by Moa Vaughn
My vision started to become clearer, and I noticed him staring at me, a ghost of a smile on his face. Oh! He had stopped rubbing me. I said nothing, but my eyes begged... eager to feel the movements of his fingers once more. For me, this was serious business now. I had him right where I wanted him. I did not care about anything else in the world. I just wanted to be loved and made love to.
He looked over my puffy lips and grinned before going down and burying his head between my laps. Oh, oh and ah, Oh! My eyes were shut, tightly, and it took me about ten seconds to realize that I was choking him. My thighs pressed on his head, face, and neck. He did not seem to mind, though... He just continued, spelling lovely words with his tongue down there. Then I felt a finger go in... God! He put it in and brought it back out slowly, while still working with his tongue. Suddenly I felt my blood pressure rising. Was I having a cardiac arrest too? It persisted.
My legs pressed harder on him, and then it developed a mind of its own and enveloped him in a bow, pushing his head deeper into me, and barely giving his working hand any space to move. Then it happened... I moaned and groaned, and screamed out Morris. I wet his face with my substance. I wet the sheets. I wet everything that was in close proximity as my body vibrated and pulsed for the second time. Almost a minute went by, and I came to a sudden rest─ weakened and unable to move. My mouth was parted to support my breathing as my nose could not do it alone. My eyes were dim, and the world I saw was creamy and blurry. Morris lay down beside me and kissed my forehead, and then my lips. He put his hand over my body and the sweet melody of sleep took us.
I dreamed of many sweet things. I dreamt of butterflies and gardens, unicorns and bright clouds, happiness, and love. I felt like a young girl again. My bed felt like sheets of clouds as I rolled from left to right, my eyes still closed, and my muscles still weak. I finally got myself awake and found Morris sitting by the table, going through some magazines. Poor Morris, I thought. He gave me so much of a treat, and I could hardly return the favor. He was such a good boy; I chuckled to myself.
Chapter 12
I stretched and yawned, before sitting up on the bed, still hidden under the thickness of my duvet. I put on a T-shirt. He smiled at me, and I returned an orotund smile. I needed to pee, and I thought I should tease him a bit. Yes, a little tease won't be so bad.
I got off the bed and noticed him cast a slight sideward glance. He still concentrated on the magazine he was reading though. My top barely covered below my waist, and I felt a brush of breeze on that gentle skin. As I walked, I slowly lifted the hem of my top, ever so cautiously, when I saw his neck begin to turn. I quickly looked forward, like I was unaware of my actions. I knew my behind was in full view and from the corner of my eyes I caught him staring... He was ogling. I knew I was torturing him. He just saw it all a few hours ago, but it's no news that once you let go of something, you forget a large percentage of its feel. You could forget your own image if you do not stare at the mirror for a long time. I reached the entrance of the bathroom and quickly pulled my shirt, then jumped on the toilet to pee. I got up and ran the flusher. Maybe a shower wouldn't be so bad either, I thought.
The water was cold, really cold, but it was good enough to redeliver my thoughts to soberness. I closed my eyes as it ran down my body, basking in the coolness of its feel. When I reopened my eyes, my chest jerked in shock. Morris stood by the door of the shower, completely naked, staring at me with lustful eyes. I glared at his nice build... the fair color of his skin perfectly accentuated his nearly flat belly, his broad shoulders and arms were simply a beauty to behold as always, and his well-carved manhood was the icing on the cake. How I loved this man. His dick was facing me as if it was telling me "I am coming you get you… yes, you."
He stepped into the bathroom without warning or permission and came straight for my lips. We kissed under the shower, his hand once again, going over my behind. He squeezed it softly, and I heaved diacritic rhythm each time he squeezed.
Then he became bellicose and more aggressive, pressing hard into me and devouring every essence of my soul. He outstretched his left hand and turned off the shower. We smooched while water dripped from our skins, creating so much heat that the wetness on our bodies began to dry. I started to feel that moistness again... distinctive from the water that wet my skin… far different; far thicker. He carried me into his arms and took me into the bedroom, staring deep into my eyes, piercing my inner self with his glare before placing me on the bed. He got on me and wasted no time in placing a finger in me... Deep inside me, and then he started searching for something with it. I was immersed in pleasure, that dauntless creature came back into me, and I whispered: "put it in me."
He obliged.
He directed his hardness to graze my orifice... But he did not go in. He was going to punish me for my earlier tease. I had brought this upon myself. I felt his manhood jerking over my lips. I wanted to beg... beg him to put it in, but words failed me. I was so wet; I was sure my vagina would expand large enough to fit a reading lamp. I caught his stare once again... He grinned. I was expectant. Then out of the blue, he thrust deep inside me. I yelped.
“You tease," He said as he pounded deep into me.
“I am going to fuck you so hard," he said, still jamming his huge erection into my pussy and making me scream at the top of my voice in pleasure. He continued to fuck me like his life depended on it. Oh my… it was just as good as I had imagined. He rammed deep into me, saying the dirtiest of words into my ears, turning me on even more. I started to feel like a little whore. But was I not?
He was hitting all the right spots.
Just then, I heard the sound of my husband’s car from the window. I wanted to get up and stop Morris, but I was too weak to even say any words. I was enjoying every moment of this. But I knew that I had to make him stop right now before my husband got inside. I tried to push him off me, but he was already getting really close. He continued to ram into me, and I just decided to enjoy the moment and fuck the consequences. The thrill of probably getting caught was driving me crazy, and I knew that it was also putting him on the edge. I was not even sure if he heard the same sound that I had heard.
It felt like eons of years, but everything was wrapping up in one moment of bliss as I felt my fluids begin to make their way to wet everything that was in a three-mile radius. And just when I felt the first spurt of his sperm inside me, I also started to convulse and release every atom of liquid that I had inside me. I shook like I was getting electrocuted and everything went blank. Morris fell on top of me and was breathing really hard. And just then I remembered… my husband. Maybe I still had time to run out of here and make up a story.
As I looked up in a bid to get out of the bed, I caught sight of the frame of my husband. He was standing by the side of the door. I lost a heartbeat. But then when I looked down, I realized that my husband had a huge bulge in his pants. Immediately, he turned back and walked away. I did not know what to make of that. I was confused. Was he angry? How do I beg him? Should I tell him that I knew about his affair with Lucy?
I took one look at Morris who seemed less bothered than I was and I wore what was left of my clothes and ran to find my husband. He was in the room taking off his clothes while I tried to find the right words to say to him.
"I'm sorry," I said, looking innocently at him. I did not know what to say. What could I say? I had been caught red-handed. I did not even want to bring up him and Lucy. Somehow I felt guilty that I could not explain.
Steve said nothing to me. He got out of his clothes, had a bath and took a nap without saying any words. That night was even quieter, although he did say a few words; he clearly was not in the mood for a conversation. Through this, Morris seemed even less bothered, and I was confused.
The next day was Saturday, and I decided to go out and get myself some fresh air. I just wanted to leave the house. I was not sure of where Morris was, but I knew that Lucy and my husband were home. As I got outside, an idea entered my mind. S
teve was angry at me because he caught me with Morris. What if I caught him with Lucy also?
After staying out for about thirty minutes, I decided to return home and see what I would find. And true to my thoughts, I heard soft moans coming from the room upstairs. I tiptoed and walked towards the door and was glad that I found it cracked open slightly. I peered in and found my husband smashing Lucy Hanson from behind. She was moaning so much that I suddenly felt my own wetness in my panties. My plan to charge in and confront them to make us even changed, and I found myself sexually excited. I knelt down and got to business.
I touched myself and played with my own feminine features as I watched the action that unfolded inside that room. When I heard Lucy’s loud orgasmic moan, I also released my own liquid all over my panties… and I only realized that I had moaned a bit louder than I wanted after my orgasm had subsided.
I still tried to get myself up and rush out of there when I saw a shadow just above me. I looked up quickly as a kid who was caught red-handed stealing meat from the pot.
“What do we have here?” The voice said. It took a while for my eyes to adjust and recognize who it was. It wasn’t my husband… it was not Lucy either. It was Morris! I looked up in awe.
“Since you seem to be having a good time watching all the action, why don’t you join in the activities?” Morris said, stretching his hands to drag me up. It was like a trance as my hand moved up to meet his. I entered the room, and the eyes of my husband and Lucy were on me. There was no glint of guilt in them. And then I realized what was happening. Morris was watching his wife get fucked by my husband and from the raging erection that pushed at his boxer briefs; he seemed to be enjoying it. I knew it. The three of them were in on something even long before I arrived. I was the only one who did not know about it. Son of a bitch… they were probably always making jokes about how I thought everything was a secret. It all became so clear. That was why Morris was not bothered when Steve caught us and oh my god… in Hawaii, Morris, Steve, and Lucy had planned all that had happened. Lucy did not go to the pool. She was waiting for me to go to her husband's room so that she could go into mine.
Before I could think any further, I felt the warm lips of Morris’ mouth on mine. I didn't push back, I just enjoyed the thrill of it, and then I broke it off quickly and looked at Steve, feeling a bit awkward. My husband, who’s dick seemed to have restored to full strength and was now being stroked by Lucy, gave me a nod and also leaned in to kiss Lucy’s lips and then her breasts. I looked on, feeling that tingle in my pussy once more before I felt Morris’ lips on mine once more. He moved closer to me, and I felt his hardness on my belly as we kissed.
He moved his hands down to my butt and squeezed my bum cheeks like his personal prize, making me moan deeply into his mouth.
My hands developed a mind of their own and moved down to drag down his briefs, quickly feeling his manhood spring to meet my belly button. It carried so much rage that I knew what awaited me.
Morris got off what was left of my clothes, and we both stood naked, kissing, while my husband and Lucy kissed and watched us. Morris led me to the bed and pushed me back, lowering himself on me before sliding two fingers into my dripping pussy, doing an inspection of its wetness while his mouth went on to play with my nipples. I moaned in joy when he moved his body up and used one hand to direct his hard manhood into my pussy. I moaned with pleasure, closing my eyes and enjoying the quick strokes that Morris started pounding my pussy with. It felt electric and so good. I suddenly heard Lucy’s moan and opened my eyes to look at what was happening.
