by C. C. Morian
“It does,” Mason said, slipping his hand between her legs. “And I think it turns you on, too.”
Janet squeezed her legs together. “You want me to just go out and pick up some strange guy? Have sex with him?”
“I didn’t say anything about having sex. Is that what you were thinking about?”
Janet slapped him again, this time a little harder. “Don’t put words in my mouth.” And yet the entire idea was a rush, flirting a little with a handsome stranger, like the good old days, well, not always good, but certainly free from constraints.
She reminded herself that she had accepted the constraints of marriage, in fact, she had chosen them. And for this very reason; she didn’t want to be with just any man, she wanted to be with just one man. Having a bit of a leash on some of her sexual desires was a small price to pay.
Mason considered. “Okay, if a stranger is too much, how about some other ex boyfriend? There’s that guy I notice who likes all your posts on Facebook.”
“Jack?”
“Yeah, him.”
“I haven’t seen him in years.”
Mason forced his hand between Janet’s clenched thighs. “You hadn’t seen Brad in years either.”
“Stop that,” said Janet. But she liked Mason’s hands on her, even more so because he was overcoming her resistance. Mason, normally very respectful of her wishes, must have heard something in her voice, because this time he didn’t stop, his hand pushing to her inner thighs.
“Afraid I’ll find out you are wet?” asked Mason.
“I wouldn’t do anything with Jack,” said Janet. Unlike Brad, she hadn’t thought about Jack in a long time. Not in that way. Being a Facebook friend was one thing, seeing him would be a whole other game.
“Even so. Just the thought of it would drive me wild, knowing you are with him. What you might be thinking. Or doing.”
“I could just save time, make up some story for you.”
“It’s not the same. I want to hear the real thing.”
Janet squeezed her legs together as tight as she could, just to see what Mason would do. To her utter thrill and amazement he wedged his strong hand deeper, forcing her thighs apart. With his other hand he grabbed her knee to keep her legs parted, and then cupped his fingers over her pussy, pressing hard. Janet almost fell off the chair, and it was only Mason’s strength that kept her in place.
“A little unbalanced, are we?” asked Mason.
“You’re pushing me off the chair,” Janet protested.
Mason suddenly stood up, his arm going around her back, shoving her down into the leather seat. Forcing her knees apart, he slid down to the floor, his mouth between her legs, his breath warm, blowing through the thin material of her sweats.
“What are you doing?” she asked, but she loved it, this was so unlike Mason, so unlike their marriage, just jumping into sex.
It was more like her past.
Janet didn’t want to go there, she didn’t want her marriage to be like her past. Yet she allowed herself a fleeting thought: what if I could have both?
Mason pulled down her sweats and panties with one yank, letting them pool at her ankles, constraining her even as he spread her legs wider. She lifted her hips, she wanted his mouth on her so very badly.
“What do you want?” Mason growled.
“I want you to lick me,” she whispered.
“Why? Are you aroused? Maybe from thinking about Brad? Or Jack? Or the man in your office?”
“It’s you,” said Janet. “I’m thinking about you.” And she was, right then.
Mason’s lips grazed her, somewhere, she couldn’t see, his head was in the way, it sent a shock through her system. Yet he hadn’t touched her clit. What was he doing?
He did it again, and her body jerked. His tongue. He was using his tongue to prick her, on her pussy lips, between her thighs, low, just near her ass. She squirmed, wanting to get away, wanting more.
“If you’re thinking about me, then will you do what I want?”
“What do you want?” she breathed.
“I already told you.”
Janet gritted her teeth. “And here I was thinking you wanted a blowjob or something.”
Mason’s tongue flicked out. “That too. But the other thing.”
“What is this, blackmail? You’re going to tease me with your tongue until I promise to go out with another man?”
“Works for me,” said Mason.
Janet could virtually feel him grinning. “Are you saying you won’t lick me if I say no?”
Mason shook his head back and forth, maybe disagreeing, or just using the movement to drag his tongue across her clit. Janet gasped, knowing she was swelling, her clit engorging, seeking his mouth.
“I will still lick you, just not right now,” said Mason. “I’ll just pull up your sweats and leave you alone.”
Janet didn’t know whether to believe him, whether this was just part of his new game, their new game. “I can’t just call up Jack and invite him out for drinks or dancing. He knows I’m married.” Exasperated, wanting Mason’s tongue on her clit. Or exasperated over Mason’s crazy request.
“Dancing? Is he a good dancer?”
“He was. I—I don’t know about now,” she gasped, Mason’s tongue unleashing a darting blow on her clit.
“That would be exciting for me to think about. You and Jack dancing, getting hot and sweaty. Just like you are now.”
Jack had been a good dancer. In fact that was how she had met him, at a club, dancing away, a little drunk, her ready for him even before he made a move, her tongue in his mouth on the dance floor. He’d fingered her in the car on the way to his apartment, her hand on his cock as he drove, neither one of them could wait.
A new wave of heat flooded her pussy.
This was their game, she reminded herself. Hers and Mason’s. She’d play along. “Okay.”
“Okay what?”
“I’ll go out with Jack.”
“Promise?”
“I said I would.” She was having a hard time talking. Mason had never teased her like this, now with the added excitement of being held down, her clothing binding her ankles.
“Did Jack ever lick you?” asked Mason.
Of all the things for him to ask, thought Janet. Jack, not the best lover she ever had, did do one thing really well. And that was it.
Well, two things, but right now she was thinking about the licking.
“Do it!” Janet begged.
And he did, Mason driving his tongue past her folds, deep into her, dragging across her swollen clit. Janet bucked on the seat, spreading her legs for him, pretending that Mason was forcing them open, thinking Mason, Mason, Mason. . .
The tongue raked across her clit, hard and fast. Janet closed her eyes, letting her mind go, wondering if this was what it felt like to be bound and taken, helpless, succumbing.
He took her clit in his mouth, capturing it, pinning it in place just as her body was pinned in place. She had no escape, no way to evade his attack, her clit helplessly vulnerable to his stiff tongue.
Mason, Mason, Jack, Jack. . .
Suddenly she was back in time, with another man, another man between her legs. Another man who wanted to lick her pussy, who wanted to make her come.
Jack. . .
Janet’s hips shot forward, her convulsion so strong that his head jerked back, but he recovered, doubling down, pushing into her, not letting her escape. Something let go, more than an orgasm, a spurt, she tried to pull back, but the mouth pressed into her, demanding, swallowing.
The mouth stayed on her long after her orgasm subsided, licking her, gently now.
It was Mason’s mouth on her, but Janet kept her eyes closed through it all, not willing, or able, to let go of her sinful thoughts of Jack.
I lay on the bed, watching Janet get ready for work. I’d never been so excited watching a woman put clothes on.
I rarely saw Janet dress up, I’d usually be still sleeping. But this morning I had
awoken before her, my mind whirling.
Today was Janet’s date with Jack.
I had glanced over at Janet while she was still sleeping, beautiful even in repose. Her breathing was fast, maybe she was about to wake up. Or maybe she was having a dream. Maybe she was thinking about her date too.
She had sleepily arisen when her alarm went off, staggering off to the bathroom, not even turning to me, probably figuring I was still asleep. I didn’t care, I just wanted to watch.
I heard the toilet flush, and then the sound of the shower. It seemed to take forever until the water turned off. Through the partially opened door I watched as she dried her legs and then wrapped a towel around her chest. She leaned over the vanity and began applying her makeup.
I knew Janet didn’t wear much makeup. Was she putting on more today than usual? Was she primping for Jack?
When Janet came out of the bathroom I closed my eyes to slits, pretending I was still asleep. She disappeared into the walk in closet.
I wondered if she was thinking about what to wear. Would she pick something different on the day she was going to meet up with an ex boyfriend?
Janet emerged with two hangers, hooking them over the door. Still without looking at me she pulled on some panties and then her bra. I was thrilled to see that they matched, a much lacier outfit than she normally wore.
My cock grew hard under the sheets. Just from her choice of a bra and panties.
Janet carefully slipped into her skirt, then her blouse. I watched her fingers as she buttoned up. She looked at herself in the mirror, and I had to bite off a groan as Janet undid one of the buttons, contemplating herself in the mirror. She seemed to consider something, buttoning and undoing the button that changed the look of the blouse from professional to slightly risqué.
I fought the urge to grab my dick.
Janet stepped back into the closet. I took the opportunity to slip my hand around my hard cock.
She emerged with two pairs of heels, trying on one, and then the other, critically looking at herself in the mirror. I wanted to leap out of bed and jump her, just bend her over the bed and fuck her in the clothes she was putting on for another man.
I held myself in check. Just watching brought its own pleasure, and I didn’t want to spoil the show.
Janet seemed satisfied with her clothes, heading back into the bathroom to brush her hair. I stroked my cock in sync with her brushstrokes, up, down, up down. . .
My erection lifted the sheet like a tent, at one glance Janet would know I was awake. I reluctantly let go of my cock and sat up in the bed.
Janet finished with her hair, gave herself one last look in the mirror, touching up her makeup. She picked the towel up off the vanity and the door closed on me, she was probably hanging the towel on the hook. Yet it took quite a while before Janet came out of the bathroom.
“You’re awake,” she said.
I pretended to yawn. “Kind of.” My heart was pounding.
Janet folded her jacket over her arm and bent over to give me a kiss. Her perfume wafted over me. Did she normally wear perfume to work? Maybe, yes, but the scent was different this morning. She’d chosen something new. Maybe that’s why it took so long in the bathroom, she’d had to find the new scent, perhaps one she’d been saving for a special day.
“Have fun on your date,” I said.
“It’s just lunch,” Janet reminded me.
I grabbed her arm and pulled her down, I so wanted to kiss her. But Janet turned her head, forcing my lips onto her cheek.
“You’ll ruin my lipstick,” she said.
“Why should you care, if it’s just lunch?” I asked, the pain of being denied the kiss overwhelmed by the reason why.
“Just because it’s just lunch doesn’t mean I don’t want to look good,” she said, straightening up.
I couldn’t help myself. “Be home late?”
Janet smiled, and I suddenly realized she was playing it up, she knew what effect this was having on me, and she was enjoying it. “We’ll see,” she said, and blowing me a kiss, walked out the door.
She’d no sooner left that I grabbed my cock and started jerking myself off, the pressure was that immense. I wasn’t going to be able to concentrate until I relieved myself, if even then.
I came even before the garage door closed.
Janet hit surprisingly little traffic on the way home and pulled into their street earlier than usual. The day had turned out better than she had expected.
On impulse she turned around in a driveway before reaching her house and retraced her route back out of the development. Certainly Mason was wondering how her date with Jack had gone. She’d purposely left Mason only a vague text, telling him that her lunch was “wonderful.”
What had Mason been doing all day? If it had been her, she’d be a nervous wreck, thinking of Mason with another woman. Well, not if he just was having lunch with an old girlfriend, that wouldn’t bother her a bit. Unless, of course, if Mason had confessed to Janet that he fantasized about the ex, and if Janet had admitted the thought turned her on.
Today after lunch, so turned on, Janet had tried three times to sneak off to the bathroom to masturbate, but each time other women had been in there, and she’d been afraid of being discovered, overheard. The rest of the day she was caught up in meetings, where she found it impossible to concentrate.
It hadn’t been just an ordinary lunch, after all.
She’d finally calmed down, a little, yet when she got on the highway she had to fight the urge to rub her pussy right in the car as she drove. The only thing keeping her from it was the thought of having sex with Mason.
Yet now, so close to home, so close to seeing his excitement, to feeling his cock in her, she forced herself to drive around the block. This part certainly was harmless, making Mason wait just a little longer, making him wonder. Wonder if she’d hook up with Jack after work.
When Janet could stand it no longer herself she spun the car in a u-turn and sped down their street, not even bothering to put the car in the garage, rushing for the door.
She realized she must look like an idiot to the neighbors, or maybe they thought she had to pee, the thought made her laugh out loud, in relief. She slowed down, went back to put the car in the garage, gather her things, and as calmly as she could she entered the house.
Mason was waiting for her in the kitchen, leaning against the counter. Outwardly he looked calm but Janet could tell he was anxious. He glanced at the clock. “A little late.”
“Later than you expected or later than you wanted?” Janet put her purse and briefcase on the counter, taking off her jacket but not her heels, knowing she looked good. She had proof of that.
Mason’s eyes roamed over her. He reached up to her blouse, fingering one of the buttons. “You had this one buttoned when you left for work today.”
Janet glanced down. “Did I? It must have come undone sometime during the day.”
“Some time.”
Janet tried hard to keep a straight face. “Maybe just before lunch?”
“Really now. You unbuttoned it before your date with Jack?”
Janet watched Mason’s fingers playing with the button. “Did I say I unbuttoned it?”
Mason groaned, and Janet couldn’t help but smile. This was fun.
“He unbuttoned it?”
Janet looked up into Mason’s eyes, pretending surprise. “Did I say that?”
“You’re driving me crazy!”
Janet reached down between Mason’s legs, and as she expected, he was stiff with excitement. “I can see. You know what I’ve been doing today, what have you been up to?” She squeezed his cock and then let go, making to move past him.
Mason grabbed her shoulders. “Wait! I don’t know what you’ve been doing at all!”
“Why, working, having lunch with an old friend, you know.”
“No I don’t. I need details.”
“Well, I had a salad—do you know that quiet little bistro over on
Second makes a great Cobb salad?”
“Not those kind of details!” Mason’s voice was quivering. “Wait, you went to a quiet little bistro?”
Janet nodded. “It’s very romantic. Little booths, tucked in the corners, very private.”
Mason groaned and bent to kiss her. Janet turned her face, just as she had that morning. “Don’t. I haven’t brushed my teeth.”
“Arrgg!”
Mason grabbed her head and pushed his mouth against hers, Janet making him wait, her mouth tightly closed, leaving only one choice for Mason, for him to drive his tongue through her lips, feeling triumphant when he did. She leaned into him, wanting to feel his cock against her body. She quickly broke the kiss. “I told you, I didn’t brush my teeth, you wouldn’t want to be surprised by the taste, would you?” Without waiting for an answer her mouth was back on his, her tongue thrusting out, daring him to suck it.
“You didn’t,” he gasped.
She grazed her lips across his cheek. “What do you think?”
“I don’t know.”
“Maybe we should leave it at that.”
Mason groaned again. “I want to know.”
“I’ll tell you, but only if you tell me what you’ve been doing all day.”
Mason guided her hand to his crotch. “What do you think?”
“I would have expected from your reaction the other night that you would have been touching yourself, you know, imagining what I was doing with another man. But you’re so hard, you must have waited.”
“I didn’t. I couldn’t.”
Janet let her eyes go wide. “You touched yourself?”
Mason nodded.
“Did you make yourself come?”
“Twice.”
“Twice? And you’re still this hard?”
“I can’t help it, I had all these thoughts. . .”
Janet used her fingers to deftly slip his cock through the slit in his boxers until it made a tent in his pants, allowing her to wrap her entire hand around it. She milked him through the fabric.
“What kind of thoughts?”
“All kinds.”
“Did they include the two of us in a quiet booth, me slipping off my shoe, putting my foot in his crotch? Did it include me joining him on his side of the booth so he could put his hand on me?”
