by Cleo Danbury
I tried to maintain eye contact as I answered him, but I couldn't pull it of. "Yes," I said quietly as my eyes dropped. My heart thundered in my chest and my panties were soaking wet.
"Why?" he asked. "Do you want to do it for you, or for me?"
I looked at him for a moment, trying to figure out how to answer a question like that. Do I tell him that I scoured Tony's facebook page exploring every detail of every picture of him? Do I tell him that I've been counting the minutes until Tony would be thrusting his dick into my mouth? Do I tell him that I fingered myself three times this week, once in the car driving to work, thinking about what would happen tomorrow?
"Both," I said. "I want to make you happy."
He nodded. "And I want you to understand that what will make me happy is for you to go out tomorrow and thoroughly enjoy yourself." He broke into a smile and squeezed my hand, "and then come home and tell me all about it while I pound the shit out of you."
Chapter Five
It's one thing to get ready for a date. It's another for your husband to help you pick out what you're going to wear.
Saturday morning finally came and I didn't sleep at all the night before. We settled on a light sundress, both for the hot July weather and for ease of access. After dinner, we had set down for a serious discussion on our expectations for Saturday. Tony could turn out to be a complete tool, in which case I wasn't going anywhere near his dick.
Our discussion to this point had been about what I would do, but we realized quickly that we needed to discuss what Tony would be allowed to do. Of course, making out would be expected. If my hands ended up in his pants, surely he would at least try to get into mine. We were both okay with that. Oral sex was on the table, but we considered it unlikely. We both drew the line at penetration. If things went well, it might be a future option, but not for the first time.
So a sundress with spaghetti straps, a strapless push up bra and my red lace underwear. A few dabs of Black Opium perfume and a full ninety minutes spent on makeup and hair. We set a meeting at ten o'clock and I was ready to go by nine thirty.
Mike kept his distance while I did my hair, probably more for my benefit than his. I walked into the kitchen and presented myself.
He slowly looked me up and down, his face flush. "Jesus, you look good enough to fuck."
I giggled, I couldn't help it, and spun around; the dress and my hair flaring out. He got up from the table and walked over, putting his arms around me.
"Go enjoy yourself. Keep it fun and don't worry about disappointing me. That fact that you're here now means more to me than you can imagine. If you don't mind, check in with me when you're heading home, okay?"
I nodded, suddenly finding it difficult to talk. I wasn't nervous, just overwhelmed a bit. He started to kiss me, but I turned my head. "Uh, uh," I said, "can't smudge the lipstick. I'll need that later."
He threw his head back and laughed, nodding his head in agreement. Then he pulled back and stuck his hand under my skirt, clutching me. I gasped at his touch, my pussy already swollen and throbbing. He grabbed my hair with his left hand and pulled my head back.
My legs parted slightly in response as he slid two fingers around the edge of my underwear and plunged them deep inside me. I moaned, loud and long. He worked me hard for thirty seconds, my hips thrusting as his fingers slid in and out as deep as they could go. I could feel an orgasm building quickly. I wrapped my hands around his neck for support, feeling my knees going weak.
And then he stopped. A sudden halt and he withdrew his hand. He casually stuck his two sticky fingers in his mouth and licked them. "I just wanted to get you in the mood."
I dug my fingers into the soft skin on the back of his neck. "You bastard," I said between gasping breaths. "Well played."
Chapter Six
I barely remember the drive.
I arrived at Starbucks at 10th and Locust in a complete daze. Every inch of my body seemed electric. My hands and feet tingled with every touch; the door handle, my sandaled feet on the asphalt. I wanted to puke.
Tony was early; sitting at a two seat table next to the windows. I caught his eye as soon as I stepped out of my car and he followed me all the way to the door. I gave a small wave, trying to be casual but feeling foolish. I made the decision not to rush right over to greet him. He already had a cup of coffee in his hands, so I went to the register and ordered a caramel mocha latte and a blueberry muffin. I didn't expect to be able to eat much of it, but I didn't want to appear nervous.
Tony stayed at his seat, content to wait for me. I kept my eyes on the staff until the cashier handed me my order. I walked over, smiling at him and finally speaking just as I reached the table.
"Tony, how are you? It's been forever!"
He stood as I set my cup down and walked around the table to give me a full embrace. "I'm good," he said, holding me tight for just a second. "You look awesome! I'm glad you made it."
"Well, you know, always fun to get a chance to catch up." I slid into my seat and took a sip. "So tell me about Tulsa."
He shrugged, "It's good. I work in the oil fields. Decent pay, a good tan and it keeps me in shape."
He was right about that. His brown shaggy hair slightly bleached by the sun and his skin a deep brown. The muscles in his arms flexed with every movement. I'm pretty sure he asked a question, but I didn't hear it.
The silence brought me back. He looked at me, obviously waiting for an answer.
"I'm sorry, what? I got distracted thinking about something."
He smiled, "I said, what about you? What are you doing these days?"
I took another drink to wet my dry mouth, "I finished school at Iowa State and now I work as a dental assistant. It's decent enough, but not exactly exciting.
He gave me an evil grin, "So what do you do for excitement?"
"Umm, I uh, well I'm not exactly sure. I like to seek out new and exciting opportunities when I get the chance. That comes in many forms." It felt like it took two minutes to get this chopped up, wooden sentence out of my mouth. I hadn't flirted with a man since the early days of knowing Mike. I reminded myself that it was okay and tried again.
"I guess it doesn't always have to be new things. Sometimes it's worth taking a look at old things. Maybe they are more exciting the second time around." I forced myself to maintain eye contact as I spoke. Then I pulled a bite from my muffin to give myself a reason to stop talking, but also a reason to put my fingers in my mouth. I turned up the corners of my mouth as I pulled my finger tips from between my lips.
He paused a moment, "I get that. You always wonder if you could do things better the second time around."
I nodded, "You get a little older, more experienced.."
The statement lingered there between us for a moment and I knew. This was going to happen and I was pleased with the idea. Suddenly I relaxed. With the decision made, I could stop guessing and just have a conversation.
"So, how did you end up in the oil fields?" I asked, finally able to swallow a bite of muffin.
We talked for half an hour, mostly about him, but I wanted it that way. I would shrug off most of his personal questions with "ah, there's not much to tell. Tell me more about…." As our conversation wound down, the question came that I had been anticipating since I arrived.
"So," he said, "are you with anybody? Your profile said you were married, but…"
Mike and I had discussed how to handle this. I didn't wear my ring, but I didn't want to lie. We agreed that distraction would be the best answer. I reached over and touched the top of his hand. "Let's just say, I'm happy, but discretion would be greatly appreciated."
He looked at me for a minute, weighing my statement. To help him along, I ran my fingernails in soft circles on the back of his hand and just to seal the deal, I tucked my bottom lip between my teeth and bit softly. It's an action that men can't seem to ignore and he didn't.
Tony placed his hand on top of mine. "You ready to get out of here? I'm sure we can fi
nd less crowed places to talk."
Chapter Seven
A quieter place to talk turned out to be the Western Gateway Park which sat right next door. I joined him in his new Dodge Challenger which had a much roomier looking backseat that I anticipated.
We rounded the corner, maintaining idle chit chat, but when we finally came to a stop in an empty area of the park, the mood changed. My body screamed to get on with it already, yelling at me that it had been patient long enough. I saw him draw a long breath and knew he was getting the same ass chewing from his body.
I didn't see any reason to waste time. I reached over and touched his cheek, caressing him, feeling the two day stubble across my sensitive finger tips. He turned his head to me, leaning across the center console and cupping his left hand behind my head. He brought his lips to mine, slow for only a heartbeat.
As soon as we touched, the passion flared and I opened my mouth to him. His tongue entered me, seeking out my own and they intertwined as our lips met. I ran my tongue over his, stroking it before sucking it and holding it as deep in my mouth as it would go. He retreated and I followed him, my tongue now searching out his mouth, our lips pushed together so hard it almost hurt.
My breath was hot and gasping and I could feel the temperature rise in the car. My hands traveled, exploring the rounded muscles of his shoulder and biceps. He was tense and all I could think about was relieving that tension. I wanted him in my mouth, but also wanted this first step to last forever.
He released the back of my head and his left hand slid across my chest. No subtlety on his part; he wanted my tits and I gave them to him. I shrugged my right shoulder, letting the strap on my dress fall away. He immediately cupped the bottom of my bra and pushed it up, nearly to my shoulder bone, to release my right breast which felt swollen to twice its normal size. He cupped me and squeezed, making me gasp. I arched my back, giving him as much access as I could offer in this position.
My own hands wanted get to his pants, but it just wasn't possible in this position so I ran my right hand up his shirt and stroked his chest. His pecs were hard and smooth and I sought out his left nipple. I clinched my nails around it, pulling, which brought a gasp from him. He continued squeezing my tit as his tongued pushed deep into my mouth.
All I wanted to do was open myself up to him. Rules or no rules, I wanted to be thoroughly fucked. I wanted my ass pushed against the backseat with my feet against the window and I wanted him on top of me banging my head against the door. This picture brought me back to my senses and made me realize I had to be in control of this situation or I would let him take it too far.
"Backseat," I managed to whisper. "Backseat, now." He pulled away from me and reached to his left to pull a lever which dropped his seat down. From this angle, we could crawl over into the backseat. I appreciated this as I wasn't in a big hurry to step out of the car in my current state of dress.
We crawled over and he reached back up, flipping the lever again and returning the seat to its normal position. With the heavily tinted windows, we were only visible from the lake. We were practically invisible.
He tried to turn my back downward, but I resisted. I got to my knees and straddled him, slowly turning him as we kissed so that he lay longways across the back seat. I lowered the top of my dress and unclasped my bra. My nipples were taught and aching to be touched, so I grabbed his hands and pulled them to my breasts. I ground my pussy into his pelvis, feeling the bulge of his cock beneath the layers of clothes. He was so hard it hurt, but I loved feeling how turned on he was so I pushed harder.
I wanted his mouth on me, so I lowered myself, my breasts dangling above his face. He rose to them, taking my left nipple in his mouth and inhaling it. I moaned softly as he flicked his tongue across my nipple. I shifted my weight to my right arm and used my left hand to draw his mouth even closer. He bit me softly, the sharp pressure causing me to gasp, and flicked the tip of my nipple while he held it between his teeth.
I felt like I had water running down my thighs. I was so wet that it crossed my mind to pull his cock loose and shove it in my pussy. He would feel so good, that rock hard cock hitting inside me at just the right angle. He would be so hyped up that he would be done in less than a minute, but it would be enough. I could get there in that short a time. I could already feel my pussy clinching around him, holding him deep inside me as he came, the cum slowly seeping back down and pooling in my lacy red panties.
But I didn't do that. Somehow, I managed to keep myself under control, slowly stopping my hips and pulling his lips away from my breast. I scooted downward towards his feet, giving myself access to his waist. I gently opened the button of his pants, slowly lowering the zipper. The sound seemed infinitely loud in the quiet space of the car. Not bothering to pull his jeans down, I reached in through the fly of this boxers and wrapped my hand around his cock.
The smooth, taut skin of his cock felt strained. I wasn't sure if I could extract it without lowering the pants, but I managed. He gasped softly as I wrapped both hands around the shaft, stroking it softly. It was bigger than I remembered. He must have filled out some after graduation. I looked down, studying it.
He had a different shape than Mike. Mike curved slightly to the left and Tony was completely straight. The head was slightly wider, but narrower on the shaft. He might have been just a bit longer than Mike. I tried to decide if he would want to know that.
I lowered my knees to the floorboard which was not comfortable, but it brought me to eye level with his him. I stroked him slowly, bringing my face next to him, feeling the smoothness of the underside of his cock against my cheek. As my hands ran up and down on him, I turned my head, letting my lips lightly brush the bottom. As I raised my head, I drug my lips across the underside of him, the heavy vein pulsing against my cheek.
I could feel him tense up as my lips reached the top of him. I slowly slid the edge of my lips across the top, flicking my tongue as it passed over the tip and finally settled my mouth flush against the top of his cock. The thought flashed through my head; this was it.
This was the moment I crossed the line. My next movement would be to officially engage in sexual activity with someone other than my husband. He was home right now, doing God knows what to pass the time, anxiously awaiting my return and my report on how things went. If I understood him correctly, the next moment of my life would be the most exciting moment of his. I prayed silently that I understood what Mike wanted..and then I plunged.
I shoved his cock to the back of my throat, letting the tip slide past the back of my tongue before pulling back just as quickly. I wanted this over quickly, not to end the experience, but because I wanted to be that good. I grabbed his balls, squeezing them and stretching them, feeling the tension of his orgasm already starting to build.
I moaned lightly as I plunged again, this time building a pace that I knew I could only handle for a minute at best. I tried to be mindful of everything that mattered in a hardcore blow job. Maintain suction by keeping the lips tight, open wide enough to avoid scraping with the teeth, and relax your throat. Oh, and breath through your nose on the upstroke.
I held the base of his cock with my right hand, my left still cupping his balls, and stroked it up and down, following my lips. Tony now had his left hand clutching my hair, pushing against my head each time I went down. His urgency grew and I knew I would get him off before my mouth gave out on me.
I increased the moan, louder and deeper, until I felt his balls tense one final time. As soon as I felt the pulse, I lowered my mouth all the way down, placing the tip of his cock deep into my throat. I felt the cum, not as fluid, but as pressure shooting against the back of my throat and flowing down easily. I clinched my throat around him and he shuddered and pulsed again. They say you can judge the strength of a man's orgasm by the number of pulses as he cums. Tony pulsed eight times and then continued to twitch for another ten seconds. It had to be a gigantic load. I almost wish I could have seen it.
I finally ha
d to come up for air and sat panting with my mouth hovering over his cock. My hair was a tangled mess, falling around me, hiding my face. Just for kicks, I dropped down again and inhaled his deflating cock. I could hold it more easily now that it wasn't so rigid and used my tongue to play with it inside my mouth. Tony continue to shudder as I tormented his now overly sensitive cock. Finally, it overwhelmed him and he pulled my head up.
Chapter Eight
"What the hell did you do to me?" he gasped, his head back and his eyes closed. "I've never felt anything like that."
"Well, I'm glad you liked it," I replied, smiling. "Like I said, you learn some things.."
Tony slowly returned to normal, but I was about ready to explode. I had to fight the urge to shove my fingers into my pussy as I sat, crammed into the back floorboard. I knew I had an option; I could give Tony the opportunity to return the favor, or I could present myself to my husband and let him help me. Now that I had accomplished what I came for, I found myself longing for Mike. I put my bra on and pulled my dress strap back to my shoulder.
