches, and she rides your face hard. There is pain, you see stars- she buckles, she thrusts, she shouts in triumph as she comes.
“Not bad.” She says, rolling off you casually. Your face is wet.
“Now be a darling and run me a nice warm bubble bath”. She half smiles at you, with a little mockery.
You catch your breath. You obey.
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