by Tyla Walker
I wait for the dread to spread, for the rejection of such a thought but nothing. It didn't rise one bit; instead, my heart beats faster and faster. My body's sweating and the temperature keeps growing.
An unfamiliar emotion rises… along with my cock. Damn it! This nagging emotion… I don't plan to examine it. I plan to relish the moment.
"Oh, John, you're here. Please… unzip me," Charlene says. I didn't move at first because I'm utterly, deeply mesmerized. My gaze locks on her face, thinking that she looks so seductive with her luscious hair framing her face.
The gown fits her perfectly, it's such a shame to take it off her… but I want to see what's under!
"John?" Charlene blushes as she notices my scorching stare. It feels like forever… I slowly move towards her.
"Sure," I swallow the saliva that blocks my throat. "I'll unzip it for you."
Charlene turns around, and I'm facing her back, but I can still see her face since she's facing a mirror. I gulp as I smell her tempting perfume. This tantalizing odor has been enticing me since earlier; it was added torture.
Charlene raises her hair, and part of her chocolatey-perfectly-lickable skin gets exposed. My breathing becomes shallow as I try to control my air intake. I don't want to inhale more of her smell, or else my self-control will say goodbye.
Her skin's enough temptation that I can handle. I'm barely holding on to a thread of my sanity. I move the zipper downwards… then, I hear the thread snap.
I'm over with my self-control. Who needs it? God, I can't stop. The ember of arousal in my body turns into an inferno that burns what's left of my rationality.
I move… and lick her skin.
"John!" Charlene gasps out. "Oh!"
I stare at her face in the mirror… Charlene seems to love it. Her moan is an indication of that too. Great, perfect!
My lips follow the movement of the zipper- downwards. I kiss, lick, and suck, leaving no skin untouched.
"John!" Charlene moans when I cup her waist, and her hand's hold on the dresser. Her back bows forward in a tempting arc while I shower her shoulders with my kisses.
"Charlene!" I groan as I kiss the top of her spine, and my thumb caresses every curve of the bone, tracing it erotically. I can feel her shiver.
"God!" Charlene moans, her knees buckle, but I hold on to her waist.
"Hold on to the dresser, Char," I moan as I push her gown down, she's bare on the waist up. Her breasts expose, and her nipples harden. "Yes, that's it! Yes."
My questing hands found her nipples, and I begin playing with it. I pinch one nipple between my thumb and forefinger while I fondle the other breast.
"Oh, so good," Charlene quakes and buries her head on the dresser. Her gown is still at her waist, she tries to shake it off. It's actually great that she's not wearing a bra.
Is she wearing panties? I lick my lips as I imagine her bare pussy. This gown of hers doesn't let her wear underwear. I gasp when Charlene rubs her ass against my hard cock.
"Fuck!" I moan as she keeps rubbing it. "Naughty girl!"
I fondle her shapely ass but didn't take her gown off yet. I slap her buttocks, and Charlene trembles.
"John!" Her eyes are wide as she says in protest. I grin at her, and I spread her legs open. Then, I kneel down and go down under her gown. "John! What… oh! Oh!"
Charlene's practically sitting on my face as she gives me a facial with her cunt. I love this position. Her cute, little clit looks fresh and pink. And I'm right on the money, she's not wearing any underwear.
"Hmmm," I moan as I hold on to her inner thighs and caresses them. I help her stand up. "Don't fall down…"
"Oh, get out… there!" Charlene says, but I didn't listen. I trace her legs and plant kisses on the inner parts while teasing her pussy from time to time but not really going for it. "Please, John!"
She tries to close her legs, but I won't let her. I grin as I stretch the garter and let it hit her skin. Charlene shivers. She's actually wearing a pantyhose, and I love it. I roll it down, and my lips follow the movement.
I'm sure that she's going to have love bites all over her skin tomorrow. I lick the red parts that I suck, and tries to soothe her.
"God, Charlene," her quivering voice gives rise to my drive to make her crazy with pleasure. "Oh… oh… you're driving me insane! Please!"
"Yes, hon, just as you do to me," I reply to her as I move out from under her. Charlene blushes when she sees my glistening face. "It's very wet down there."
I lick my lips as I remove her gown entirely.
"Now, let's continue, shall we? Where were we?" I shouldn't be doing this, but it's too late. There's no way back.
Ten
Charlene
God, this feels so… amazingly good. Actually, I don’t have the right words to describe it!
How can I bend over here, and let John just do whatever he wants? This is so embarrassing… but how can I stop him? I don’t want to! In fact, I’m craving more.
I crave for his huge cock that I’m feeling right now while I’m rubbing my ass against his crotch. Damn, the size is magnificent. I bet he feels very constricted inside his tight slacks.
My moans are getting louder, and lewder as his masterful hands and lips play my body like a fine-tuned piano. He’s an expert on pressing the right keys to make me yell out… the most seductive groans and whimpers.
This is only supposed to be a simple unzipping of my gown. But… look where am I right now? No time to think, and a quivering mess. My pussy’s a pool of wetness, trailing to my legs.
And my gown’s a mess on my hips. My body trembles, and goosebumps appear all over my skin. God, this is so wonderful.
Then, to my surprise, he slaps my ass. It makes me wetter, I can’t believe that the pain and pleasure mix together will bring me so much ecstasy. I love this feeling, this is new to me.
I whimper as I try to stop him, then, John gets under my gown. He starts pleasuring my thighs, trailing kisses all over my legs. He even takes off my pantyhose. I can’t help it anymore… my pussy becomes wetter, and juices gush out of it abundantly.
I’m ashamed, but I can’t help it and only want more of him. The damn John knows how to tease me so fucking well. He drives me crazy.
I can’t form any coherent sentences. John moves out from between my legs, and he stands in front of me. His face glistening in my juices. I can’t register what he’s saying because I’m high in lust. My body’s alive and hot.
It’s like I’m a living, breathing pulse that’s very sensitive with a single touch alone. All I can focus right now is John.
I can’t think straight, all my thoughts are on John and what I want to do. I need him, I crave him, and I want more of him. John’s still fully dressed, so I have to make things fair. I can’t be the only one to be naked, am I?
“I need to return the… favor,” I tell John as I move towards him. Gazing at his face, I caress the arch of his nose with my fingers. “Why are you… so handsome?”
John chuckles, and he grabs my hand. He kisses my palm, moving upwards to my shoulders. I feel like I’m going to crumble on the floor, but he’s making me stand upright.
My naked skin against his feels like rolling lava. I close my eyes, savoring the moment. I want him naked… John tilts my head, and he kisses me tenderly. My eyes snap open, and my hands go to his shoulders toward his suit.
I take off his suit, and I undo his buttons one by one. My hands are trembling as I strip him off. God, I can’t help but get mesmerized by every inch of his skin.
“John,” I call out his name, saying it like a mantra and a promise. Only this man can fulfill me, his body promises an unfathomable, blazing passion. I lick my lips as I throw the suit away.
“Yes, Charlene. Do it, take it off…” it’s like the whisper of the devil, tempting me to sin and fall in his clutches. If John’s the devil… then, I’ll let him take me to the highway to hell.
“Oh,” I moan when I take off his shirt, and I get
to finally touch his perfectly sculpted body. I’m parched, my throat dry. My hands tremble as I trace every ridge of his muscles with my fingers.
“Do you like what you see?” John slowly pushes me to the bed, and I stumble down. “I love what I see.”
John latches on my nipples, and I grow crazy. I almost kick him away, but he pins my legs. I hurriedly take off his pants, and he kicks it away. He’s commando, not wearing anything underneath his slacks!
John’s cock stands into attention, clearly loving my attention. I tentatively touch the bulbous tip, and his precum leaks on my thumb.
“God,” John moans and trembles. His arms are around me, pinning me to the bed, but he starts to squirm as I play with his cock more. “Oh! Fuck!”
John’s back arches in artless abandon; he doesn’t care about anything anymore. I want him to abandon all his cares and be with me.
“Oh!” I shout as well when he touches my cunt. John rubs his cock against my wet hole. John grips my hips, and his tip touches my clit. “John! John!”
My legs raise high up on the air as I tremble in ecstasy, toes curling.
“What do you want me… to do?” John asks sinfully.
“Fuck me… ram inside me. Use your cock to ram me hard,” I moan as I cling to his neck, then, my hands move down to his back, tracing his spine.
John’s face contorted in pleasure, then… he rams inside me in one fluid motion.
“Yes, this is what I want!” I shout as I feel him reach places that haven’t been touch before. It feels so great that we’re connected together. “God!”
My moans have gotten louder, to the point that I’m screaming like a banshee. The bed creaks like there’s an earthquake, but we don’t care. What we care about is what we feel.
“We’re connected,” John says as he looks down at his cock that fits inside my pussy perfectly.
“Yes!” I shout, my fingers curling on his back. Then, I do the same, watching us combine. My body quakes when I watch it happen. My pussy tightening, wanting more of this.
“God, you’re tightening up! So tight like a virgin hole,” John grunts, and his hips move slowly. I twist my hips, and he shouts. “God!”
My voice becomes hoarse, and I can only croak now when John twists his hips. He bumps against my g-spot!
“God! I’m cumming!” I shout as my nails dig in his skin. My body’s attack by violent orgasm, the colors exploding in my mind, and the stars reveal itself. John’s hitting my inner walls now, drool trails out of my mouth. “God!”
John growls like a wild animal while he explodes inside me. “I’m cumming! God, I’m cumming!”
He shots his warm cum inside me, and I can feel it directly hit deep inside me. Thank God, I’m smart enough to take a pill every day. John’s a shooter.
We lay panting in each other’s arms. There’s no talk between us but silent harmony. I don’t want to open up about what happened. I just want to sleep since I’m tired now.
I snuggle close to his body, loving the smell of man and the wild. Yep, wild. He acted like a ferocious animal too. I bury my face deeply, trying to sleep.
But… there’s a thought that sinks in my brain. I think I’m in love, what to do now? I’ve done what my mom warned not to do.
Damn, stupid of me.
Eleven
John
This is the best sleep I had for years. I smile, my eyes still close savoring the moment. My body refuses to move, and I only want to lie down in the bed with Charlene.
I cover my face when the sunlight hits it. Looks like the sun's high up already, I move my hands, looking for the familiar warmth of Charlene.
My eyes snap open when I find out that she's no longer in bed. I frown, and my head snaps to her barely warm side of the mattress. Did she leave early?
I mean, she got down the bed already? I wonder where she is now? I look at the wall clock, and it's past eight. Wow, it looks like I slept a lot. Usually, my body clock wakes me up at 5:30 am.
Charlene's a surprise in every aspect. Last night, damn, she's one of a kind. My wife's a lady in the living room but a secret whore in the bedroom. She drives me insane with lust, I can't believe it.
I grin like a silly man, thinking of her, but I also feel a bit disappointed because she's no longer around when I woke up. It would have been nice to kiss her in the mornings and seeing how beautiful she is when she wakes up.
It would be so lovely to serve her breakfast in bed, and pamper her a bit the way she deserves. Damn, it looks like the romantic side of me woken up when I got married. Before, I always hate dit when women don't leave my house before I wake up.
I explicitly tell them to leave early, and most, I don't even let stay overnight. The usual happening would be, I'll have to kick them out of my bed, come morning. Those women are all nothing to me. My treatment of Charlene is definitely a novelty.
When did everything start? When did I first view Charlene in a different light? Last night? I have always treated her with respect, and I love Brittany too.
I sigh, stopping myself from examining my thoughts. What's the point? I've gone and done it. I'm hook, line, and sinker deep in her.
I get down the bed, open the blinds widely. The sunlight almost blinded me. I go for a change of clothes, a casual shirt, and shorts. I walk downstairs, looking for Charlene.
The first thing I see as I come down is Charlene in a pair of sweats and a t-shirt. She's busy tinkering on something, bending over from time to time. Her black hair is arranged into a braid. Honestly, she's so goddamn sexy.
She's going to give Lara Croft a run for her money.
Also, not only sexy… but utterly beautiful. Perfect for me. I've seen so many beautiful women, but her allure to me is entirely different. It's like she encompasses my whole being. My eyes only for her.
She's still concentrating on whatever she's doing, and not noticing me. I walk behind her slowly, planning to surprise her. But I change my mind when I see her beautiful, swan-like neck. It's gorgeous and slim, soft to the touch.
Damn, I never thought that a neck can be this beautiful. I'm a hopeless case. I guess this is karma because I've mistreated other women when it comes to relationships.
I played really hard, and now, it's my turn to experience what they felt for me.
My eyes are glued to her neck, then, I move. I kiss her neck, trailing my nose on her neck and smelling her light scent- refreshingly pleasant.
Charlene stiffens.
"Good morning, beautiful," I say in a pseudo-whisper. I feel Charlene shiver. I smile, feeling proud that she reacts to me like this.
"Good morning, too," her head turns to the side. She tries to face me, but I push her head forward and drops another kiss on her nape.
Charlene chuckles and moves away from me, smiling playfully. My chest turns stuffy, and I take a deep breath. When Charlene smiles, it's like the sun gracing me with its warmth. She takes my breath away too.
Our gazes lock in a moment that only the two of us know. My eyes are on her, I didn't notice when Brittany launch herself at me from behind the chair.
"I'm beautiful, too," she captures my legs and pouts. She's like a cute barbie doll. I chuckle and pick her up.
"Yes, you are," I agree to her as I pinch her cheek lightly. "You're my beautiful princess."
"And mom is your beautiful queen," Brittany beams at me. She looks at her mother, smiling widely. Charlene chuckles.
I put down Brittany on the couch, and I sit down next to her. Charlene sits on the other side. We're like one happy family. We didn't even notice when the buyers arrived.
They look pleased, and their faces are beaming with smiles.
"Good morning," we greet them together. The buyer's chuckles.
"We're leaving, don't mind us. We're going to the office," one by one, the buyers excuse themselves. I watch them go. This will be good for my father's reputation, even though I'm not in doing this for him. This is what they call, hitting two birds with one stone.
"I'm going to the store. I need to open it," Charlene says.
"I have to go to the office," I tell her. "Let's have breakfast?"
"Sure, I already made it," Charlene informs me. I smile, what a perfect wife I married. We enjoyed our breakfast, and Brittany's nanny arrived.
"Behave, okay, honey?" Charlene says to her. "Your grandma wants to see you, and the nanny will take care of you, okay?"
"Sure, mommy," Brittany nods her head, then, she glances at me.
"Don't forget to bring gifts to your grandma. She loves cookies, but don't let her eat too much. We'll pick you up after work," I fix her dress.
"Okay, d-daddy," Brittany's bashful face lightens my heart. "Take care, mommy, and daddy."
She runs out of the house, waving at us while the nanny follows after her. Charlene leaves.
"Wait," I seize her hand before she can go.
"What is it? There are rul-" Before she can say anything, I kiss her on the lips. I've wanted to do this since I wake up. I ravaged her mouth, not letting her forget what happened last night.
My mouth and tongue attack her, making her unable to resist. I kiss her ferociously, and with all the passion I can muster. After a few minutes, we pant hard, our saliva connected together. It trails out of my mouth.
Damn, why does it looks so erotic? I'm fucking hard, but now's not the time. I stare into her eyes… and there it is. What I've wanted to see, it's there. As clear as the blue sky without the clouds.
My mouth opens to tell her I love her… but Brittany's head pops through the doorway.
"I forgot something," she says, blinking her innocent eyes, then, she runs to her room. The moment is lost, I don't plan to say it with anyone else around.
I'm afraid of rejection. Shit, I'm such a sissy.
Twelve
Charlene
