The Last To Know - What I Did Before We Dated

by Bridy McAvoy

  “I guess you like?”

  “Flaming hot, Sam, flaming hot.”

  She resumed her narrative.

  * * * *

  I’m not sure what Brad thought I was going to do—his tongue was almost hanging out in anticipation. I’d surprised him, I think, by taking control. He didn’t know if I was going to do a striptease, or give him a lap dance or climb on his lap and just fuck him. Actually, I wasn’t doing any of those things. I’d already learned that Mr. Bryant lasted longer the second time round if I sucked him off quick, so I was pretty sure that would be the case for a younger guy too.

  Before he could say anything, I dropped to my knees in front of him, placed my palms on the inside of his knees and pushed them apart. He didn’t resist. I could see the moment realization dawned as I moved between his legs, my hands already reaching for the button at the top of his fly.

  * * * *

  She did the same in front of me, but when she tried to separate my knees, I resisted and she pouted, but sat back on her heels. She looked incredible in the orange dress with the red flames running up it. The Merry Widow gave her an hour-glass figure under the dress, pushing her breasts out toward me. The skirt had ridden up as she sat back, revealing an expanse of naked thigh above the stockings. A perfect picture of eroticism.

  * * * *

  As I pulled the zip down he lifted himself up on the seat and pulled the jeans and his boxers down. A moment later I was looking at the second erect prick of my life. I’d only seen Mr. Bryant’s up to this point. To be honest, I was disappointed, although I didn’t let that show on my face. Because he was younger by about thirty years I assumed it was going to be both longer and thicker. After all, didn’t men’s bodies change with age the same way as women’s? Remember, I was naïve back then. So to find out Mr. Bryant’s appeared to be at least an inch and a half longer, and quite a bit thicker, was a major disappointment. Even so, I didn’t want to ruin the evening by pointing out what was obvious to me—although wouldn’t be to him.

  I leaned forward and wrapped my hand around the base of his shaft. “Is this for me?”

  The standard porn film line had us both giggling and it took a few more seconds before I leaned all the way forward and opened my mouth. I’d learned this trick with Mr. Bryant—it often seemed like I, literally, inhaled his cock in a single motion. I’d take his length into my mouth in one go, taking the shaft across my tongue and his end into the top of my throat. No messing around, no inching it in a little at a time—he called it inhaling a cock.

  This is what I did to Brad.

  “Fuck!” His ass rose from the couch as I did that to him. Since he was smaller in both directions it was easy. In fact, I could only just get the head into my throat, it was that short. Obviously he’d never had a girl do that to him. He must have thought he’d lucked out with a world champion cock-sucker. “You are good, baby, that’s wonderful. It feels fantastic.”

  I held him there for a couple of seconds, sealing my lips around his cock, and after he’d had a chance to get used to the sensation, I started to bob up and down. Unfortunately, because he hadn’t taken his jeans down all the way, I could feel the teeth of the zip of his fly catching on my chin as I pressed down to force him into my throat.

  Breaking the blow job, I smiled up at him. “Lose the jeans so I can do this properly. Okay?”

  He was out of his jeans and boxers like a shot, then sat back down as I leaned forward again. This time my chin only pressed against naked, hairy flesh as I inhaled him all the way. I know you like that move, honey. Believe me, Brad did too. I’d hoped for enough time to get my own juices flowing, maybe a little finger action, but I was out of luck. I doubt he lasted another minute before he started to call out. “I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum.”

  I guess he was trying to warn me, expecting me to pull my mouth off and either catch it in a tissue, or clean up afterward. There again, he thought I was some kind of champion at the art, because I did what a champion would—kept my lips sealed around it, withdrawing until only the head was inside my mouth then flicking the tip with my tongue as I sucked hard. Bingo, a blast of thick goo hit my throat and I swallowed convulsively.

  I swallowed everything then did the porn star thing as I took my mouth off him and looked up, my mouth open to show it was empty.

  “That was unbelievable. You are amazing.”

  I was used to being pampered after a blow job and, within minutes, being eaten myself, but Brad just sat there trying to regain his breath as his cock deflated between his legs. He smiled at me, a goofy ‘I’ve got my rocks off’ kind of smile, and seemed disinclined to move.

  I sat back, then rose to my feet and walked across to the bedroom door, pushing it open. In those days the couch faced the bedroom. I switched things around when I realized I wanted to use the chair to control what happened. Brad watched me move, but seemed disinclined to follow. I switched the bedroom light on without using the dimmer. With the bright light behind me I knew the dress would go translucent and show off my legs.

  * * * *

  She did precisely that, showing herself to me the same way she’d done for Brad that night. With the light behind her and her feet about a shoulder’s width apart, the area between her legs was backlit to perfection. I could even see the lines of her garters running up. My cock twitched, it was already hard, and I think she knew it.

  * * * *

  After letting him look his fill, I turned my back and reaching down, grabbed the hem of the dress. I lifted it over my waist, exposing my ass in the thong-backed panties, then lifted it up and over my head, displaying my naked back. He already knew I wasn’t wearing a bra so it wasn’t a surprise to him. I put my hands above my head and spun round to face him, displaying my naked front to him too. All I was wearing was the tiny triangle of red lace that covered my mound and my high heels.

  I expected him to charge across the room, sweep me into his arms and throw me onto the bed, then ravish me. Brad did none of it. He sat there stunned. His cock did start to come back to attention, but that was all. I was rapidly finding out that he talked and acted a good game in public, he was a Bull in the bar, but a baby in the bedroom. I was crushed.

  * * * *

  She stood there, the dress around her feet. “Of course, honey, you haven’t got the full effect because I’m wearing this corset, but if you want you can follow me and take it off me.”

  I’d been right, she knew I was hard, but I smiled and shook my head. “No, you’re sleeping in that outfit. Why take it off to put it back on.”

  She pouted at me again but smiled and beckoned me. “Come in here, let me tell you the rest of the story in here. Let’s get comfortable.”

  I grabbed the two half-drunk beers and walked toward her. She walked backward into the bedroom then turned and walked past the bed. As soon as I reached the doorway I realized something—the light was on full intensity, but the drapes were open. Anybody on the lake at this time of night, or across the other side with some decent magnification could see her—had probably seen her when she got changed into the Merry Widow too. I guessed Brad had been faced with the same shock, but she’d been virtually naked at that point.

  * * * *

  When I backed out of his view I heard him stand and start to follow. I made sure I was facing the door when he appeared in the doorway. He gave a startled shriek when he realized the drapes were open and his hands dropped to cover his crotch.

  “Don’t be shy, baby. It’s your turn.”

  It took every ounce of strength I had to turn and face the window, putting my back to him while my hands went to my waist. I knew he could see my reflection in the window as I teased him by pulling my panties down as slowly as I could. I was teasing myself.

  Once I stepped out of the panties I reached for the drapes, standing there like I’d been crucified for several seconds, then jerked the drapes closed. I turned to face Brad and he could see my pussy for the first time. He smiled and lifted his hands from
where they’d been shielding his cock, and stripped the T-shirt off over his head.

  His cock was hard—he’d enjoyed my show. I was wet—I’d enjoyed it too. My time in charge of what happened was at an end too. I’d felt empowered but he closed the distance between us, lifted me in his arms and turned to the bed. His mouth sought and found mine, and then he dropped me into the middle of the bed and crawled up on top of me. His hands were busy, all over my breasts and between my legs. His mouth was busy too, his tongue wrestling with mine before he dropped his head to my chest and sucked a nipple into his hot wet mouth. His other hand tweaked my other nipple while two fingers thrust into me. He didn’t play with my clit and when I tried to push on the top of his head to encourage him to go lower and eat me, he resisted. A moment later, deciding I’d had enough foreplay, he rolled all the way on top of me, and thrust into me quite roughly. Mr. Bryant could be rough but he always made sure I’d cum beforehand—made sure I was wet enough.

  As it was I was wet enough, but as much from my own daring to expose myself like that than from his clumsy attempts to arouse me. The rest of the fuck was the same. He thrust, my hips rose to meet him, but it was mechanical. It wasn’t sexy, it was just…sex. He did last longer, but not that long. Ten minutes later he’d finished, rolled off and sat up. I guess we both knew that was it for the night, and I guess he knew he’d somehow disappointed me.

  He was right, I was feeling really down. I think he asked me a couple of questions, but only got monosyllabic answers, so after a few minutes he grabbed his T-shirt, and wandered back through to the other room to retrieve the rest of his clothes. He knew he wasn’t invited to spend the rest of the night, wouldn’t be waking up next to me with a morning wood and ready to go. I guess he must have thought I was some kind of nymphomaniac with inhumanly high standards. He mumbled ‘bye’, and showed himself out.

  The door closed, and I never saw him to speak to again. I did see him a couple of times at the bar and at the mall, but we’d just smile and nod, neither of us wanting to talk.

  I looked at the clock, it was only half-past ten. If I found some different panties, and put my dress on again, I could make it back to the bar before it closed. Given Brad was walking back there, because that’s where his car was, I could probably even beat him there. I wouldn’t though—that would have been too humiliating for him. I’m too nice, sometimes.

  Rather than that, I headed for the shower, grabbed a beer and decided to watch some TV in bed. I slept in the condo for the first time that night, but I slept alone.

  The following morning I cleared out the uneaten food and took it back to the house when I closed up the condo again. I didn’t think I’d use it again for a while, but in fact I did the following weekend.

  * * * *

  She smiled at me. “Enough for tonight, honey, let’s go to bed.”

  I smiled back, surprised at how little the story of her and Brad—of being in the very room where it had happened—had affected me. Basically it hadn’t. The events of the day had unfolded at breakneck speed, and the anger of the night before had dissipated.

  Handing her a beer I drained mine, and then, by force of habit, carried the empty through to the trash and disposed of it, then checked the doors were locked before returning to the bedroom.

  Sam had finished her beer and was reclining on the bed in as suggestive a pose as she could manage—which was very sexy.

  “Not happening. I want a shower and some sleep.”

  “I wouldn’t mind a shower too.”

  “Nope, you can sleep in that outfit, smelly or not.”

  Chapter Eleven – Learning About the Lake

  We were blessed with great weather again the following morning. Although it was still only Thursday, it felt like a weekend. The really good bit was waking up without having to cancel an alarm. Despite my intention to keep some distance between the two of us in the bed, during the night we’d rolled together. The drapes let enough light in to show me I was the one who’d moved, not my sultry, sexy wife trying to make her point. As I looked over at the woman cuddled into the crook of my arm, I met her smiling eyes looking straight back at me.

  “Good morning, sleepyhead.”

  “Sorry, I didn’t mean to.” I tried to pull away but she turned into me and wrapped her arm around me to stop me.

  “I’m not objecting.”

  “I’ve noticed you’re not objecting.” I looked down at her, noticing something didn’t quite look right.

  She giggled and, realizing I wasn’t pulling away, rolled onto her back to allow me to look. At some point during the night, either by accident or design, the Merry Widow had slipped down and her breasts were out in the open. They were pushed up her frame in an obscene manner by the boned cups of the corset squashed up underneath them.

  “That looks somewhat uncomfortable.”

  “Somewhat! Very uncomfortable. I’ll have spike marks on the underside of my breasts where the bones have dug in, and tram lines where they’ve dug into my stomach and back. This thing might be fun to wear, but it’s not sleepwear—it’s torture.” She wound down, giving me a speculative look. “Nothing a loving husband couldn’t kiss better, though.”

  I chuckled. “You’re incorrigible.”

  “More like insatiable.”

  “Or both.”

  “Don’t try to persuade me to wear one of these to bed again unless you intend to strip it off me.”

  “I promise, but I seem to remember it was your idea.”

  “No, it was your idea to make me sleep in it. What time is it?”

  “Almost eight.”

  “Then we have to get up. I need to call Max about the boat, and I’d like to get him to deliver it back as their first job.”

  “Okay.”

  I moved my arm and watched as she rose to her feet and stretched. She didn’t try to adjust the corset, treating me to a fabulous view of her lithe body and her even more glorious bust. My cock was hard again. I could see she’d noticed the tent in the sheet we’d used to cover ourselves, and she allowed herself a satisfied smirk before padding through to the living room and picking up her cell.

  I’d given it back to her once the problem with the paper had been dealt with, but she hadn’t used it.

  “Max, it’s Sammie.”

  I couldn’t even hear the buzz of his voice, but I could hear her clearly. I guess she was trying to make sure I didn’t think she was keeping any secrets from me.

  “I’m good, how are you and Max Junior and Steve? …Yeah, can you bring me the boat back this morning? … No, you can’t. I have my husband with me… Best bet would be for Max Junior to drive round to pick you up. I can’t give you a lift back either… Has to be that way, Max. Best tell Max Junior to stay in the car too. No problems that way, is there? … About an hour? Excellent. See you then… Of course, the coffee will be on… Bye.”

  I leaned on the bedroom door jamb and watched as she put the phone away.

  “So what problem will be avoided if Max Junior stays in the car?”

  She turned to face me, her breasts still on full display. As she answered me, her hands went to the back of the Merry Widow and, from her movements, I guessed she was undoing the row of hooks.

  “Look, I went a little wild that year. Max is a Bull, in the Has Been category. I fucked him a couple of times. Max Junior is a chip off his father’s block. So yes, I fucked him—in fact, I fucked both of his sons. I’ll tell you about that another time. Max is laid back about it, kept it casual. Max Junior got a bit possessive, and there was a row about it when he found out I’d been done by his younger brother. Don’t worry, they were both of age.”

  She paused. “What you didn’t hear was Max asking if the coast was clear and he could get a crack at me again. He’ll take a ‘no’ without an issue, but Max Junior was a mistake, and he might cause a scene. I don’t want that kind of problem. They’re good with the boat, and they don’t charge a lot to maintain it for me.”

  “Except
for a crack at you instead of boathouse rent.”

  She winced, and I could see that had struck home. “Maybe in the first year, but not since. Okay?”

  “So, other than Frank, Max is going to be the first guy I meet who’s been in you?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Be nice to meet him first, before you tell me about it.”

  “Don’t be uptight.”

  I shook my head. “I’m not uptight. That might surprise you, but I’m not. You’re not exactly back on my Christmas card list yet, either.”

  “Put me back on that list, please.”

  The words may have been flighty, silly even, but the deep meaning behind them wasn’t. We both knew her candor was late, but I was sure she was being honest with me, and that was taking a lot out of her.

  “So what’s the plan for the day, Mister Hart?”

  I shrugged. “I’ve just found out we have a boat. I’m pretty sure you know what I want to do.”

  “Go fishing?”

  I rolled my eyes. She knew what I thought about that particular pastime—as did she.

  “We’ve got everything we need to rustle up a picnic, trail a few beers over the side and go on the water?”

  I watched as she mentally catalogued our provisions and then nodded. “I can do that, but I want a shower first.”