The Reluctant Scoundrel: The Tainted Series

by T. L. Tate

  "Ahem." The sound of her shrill, passive/aggressive voice killed the racy mood we were creating in the backseat.

  I climbed off of Jen as she looked at me sheepishly then turned to her sister. "What's the problem, Jessa?"

  Jessa was looking at us through her visor's mirror as her husband, Richard, piloted the car. "Oh, I'm sorry to interrupt, dear." She wasn't. "I was just concerned because you two aren't buckled up back there. Is everything okay?"

  Jen and I traded glances. "Everything is fine, Jessa. Lance and I are good. Thanks."

  "Whatever you say dear."

  Mood officially ruined, Jen busied herself by looking out at the starry night sky as the sedan raced down the highway back to Jessa and Richard's two-story colonial. I glanced once more at the love of my life, sitting so elegantly against the door and then I turned my attention to my own window. As I was turning my head, I caught the gleam of an emerald green eye from the front of the car. I didn't have to look to know that it was Jessa and that she was watching me.

  Since the time we arrived, a few days ago, I had been keenly aware of Jessa's attention. It was like she was sizing me up. Like she was a huntress and I was her cornered prey. She was searching for just the right spot to stick the knife in and wink out my existence forever.

  Jen and her sister weren't close. I mean...not even a little bit. That's why we were both shocked when she called Jen up a month ago and invited us down to stay with them for a week. From what Jen could gather from the ramblings of her own mother (in one of the two times that year that she spoke to her), Jessa and Richard were having marital problems. But her mother didn't want to get into details about it because (in her words) That would be akin to gossiping and We don't gossip. In case you're wondering, yes, that was the imperial "We".

  So we dropped our kids off at my parent's house and flew down to stay with her sister. Once we arrived and took one look at the two of them it was hard to imagine how they were still married at all. They didn't fight. At least, not in the slug it out fashion that some married couples did. They bickered. They bickered endlessly, incessantly, and about just about any and everything you can think of. The temperature in the car. The setting on the toaster. If having champagne instead of wine made someone bourgeoisie. You name it. They bickered about it. There was a lot of whispering, rolling of eyes and drinking. Richard never spoke to her unless it was in response to her question or the continuation of their bickering. She only seemed capable of expounding upon his inadequacies and did so in a very posh and neo-Marxist way. Just being around them was enough to make someone somewhat envious of Henry VIII.

  As they bickered about the best route back to their home, I felt a light touch on my hand. I looked at Jen and she winked at me and made a lewd gesture with her free hand and her mouth.

  Instantly my cock was tingling in excitement.

  As it turned out, Richard actually knew the way back to his own home, despite Jessa providing him with directions at every turn. By the time we made it into their home, Jessa and Richard couldn't stand another moment in each other's company. Richard grabbed a glass of 18-year-old scotch and set up a petulant shop in the den. Jessa poured herself a tall glass of merlot and cornered us in the kitchen while we were on our way to the guest bedroom.

  "Ugh! That man is so insufferable! Don't you think so, Lance?" She reached over the island and clumsily pulled on my forearm.

  I extricated myself as gently as I could and pulled Jen closer to me. "I don't think he's a bad guy."

  Jessa rolled her eyes as if I was missing the deeper meaning as to what she was saying. "That's just it though...he's not a bad person but he just wants to be the good guy so bad. You know?"

  I didn't know but I felt the quickest way to end this line of inquiry was just to tell her what she wants to hear. "I get what you're saying, Jessa."

  There was another round of clumsy patting, "Thank you, Lance. Thank you."

  Jen had been running her fingers up and down my thigh in direct line of sight of her sister. She didn't care. She was horny and she wanted to be done with this.

  Despite being each other's only sibling, Jen and Jessa didn't get along. I got the distinct impression that Jessa held a deep grudge against Jen as if she blamed her for something major and untoward. And I knew that Jen thought her sister was a selfish, bratty and spoiled woman and one whom Jen would quickly cross the street to avoid.

  "Listen, Jessa, Lance and I are going to call it a night. Thanks for taking us out for dinner."

  Without waiting for Jessa's response, Jen pulled at my arm. I looked sheepishly towards Jessa but followed after my wife. When I turned, Jessa was watching us...no me closely. I thought I saw her sneer but then her face was covered by the deep red hue of her wine as she tipped the glass back.

  The moment the door closed, all civil bets were off. Jen ripped at my shirt, I think she popped two, maybe three of the buttons. I didn't care. She wanted me so badly her teeth were chattering, and I wanted her even more. I reveled in the sharpness of her nails as she raked them across my chest, pulling at my chest hair as she did. Without untucking my shirt or unbuttoning my pants, she forced her hand into the waist of my pants. She instantly found what she was looking for. I didn't make it difficult for her. My cock was straining against my pants while my briefs fought valiantly to try and keep it restrained against my body. The feel of her warm hand around my rod was exhilarating. It was like I was drowning and only now was offered my first gasp of sweet life-saving air.

  "Mmmm! This is what I wanted. Does it feel good, baby? Do you like it when I squeeze your hard prick?"

  So it was going to be one of those nights, eh? She didn't engage in dirty talk that often but when she did I ate it up.

  She squeezed me again and I shuddered. "Yeah, I love it, baby."

  She ran her nails against my cock as she extracted her hand from my pants. Stepping back, I saw her press her body to the door. It closed with a quiet click. She moved closer to me and she pulled off her thin jacket. I watched it fall to the floor where it didn't make a sound. She stood before me in a sheer black shirt and jeans. I could make out her black bra as she stepped into a pool of light. Over the years, she had allowed her hair to grow. It fell passed her shoulders in a wave. She ran her hands up her thighs until they met at the button of her jeans. I heard the snick as her pants came undone and the deep whirring of her zipper as she exposed a small triangle of brown pubic hair. She wasn't wearing panties and for some reason the thought of that excited me more than it probably should have.

  "I'm sorry, Lance. I know I'm not easy to put up with. Thank you for loving me and putting up with my craziness." She pouted a little as she said this. All I could do was walk over to her.

  I pinned her against the door and it closed again with a click.

  Hmm. Jessa and Richard should really look into getting that door fixed if it's just going to open up on its own accord.

  I kissed her deeply. When I pulled back her brown eyes were filled with so much love that I felt like it would lift me to the sky.

  "You never have to thank me for loving you. I would do anything for you, Jen. That hasn't changed. I'll love you till my heart stops beating."

  She pulled at my chin and I bent back down and kissed her once more. She rubbed her face against my exposed chest.

  "Punish me, daddy. I've been bad. I need to be punished."

  I looked down at her and her eyes were mischievous. I smiled in return. If that was how she wanted to play then so be it.

  I pinned her against the door and the lifted her by her waist. She squealed but wrapped her ankles around me while I carried her towards the bed. I dropped her roughly to the bed and gave her a moment to right herself.

  In the interim, I pulled down my pants and held the base of my cock in my hand. She saw me standing at the end of the bed with my pants around my ankles and my cock in my hand and crawled over with her mouth wide open.

  I allowed her to put her lips around my throbbing membe
r and slid her mouth down the length of my cock. I grabbed a stock of her hair and pulled hard until her head was tilted back and pain and lust flashed in her eyes.

  "You want to be punished, bitch?"

  She licked her lips and pulled at her tits through her bra. "Yes. Please punish your dirty little slut."

  I slapped my cock against her face over and over again. Between slapping my cock on her face I would jam it into her mouth and get it good and wet and then continue abusing her face.

  She was on her knees before me, bent over at the waist. Her head was tilted back and to the side and her mouth was wide open with her tongue sticking out, ready to accept my dick whenever I deigned. She looked like a beautiful dark goddess and I couldn't get enough.

  I pulled her up onto her knees and kissed her deeply. She took the opportunity to pull the rest of my shirt from my body while I stepped out of my pants, which had fallen to my ankles.

  She fell back on her behind and hungrily drunk me in with her eyes. "Damn, you're fine as fuck. Come here and give momma that big cock, daddy."

  That was all I needed to hear. I pushed her over and she giggled. I pulled off her pants as she quickly disrobed the top of her body. Now it was my turn to appreciate her naked glory.

  Under my direct scrutiny, she sat up on her knees with her arms crossed in front of her, her hands splayed on the bed.

  "Stop staring you pervert."

  I laughed, "Not a chance. You're too beautiful not to stare at." It was true. Her breasts weren't large but they had this perky fullness that was hard not to salivate over. Each nipple was decorated by a silver ball piercing. I loved the feel of them as they danced on my tongue. Her left ribcage was decorated with a large colorful koi fish. It was surrounded by a deep sea green wave and was wrapped in lotus petals as it was in the process of jumping over an inexplicable wave that appeared in the pond where it lived. Her eyes seemed to glow in the moonlight. Her plush lips smiled shyly as she moved a strand of hair behind her ear. Her nose creased as she playfully stuck her tongue out at me.

  "Hey perv, you've got me naked. Are you just going to stare all night or are you going to give it to me?"

  Tapping my finger on my chin, I pretended to be deep in thought. "Hmm, I'm not quite sure yet."

  She rolled her eyes. "Let me help you decide." She turned onto her stomach and pushed herself up on all fours. Waving her juicy ass at me, she looked back at me over her shoulder, "Does this help?"

  I had to wipe the saliva from my mouth. "Oh yeah." I dove in.

  My face was buried between her cheeks as I ate her out.

  She tilted her head back and squeaked, "Oh god! Yes!"

  Her pussy tasted great. I splayed her lips with my tongue and drove it as deep in her snatch as it would go. But I wanted more. I felt horny and doing the normal stuff wouldn't be enough to staunch this fire that was burning in my loins.

  I extricated my tongue from her sweet pussy and moved just a bit further north.

  She froze and then her head turned so fast I was surprised she didn't get whiplash.

  "Lance. Honey. No, don't!"

  But I wasn't listening. I smacked her ass hard once and then went in. The moment my lips and tongue touched her tight pucker, she shuddered. "Oooohhhh!" Her arms gave away—right away and she lay with her face on the comforter and her ass in the air. I was licking her rim and loved the way she responded.

  Every few seconds she would shudder like she was holding her breathe. I felt her fingers scrap against my chin as she worked her clit.

  "I'm going to cum, baby. Please don't stop. Please keep licking my ass. Fuck!"

  Her fingers moved faster and faster and I could hear her wet pussy squelching as it did. She pressed her face into the comforter and let out a low and long moan.

  "Fuuuuucccccccckkkkkkkkkk!" When she tilted her head back up I pulled back as she smiled at me. "That felt so fucking good."

  I smiled back at her, "I'm glad you liked it."

  "Mmhmm." She turned on her back and reached her hands up towards me. "Come here, dirty boy."

  "Yes ma'am." She pulled my face to hers and didn't shy away considering my lips were just wrapped around her rim.

  "Fuck me, baby. I need that fat dick in me."

  With practiced motions, she adjusted herself below me and I lined myself up to her. I slowly invaded her wet pussy. Short spasms occasionally coursed through her body while I buried myself inside of her.

  She was breathing quietly in my ear the way I loved. I could hear her whispering, her words only for me to hear. "Yes, baby. That's the spot. I love you. I love it when you fuck me. You're the greatest. Fuck...so good. So damn good. I don't want you to ever stop. Keep fucking me forever."

  She whispered the words that punctuate the reason why every guy loves having sex. We feel powerful. We feel like the most powerful person in the world as well as the greatest lover that's ever existed.

  As we continued to root around, she continued caressing me with her words. I knew they were sincere and that was the greatest turn on of all. She wasn't faking it and I loved that I could make her feel that good.

  We had rolled around and switched positions. Now she was riding me while my back was pressed against the headboard. She gave up all pretenses of whispering as she bent her head back and moaned. Her breasts rubbed up and down my chest, her pierced nipples drawing lines through my chest hair.

  "Fuck, I'm almost there. Cum with me baby. Cum with me!" She leaned forward and wrapped her arms around my shoulders as she rocked back and forth hard enough for the headboard to crash loudly against the wall.

  If Jessa and Richard weren't still awake, the sound would've definitely waked them.

  She moaned louder and commanded, "Fuck me, L. Fuck me, daddy. Give me all your cum, baby. I want another baby. Please put another baby inside of me, L. Give it to me, daddy. Give me your daddy dick and put a baby in me!"

  The thought of impregnating my wife caused my dick to swell with desire. We've talked about having another baby and now that I knew she was on board I would do just as she asked.

  With a loud grunt, I exploded inside of her. Semen rained down inside of her, coating her walls with my baby making spunk.

  Instead of screaming out loud as her orgasm struck, I felt her teeth as she bit down, solidly, on my shoulder. Her pussy squeezed down on me as it tried to pull even more baby juice from my balls.

  We were both sweating and spent. She fell forward and I held her to me. She was out of breath but so was I. We sat there breathing heavily as I stared out into the darkened room.

  There was a long amber light that streaked across the floor. I didn't notice it while we were having sex, but now that we were done it was too obvious to ignore. It stood out against the darkness of the room like a road flare in the middle of an unlit street.

  I followed the light up to its source and sure enough, it was the door. It had opened a crack and the hallway light shined through. Just as I was considering mentioning this to Jen, my eyes fell upon a shimmering green jewel that floated several feet in the air.

  I froze.

  The jewel blinked out of existence and blinked back into existence in less than a heartbeat. I saw her, and noticed that she saw me see her but that she didn't care.

  Jessa watched us through the crack in the door. How long she had been there, I don't know. But I did know that it was her that opened the door. It obviously didn't open on its own.

  Before I could gather my voice to tell her to piss off, the door shut without making a sound.

  Jen picked that moment to push herself up and smiled. She kissed my cheek. "Want to go shower off?"

  I was still creeped out by Jessa's peeping but decided it was probably better not to mention it to Jen. If I had she would likely blow the place up. So I smiled tightly and we headed into the shower together.

  That night I slept with one eye open, fearful that Jessa would make a tragic reemergence.

  The next day, Jessa came up with the brilli
ant idea of having a girls and guys day. Apparently, she had scheduled a tee time for Richard and I while Jen and her went to a day spa. Jen hated the idea...and if I'm being honest, so did I. I didn't want to spend the entire fucking day with Richard. I had absolutely nothing in common with him. But the prospect of spending time with Richard and Jessa was not an appealing thought. So we grudgingly agreed.

  I'm never going to be invited to join the PGA...that much was obvious. But Richard was worlds worse. At some point, between the jumbo packages of lost balls and several broken clubs, Richard had gotten shitfaced. Alcohol definitely didn't help his game. At one point between his 9th swing on a Par 4, Richard declared that he should be the designated golf cart driver. We were on the 17th hole so I didn't see the harm in it.

  That was a dumbass decision.

  The moment I sat in the passenger seat he gunned it right into the woods, flipping the golf cart over a dead and partially rotted log that was resting peacefully on the ground. Other than being covered in nettles and muck, there was no real damage done. I drove the rest of that hole and for the 18th and then drove us back to his house.

  Jen saw us the moment we walked in and practically fell off of her chair.

  We both stood at the door covered in mud and foliage while Jen doubled over in laughter. I promised to pay her back at the first chance I got. Although, to be honest I couldn't be too mad at her. She looked too damn tasty. The time at the spa had done its work. Her hair was pulled back in a pretty little bun and her skin glowed. She looked like she had just walked out of a sweltering bath—all soft and beckoning.

  In response to her sister's laughter, Jessa came around the corner to see what all the hoopla was about. Her eyes fell on Richard and I and her nose scrunched distastefully.

  "Oh my. What happened?" She wasn't looking at Richard when she asked. She was watching me.

  Nevertheless, he was the one to respond, throwing his hands up in a tantrum. "What the fuck does it look like? We played fucking golf!"