After a moment she placed her hands upon mine and pulled my fingers from her body.
‘Oh god, Charlie,’ she said between deep breathes. ‘You can finger my pussy better than I can.’
She placed her hands upon the side of my face and signalled that she wanted me to stand.
I got to my feet and looked her body up and down.
Her cheeks were a rosy red, but by god she looked liked the most beautiful woman that had ever and will ever exist.
‘I have been dreaming about this all day,’ her fingers curled around the long hard shaft of my dick. ‘You have such a big cock.’ Her hand began to jerk in a very rapid motion. ‘When I use to fuck my old boyfriend,’ I forced my tongue back into her mouth. We shared a deep passionate kiss, whilst her fingers teased the tip of my cock. ‘I would dream of a cock this big,’ she pressed her back against the bedroom wall. ‘Do you know what you are, Charlie?’ The tip of my cock was guided down between her legs. ‘You are a dream come true.’ I pushed my hips forward. My eyes momentarily rolled back into my head at the orgasmic sensation of being sucked inside of her.
Strong hands gripped the back of her silky thighs and without any real effort at all I hoisted Sheridan up off the floor. Sheridan wrapped her hands around my neck and pulled me against her, as my muscular body pinned hers up against the wall. The feel of her tits pressing against my pectoral muscles was fuelling the fire of lust within my soul. I carefully hooked the inside of my elbows beneath her knees and forced her legs further apart. My cock slipped further inside her widened pussy.
I began to roll my hips.
Loud pleasing moans ricocheted off the ceiling with each forceful thrust of my thick cock up into her slender body. Now that we were far away from the lake house, and our families, we could be a loud as we wanted.
‘Oh yeah,’ I groaned with pleasure. ‘You are so fucking hot.’
Sheridan giggled in my ear before screaming out.
In her position all she could do was remain suspended against the wall, whilst my cock pummelled her pussy into submission. From the look in her ocean blue eyes I could see that she was enjoying it too.
‘Talk dirty to me, Charlie,’ ordered Sheridan. ‘Make me your dirty little bitch.’
Talk dirty?
I had never done that to a woman before. I wasn’t sure what to say.
‘You like being my private whore?’ I attempted with a groan.
‘Oh, fuck yeah. This pussy is all yours baby. I am your whore.’ Her voice was starting to sound strained, as her breathing began to grow short and sharp. I could feel the pressure between my own legs starting to rapidly increase with each filthy word that left her young mouth.
‘I own your pussy, eh?’ I didn’t give her time to reply. ‘I own this sexy pussy?’ I began to ram the entire length of my long hard cock right up into the depths of the pussy. I was fucking her so deep that I could feel my balls slapping against her soaking wet lips.
‘Oh god, oh god, oh god,’ she groaned in quick succession. ‘This pussy is all yours. Is that big bad cock mine?’ All her muscles seemed to tense up, as something beautiful blossomed within her body. ‘Please tell me your cock is mine.’ She threw back her head and screamed wildly. I could feel the lips of her pussy tightening furiously around the shaft of my throbbing cock. ‘I don’t want, Rebecca, to have it. Tell me that it is mine.’
‘It is yours,’ my groan sounded like the howl of some wild and dangerous animal. ‘Rebecca will never get to see my cock again. It only belongs to you.’
‘Yes!’ she dropped her head onto my shoulder. I could feel the sweat upon her brow. ‘Charlie,’ she moaned sweetly into my ear. ‘I think I am falling in love with you.’
I could feel my heart melting within my chest.
‘I have never felt like this about any other man.’ My cock rammed deeper and harder between her soaking wet lips. ‘You are the only thing on my mind all day long.’ The pressure between my legs was increasing at such a drastic rate that had I been a refinery, alarm bells would be warning people to evacuate by now. ‘Just thinking about you gets me so fucking wet.’ The edges of my world began to blur away into the darkness, as all my consciousness and awareness were being sucked down through my body to the overwhelming build up of energy between my legs. ‘I fingered my pussy for over an hour today, but not even that released the frustration I feel when I am not near you.’ My mouth fell open, as dangerous tremors rocked my cock like the early warning sighs before the great quake. ‘Tell me you love me too.’
‘I am addicted to you.’ I confessed. ‘I want you. I need you. I love you.’
My cock erupted inside her body.
A light that was brighter than the sun exploded within my mind.
A sensation so powerful that for a brief moment I felt as if I had lost all consciousness completely rushed liked a wildfire throughout my very soul. Further eruptions leapt forth from the tip of my cock, filling Sheridan’s pussy with ridiculous amounts of nice warm cum.
‘Yes, Charlie.’ She screamed my name. ‘Yes. I love you too.’ Her hips were squirming so much that my cock was threatening to slip from her body. ‘Don’t stop!’ She ordered, but I could tell from the tone of her voice that not even Sheridan could take much more of this. My body started to go numb right from my head all the way down to my toes. Everything I had left went into one final powerful surge of hard hip pumping action.
My hips rolled to a standstill.
For a very long moment I just stood there with Sheridan in my arms. There was nothing I could do. My mind was still floating away amongst the clouds. A length of time that could have been between thirty seconds or five minutes drifted by before either of us had the strength to talk.
‘Charlie,’ Sheridan whispered into my ear. She wounded exhausted.
‘Yes?’ I replied in a low whisper.
‘Did you mean what you said?’ her words hung in the air for a moment.
‘Yes.’ I kissed her softly on the cheek. ‘I love you, Sheridan.’
* * *
I lay my head down against the pillow and held the cell phone to my ear. ‘Hi, honey,’ I said into the mouthpiece. I was forcing myself to take long slow breathes in through my nose and out through my mouth to maintain my focus on the phone call. ‘I am really sorry but I won’t be able to make it back home until much later tonight.’
‘Oh,’ I felt a ton of guilt fall onto my shoulders at the sound of Rebecca’s disappointed voice. ‘I guess it can’t be helped.’ She tried to put a brave face on it. ‘I can save your naughty surprise for a night when you are free.’
‘I’m sorry,’ I replied.
‘Don’t be. I know how important this meeting is for the company.’ Rebecca let out a sad sigh. ‘Don’t work too hard. I love you.’
‘You too,’ I replied and with that the phone line went dead.
I had now passed the point of no return. This was no longer an issue of indecision or wondering what I wanted. I know exactly what I want in my life and that is to be happy. I want something that gives me a reason to wake up in the morning. I want something that brings a smile to my lips and a skip to my heart just at the very thought of it.
I wanted Sheridan.
I glanced down my body towards the world’s most beautiful woman, as she took my cock within her mouth. She had managed to take so much of the long shaft down her throat that for a brief moment I thought you might swallow it completely. I reached down and stroked a hand through her long flowing blonde hair. At first I thought this was nothing more than a case of lust, but I was wrong. My feelings for Sheridan go far beyond lust that it is not even funny.
I love her.
I believe that she loves me too.
And for the first time in many years I am actually happy.
Part Four: Frank’s Story
Chapter Fourteen: Rock Bottom
I picked the whisky bottle up off the night stand and poured the remaining dregs into the bottom of my glass. How shit has my l
ife become? I grabbed the glass and held it to my lips. The warmth of the drink burned the back of my throat as I downed it all in one go. My head instantly felt slightly lighter and my problems felt a little less depressing.
The front door of the lake house slammed shut.
I let out a lonely sigh and headed for the window of my darkened bedroom. I could feel myself moving a little unsteadily upon my feet. This must be what babies feel like when they are attempting to take their first few steps. Pick a destination and hope you don’t land on your face before you get there. With a sense of triumph I reached the window, but the demon known as regret gripped its clawed fingers around my cold dead heart. The others were all down below me wearing expensive looking suits and rather revealing dresses.
I think I hated them.
My eyes locked upon the woman that I loved.
My heart cracked into a million pieces like a mirror dropped onto a hard stone floor. I had ruined everything between us. I had destroyed the one good thing I had in my life. I had lost Miranda. My soon to be ex-wife was wearing a very elegant red dress. It highlighted everything that was perfect about her. It displayed her beautiful hour glass figure, her large firm breasts, her swan like neck and her unforgettable heart melting angelic face.
She was beyond beautiful.
And she was fucking someone else.
I couldn’t blame her. The reason she was leaving me was because I couldn’t keep my penis in my pants. I just had a soft spot for a beautiful woman. I love my wife more than life itself, but I am addicted to sex. It was only a matter of time before she said enough was enough, but I never expected her to be fucking another man when she was still married to me. I knew that she was because of the way she always acted. When we lived together she was miserable. I was constantly away on work and we both knew that when I went away I would be in another woman’s bed. These days Miranda was happy. No. She was more than happy. She was practically beaming with pure delight through the smile she wore upon her lips.
I miss her.
I headed back to the bottle of whiskey.
‘Empty,’ I sighed. Could my life get any worse?
I opened the bedroom door. They have to have something down in the kitchen.
* * *
A wave of satisfaction washed over me. Several bottles of wine were chilling nicely in the bottom of the fridge. This was more than enough to take my mind off of my shitty life. Suddenly a sound reached my ears. I cocked my head to one side, as if that would somehow increase my ability to hear.
A woman was crying.
I closed the fridge door and followed the sound across the large open planned kitchen. An archway led into the central hub of the house, which was a ridiculously large living room. Rebecca was sitting on the cream coloured couch with her head buried into the palms of her hands. It broke my heart to see my friend crying. What made it worse was that my affections for Rebecca went somewhat beyond friendship. She was my best friend’s wife so I could never admit it, but I had always had a crush on Rebecca.
‘What’s wrong?’ I asked.
Rebecca nearly jumped out of her skin. ‘Frank,’ she let out a sigh of relief. ‘You scared me.’ Unconsciously I looked Rebecca up and down. She was wearing nothing more than a pair of ordinary looking jeans and a light blue t-shirt. The t-shirt was so tight that for a moment I thought her large round breasts were going to rip through the fabric. Rebecca’s beautiful long flowing blonde hair hung at least five inches below her shoulder line. Her face was perhaps the kindest face any man could ever hope to look upon, although her cheeks were turning an interesting red colour at this moment in time. It might have something to do with the empty wine bottle on the living room table.
‘Sorry,’ I replied. I headed over towards the couch. ‘What’s upset you?’
‘Oh, it’s nothing,’ it was clearly a lie.
‘Rebecca, we’re friends.’ I reminded her. ‘Talk to me.’
It didn’t take much to make her talk.
‘It’s, Charlie.’ Her bottom lip began to quiver. ‘I think he is having an affair.’
Her words hung in the air for a moment.
How the hell did she know? But more than that how the hell did I tell Rebecca that she was actually right?
‘What makes you think that?’ It was the only thing I could think of saying.
‘He hasn’t been returning my calls.’ She slurred. ‘And he has been working late.’
‘The business meetings have been running longer than we expected,’ I lied.
‘Maybe so but what is his excuse for not having sex with me?’ she asked. He wasn’t having sex with Rebecca? Was he mad? ‘But then again that is most likely my fault,’ confessed the beautiful blonde. ‘When it comes to the bedroom things between us are a little dull,’ she picked that last word carefully. ‘I blame myself. Charlie was my first ever boyfriend and I used to be so shy.’ She sighed disappointedly at the memory of her old self. ‘If only he had forced me to do something different in the bedroom. I would have done anything to make him love me. We could have had a much fuller sex life, but I was just so damn shy.’
‘If it turns out that, Charlie, is having an affair,’ I explained. ‘It is not your fault.’
‘But…’ she began to protest, but I cut her off.
‘Rebecca you are a really beautiful and amazing woman. Charlie should be grateful that he has you in his life. Now I don’t believe for one second that, Charlie, is having an affair so stop beating yourself up about it.’
‘You might be right.’ She conceded. ‘He is not the type of person to cheat on me, but I tried to make things more exciting by buying a pair of handcuffs and a,’ Rebecca blushed, ‘Dildo.’ A wave of pressure rushed down between my legs. The thought of Rebecca using a dildo was perhaps the greatest visual image I was ever going to have in my life. ‘He wasn’t even interested.’
‘Then he is stupid.’ I replied. ‘That is really hot.’
‘You think so?’ Rebecca smiled a cheeky smile. ‘I thought it was hot too.’
‘Have you used it?’ The question left my mouth before I could stop it.
‘Yes,’ Rebecca turned her eyes away from me. ‘It felt really good.’
Hardness was starting to set in between my legs.
‘You should tell him how good it feels,’ I forced my thighs together to hide the bulge beneath my trousers. ‘I know for a fact it will turn him on.’
‘I might do that,’ she nodded her head. ‘But I am still so shy and inexperienced. I just wish I had someone to teach me all the things I don’t know. I would do absolutely anything to make, Charlie, love me more. That is how much I love him.’
My brain switched off.
My penis took over.
Unconsciously I placed my hand upon the top of her thigh. Rebecca tensed up for a second and turned her emerald green eyes towards me. I could see the look of confusion within the windows of her soul. ‘Perhaps I,’ I slide my hand further up the inside of her thigh, ‘could teach you.’ Rebecca swallowed down the lump in her throat. For a half a heartbeat I could feel her opening her legs and welcoming me in, but just as quickly as it started she slammed her thighs shut.
‘No.’ I pulled my hand away. ‘I can’t do this.’ Rebecca got up off the couch and disappeared out of the room.
Shit!
I let out a long and weary sigh. ‘I really am a scumbag.’
* * *
I lifted the bottle to my lips and downed a mouthful of the wine. This was my favourite bottle, but tonight it tasted bad. I forced more wine down my throat and let my head drop back onto the grassy shore of the lake. My head was feeling so light that I almost felt like I could fly off towards the twinkling mass of stars sprinkled against the canvas of deep space above me. The relaxing sound of water sloshing against the bank of the lake did absolutely nothing to calm my depressing thoughts.
‘I am such a fucking idiot,’ I felt like crying.
Not only have I ruined any kind of relationsh
ip I could have had with Miranda, but now I had made a completely mess with Rebecca. How would I ever be able to look her in the eyes again?
Suddenly a figure appeared above me.
My heart came to an abrupt stop within my chest.
It was Rebecca, but I had never seen her like this in my life.
She was standing directly above me with a foot placed on either side of my head. I swallowed down the lump in my throat, as I followed her long smooth legs all the way up. She was wearing nothing, but a pair of very thin pink panties and a matching pink bra. Her large plump breasts were practically spilling out of her top. Rebecca looked down upon me with those light green emerald coloured eyes and smiled. ‘I need to talk to you.’ She said. I tried to sit up, but found her foot upon my chest pinning me down to the ground. ‘Stay.’ It was not a request.
I did what I was told.
Rebecca stepped over me and slowly lowered herself down until she was straddling my stomach. My eyes fell upon her delicious breasts. I could see her nipples through the fabric of her bra. Never had I seen Rebecca act so calm and controlled. Usually she was so shy and quiet.
I liked this new Rebecca.
She had a body to die for. It wasn’t slim or slender like some kind of super model. It was curvy and soft, but in all the right places. It gave her a perfect hour glass figure and breasts that would give the pope a hard on. I tried my best to ignore the pressure between my legs, but it wasn’t working. It was impossible not to get turned on when the woman you have always had a crush on is straddling your stomach in nothing more than her bra and panties.
Rebecca took the bottle of wine from my hand and downed several mouthfuls. Even that was getting me hard. ‘I have always fancied you,’ she smiled that beautiful smile. ‘Even since we were in university I have had a thing for you.’ I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. ‘I think it might be something to do with your cheeky smile and boyish charm.’ Rebecca swigged on the wine bottle. ‘Or it could be to do with the fact that you are so confident that you can fuck any woman that you want too.’ She threw the bottle away and looked me dead in the eyes. ‘I need your help, Frank.’
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