by Jason Lenov
I coasted down off the orgasm with her staring up at me, still rubbing tenderly at her clit as I milked the last drops of cum from my organ. I collapsed on the couch next to her to catch my breath.
We sat in silence like that for a while, staring at the wall and thinking our own thoughts. After it started feeling a little awkward, both of us with our clothes off, holding ourselves, Laura pushed her skirt down over her pussy, not bothering to clean up the mess I'd made. She looked over at me with a smile. "Better?" she asked.
I almost groaned. Of course it was better but it was also infinitely worse. I felt even more dialed into this thing now than I had when it started. It felt like I'd just sealed in all the angst and longing I'd felt over the last two days with that climax. I managed a weak smile back as I pushed my cock back into my pants. I don't know where the question came from. "You think he doesn't know?" I asked quietly.
"Hm?" Laura replied, her tone indicating that her mind was somewhere else.
"You think he doesn't know that we're...that you're..." I couldn't finish. What if I said it the wrong way and it upset her? What if she kicked me out?
"Oh, that!" Laura said with a chuckle. "You know Sammy," she said, looking up at the ceiling, "the older you get the more you come to understand that life isn't always...the way you thought it was."
I had no idea what that explanation was supposed to mean. "You mean...do you mean he..."
"I mean that Mr. Masters cares about two things when he gets home. A cold drink and a warm pussy. Sometimes a mouth. And you know what?" She turned to face me on the couch. "You're probably not going to believe this because it's probably not feminist enough for you or something but I'm okay with that. I'm okay with giving him what he needs."
Her words burrowed into me like someone driving a stake into my gut. Okay with that? She was okay with him coming home and demanding a drink and a fuck? What kind of marriage was that?
Laura laughed. "My kids are exactly the same way as you. They roll their eyes and think we have a bad marriage because we sleep with other people. It's just...it's not like that."
I scrambled up on the couch, staring at her with a furrowed brow. "Wait, he knows you do this? He knows you...sleep around?"
Laura laughed again. A hearty laugh, the kind where she threw her head back and slapped her knee. When she settled down, she put a hand on my cheek and rubbed it with her thumb. "You're sweet, Sammy. You're a sweet kid. A little naive. But sweet."
I had no idea what was going on but I wanted to know more. I wanted to know more about this strange arrangement they had. "Can you, I mean, can you tell me more about this?"
"About what?" she asked.
"About this...arrangement you guys have."
For a second it looked like she was going to say no. She got a kind of concerned, pitiful look on her face that looked like it meant she really didn't want to talk about it. But after a moment she took a deep breath and nodded. "You know what, sure. Sure I can. Maybe that's what young people need. A little reality check about how things really are." She adjusted herself on the couch. "How did you feel the last few days, Sammy?" she asked.
"Uh...what?" I wasn't sure I liked what she was getting at.
"Just that. What was going through your mind?"
"Uh...nothing. I was just...hanging out."
"I don't believe you," she replied, her voice flat and dry.
"You don't?"
"I don't. I don't believe you because of the way you raced over here as soon as he was gone. I've had flings before, Sammy. It takes a lot more than my husband leaving to get my boy toy over here, you know?"
"I'm not...I wasn't..."
"Sam, relax." She put a hand on my arm. "I know I said I don't want things to get complicated. I know they already are, right?"
Oh fuck. I guess she had it all figured out. "I mean..."
"It's okay," she reassured. "I should have known as much. You're young and you don't exactly come off as a player. It's okay if some feelings get in the way."
This was all starting to be a bit too much, all this honesty.
"The reason I'm saying this is because I want you to honestly tell me how you felt. When he was here, how did you feel?"
My pulse had quickened and I knew I was at some kind of "moment of truth" crossroads or something. I could either tell her the truth, which felt like it would lead to a deepening of our relationship, or I could lie. That felt like it would just shut everything down. It seemed like she had me all figured out. "I...yeah. Maybe some feelings got in the way," I said quietly.
"And?" she asked. "How did that make you feel when he was here?"
I took a deep breath. This was actually the moment of truth, I realized. "Kind of...jealous."
She raised one eyebrow. "And?" she asked.
"And...kind of...hot."
She seemed relieved when I said it. She smiled, like she was happy I'd chosen the truth over a lie. "Like when you watched him come inside my mouth, right?"
It felt like a thousand ice picks dug into my stomach at once.
Chapter 9
"W-what? What do you mean?" I stammered, my mind racing to try and find an out. Had she actually seen me watching her?!?
"Sammy," she said, tilting her head and shooting me a conspiratorial look. "I know about the window."
"Window? What window?" I lied.
"Oh don't pull that shit. The guest bedroom window. It's not the first time I've seen you."
Oh fuck.
She shook her head and smiled. "Boys are such perverts."
Talk about confusing and arousing, holy fuck. Had she known all this time? Had she seen me watching her other times? I couldn't believe she had known and not said anything!
"So you liked my little show?"
"L-little show?"
"Sam, come on!"
"Okay, okay! Alright! Yes, alright? I liked your...show. Happy?"
This made her lean back, cross her arms, bite her lips and smile. She seemed very pleased that I'd finally admitted it. "There. That wasn't so hard, was it?"
What had started to get hard again was my cock. Laura Masters talking about all this stuff, blowing her husband and revealing to me that she'd known about me watching her this whole time was just...fucked. And delightful. And made me want to fuck her again.
Her eyes drifted to my crotch and lingered on the bulge that had started to form there again. "See what I mean? I was right. Boys are such perverts and you're one. Why are you getting a hard on now, Sammy?" she asked.
The sound of my swallowing rang in my ears as I tried to come up with a reasonable explanation. I had none myself. "I...I'm just...I have...no fucking idea."
This made her burst out laughing and she rocked back and forth on the couch.
I chuckled a little because at least what I'd said had defused some of the awkward tension that had built up between us.
When she'd calmed down again, she shook her head and smiled. She reached down and gently pressed her palm against my bulging cock, making me harden even more. "I guess that means you didn't mind the little performance I gave?"
Oh sweet fuck I was already hard as a rock, breathing heavy and staring into her deep blue, smiling eyes. Why was this such a turn on? She was talking about having sex with someone else, for fuck's sake and I was getting off on it.
Suddenly, she got up, reached into my shorts and yanked my hard cock out. Before I could react, she swung one leg over me, straddling me on the couch. Her uncovered pussy, slick with her own juice and my seed pressed against the head of my cock and made me groan.
"Oh fuck Sammy that you got you hard fast, huh?" she whispered. She pushed one strap of her dress down, then the other, letting the fabric fall off her breasts.
My eyes bulged as her tits were revealed in their full, firm glory before my eyes. The nipples were already so stiff and hard that they were practically a magnet for my mouth, begging to be licked and sucked.
Laura Masters sat there, grazing the head of my
throbbing cock with her soaked pussy and staring at me staring at her ripe breasts. "Don't you want to touch 'em?" she said quietly.
I swallowed hard and reached up with both hands. As my palms cupped the warm, soft flesh of her pert breasts my cock bounced beneath her, tickling her sweaty pussy lips and making her grin.
"Bet you always wanted to know if they were real, huh?" she asked, reading my mind.
I squeezed her breasts, kneading them with my fingers as I tried to figure out if they were real or not. They certainly looked fake, with how perky they were compared to how old she was. At the same time, nothing felt fake about them.
"Well?" she asked, grinning. "What do you think?"
"I...I think I don't care. They feel fucking amazing," I said, barely able to breathe for how stiff and excited I was.
This made her throw her head back and laugh again. An uproarious laugh that rang out around the room. "They're real," she said, looking down and admiring the two mounds of flesh in my hands herself. "No one believes it but they are. I'm just blessed with firm breasts. Or, I guess Arnold is," she added with a smile.
The mention of his name made more blood surge to my cock as confusion twisted my insides and clouded my mind. Why the hell was I getting so turned on thinking about her with him?
"Wow," she whispered at feeling my throbbing head pressing into her slick lips. "You really like that, huh?"
I wanted to tell her I didn't. I wanted to tell her that I just wanted her to fuck me and not deal with any of this shit, thinking about her husband or any other men, but my body was betraying how I really felt far to easily for me to lie. As she leaned to whisper in my ear, I almost knew what she was going to say.
"Would you like to see him fuck me one day?" she asked.
Once again my cock surged to full hardness beneath her, splitting her sloppy lips apart, begging to be let inside.
She leaned back for a moment to look into my eyes and she seemed incredibly excited by the way I was reacting. "You saw how thick his cock is, right?" she asked. "You'd have to watch him shove that big cock into my pussy. Would you be alright with that?" This was a deliberate tease because she put on an innocent voice and bit her lip as she said it but it elicited the same reaction from me.
I slapped my palms down on her round ass and tried to force her sweaty snatch onto my cock.
It turned out she had incredibly strong thighs because I felt a wall of resistance pushing back up. "Shit Sammy, you're so excited," she said, her eyes running down my body. "That's so fucking hot."
My hips bucked under her as my instincts took over, my body trying whatever it would take to get inside her hot cunt.
She teased me for a while longer, putting her hands on mine on her ass and sliding her pussy against my cock. I felt trickles of her hot juice roll down the underside of my shaft and she seemed to really get off on being such a tease. I'd never seen her this heated up.
Finally, finally, she let go of my hands, reached around herself with one hand while putting the other on my shoulder.
I felt her grab my cock and start searching for her hole with the head. Once she'd found it, she slid down, just a little, just enough to make sure I was tucked in. Putting her other hand on my shoulder, she let go of the muscles in her thighs holding her up.
I felt my steel-hard shaft burrow up into her sloppy hole. It was so fucking hot and wet in there and the feeling of being inside her shot up from the root of my cock and raced up my spine.
She didn't start riding or grinding on me right away, either. No. She sat there, staring into my eyes with those baby blues and I felt her, so gently at first, start to clench at me with her super-heated pussy.
The first one was just a tiny squeeze. The next was a little harder. The third harder still. By the time I felt the fourth one, it was more of a ripple. A rippled that travelled from the very root of my cock where it met my balls to the tip, the muscles of her pussy working like a hand, trying to squeeze my juice out. "What the fuck?!?" I whispered, my eyes bugging out.
"Yeah?" she asked. "You like that too?"
Did I fucking like it? It felt like a hand and pussy and a mouth were all working on my cock at the same time. Another ripple of muscle squeezed up my cock, tensing at my head, working to suck my cum out.
That was it, I realized. It felt like her pussy was sucking on my cock. There was no better way to describe it.
The next time she did it she moaned, too and it made me realize that she was getting off on this as much as I was.
I was pinned to the couch so I could really only sit there and focus on the feeling inside my cock. With each ripple it felt like my cock swelled inside her and I could feel the cum start seeping out from my balls and filling my shaft. It was the sweetest, most painfully slow orgasm I'd ever been brought and she did everything perfectly.
The first time I thought I was going to blow I looked up at her as I started to lift her off me. "Careful," I managed between clenched teeth as I did my best to stem the rising tide of spunk.
She relaxed in just the right way. She didn't get up, didn't pull me out. That would definitely have pushed me over the edge and it seemed like she knew that. She just sat there and didn't move a muscle until I'd fallen away from the edge of orgasm and back into that painful pleasure pulsing in my nuts.
The next time she brought me that close, I swear I felt some seed spill into her but I could have been wrong. She somehow knew how close I was without me telling her this time. She breathed deep and closed her eyes and I could tell she was fighting a climax, too. We both just sat there perfectly still and perfectly in tune with each other's bodies as or orgasms rolled back into our bodies.
The final time, it felt like we were both shaking inside. She worked me up with her pussy again, squeezing up from my balls to the head of my cock. Her cunt was so wet that every time she squeezed it made a wet slurpy sound that only added to how hot it was.
She started breathing really heavy and I saw her nipples go totally rigid. A wave of hot juice spilled out of her and down into my ass crack and I knew she was close. The thought made my cock swell as semen surged through the shaft. "Fuck Mrs...Laura...I can't...I'm gonna come..." I groaned as I felt myself lose control.
For a split second she pressed her hands on my chest like she was going to pull off.
I held my breath. I was so close, I could feel the coming eruption out of my cock.
Then, a moment before I exploded, she looked into my eyes and I felt another ripple of her pussy muscles coaxing my cock. "Oh fuck it," she whispered and sank down, burying my head deep into her belly and squeezing me shaft one last time.
"Oh fuck!" I cried as the heat from her pussy surrounded me and the stillness of our bodies made my brain slam into the wall of orgasm that much harder.
She didn't bounce or grind or move at all. She sat there with her palms on my chest staring into my eyes and not moving as her pussy squeezed and milked the cum out of my nuts.
It was terrifying and arousing. I knew she was unprotected. I knew that my blasts of seed were splashing along her bare walls with nothing stopping them from taking root. That just made it all that much hotter, though. My cock flexed and bounced inside her, delivering its load deep into her belly as I stared into her blue eyes.
She shuddered on top of me and I felt her pussy clench tightly around my shaft and I knew she was coming. She never closed her eyes. Her gaze seemed to bore into my soul as we came together, our bodies still except the deepest parts of us flexing together.
When it was over she didn't move. We sat there like that for a good ten minutes before either of us even spoke. Laura sighed, leaned forward so her chest was pressed against mine and kissed me gently on the cheek. It was the most tender gesture and just made me more confused.
"Fuck," she whispered after a few more minutes.
"What?" I asked.
"Well...I probably shouldn't have done that. Let you come inside me like that."
I didn't know what to
say. I knew I was as guilty as she was for letting it happen. I hadn't done a thing to stop it because it had felt so good.
"Sammy?" she whispered.
"Yeah?"
"I've got to clean this out."
Chapter 10
We had dinner that night. She put a roast in the slow cooker and we sat around by the pool getting kind of drunk and just soaking up some sun. We opened a bottle of wine and chatted and had some laughs. It was a good time and by the time the evening rolled around I was ready to get it on again.
But Laura seemed tired. She'd had too much booze or too little but she didn't feel like playing. We wrapped it up and she walked me to the door.
I stood there akwardly, not knowing what to do before I walked out. Did I kiss her? Did I give her a hug? Did I just leave? None of those seemed like the right thing to do. I looked into her eyes and smiled as I tried to make up my mind.
"Hey Sammy?" she said finally, looking away.
"Yeah?" I asked, grateful to her for taking the reins.
"You know what I said before? About things getting complicated?"
My mood darkened a little. It had been a good day and I'd managed to stay away from thinking too much about the details of what was going on. Something told me that a conversation like this was going to make it difficult to sleep. "Yeah?" I asked.
"It's not going to, is it? I mean, you're okay?"
I felt myself get downright sour at what she'd said. I managed a weak smile and a shake of the head and a "No. Sure it's not."
She sighed and sounded like she was very relieved but when she closed the door I was just pissed.
I stormed over to the house, dug into my parents liquor cabinet and slammed a few shots. When the comforting burn of the booze started warming my insides, I sat down to think things out.
I tried to reason with myself. Of course there was no future in this. It didn't make sense to get attached. She was older. She was married. She was fucking married. I was the bad guy in this. Or maybe not, maybe they really did have an arrangement, her and Mr. Masters, but that still made me the outside guy. I had no right to feel anything. I was just there to get her off.
