Putting It In

by Pamela Poundtown

  Her sultry, lust-driven voice took him over the edge and he ripped off all his clothes. His heavy breathing made his muscular chest heave and his flat belly tremble. He freed his ten inch cock to throb wildly before him, rock hard and alive with veins bulging.

  “Come on, Melanie.” Diana said huskily. “Let’s play a duet on that beautiful instrument.”

  Jordan groaned and threw his head back as two hot and moist pairs of lips fell on his pulsing cockhead from each side. Their wet, slippery tongues slithered all over, playing tag with each other. His whole body shivered as electrical impulses of intense pleasure raced all through him. He grasped at each of their heads, entangling their silken tresses in his hard fingers as they slobbered over his surging tool.

  “Oh, god.” He growled. “I’ve never felt this… this good before.”

  The two women worked his cockhead into a frenzy, sucking on each side and sliding up and down the entire shaft. Diana sucked on his balls as Melanie took the entire cockhead into her mouth, slurping wildly. She hadn’t done that for so long and it felt really good. Diana returned to his cockhead and muscled her way in. Melanie laughed and let the taller woman take all of him down to the root. Jordan looked down in awe at what he had only seen in his fantasies. Diana Pierce giving him head, for real, was too good to be true. Melanie slid over to her and began kissing and sucking on her pert breasts. That took the blonde over the edge as she intensified her sucking on his cock, her teeth scraping over his sensitive skin.

  Jordan couldn’t hold on any longer. He felt the rising surge building up inside him. He bucked his hips harder, grabbing Diana’s head and fucking her mouth. She gagged, struggling against his grip. The gurgling sounds she made excited him further and then watching his own wife eating the pussy of the woman blowing him set him off. He almost yelled as his orgasm exploded inside Diana’s throat. She was like a woman possessed, hell bent to drain him of every drop. He could actually feel the suction of her throat and lips as he came. She swallowed hard, taking all of him in deep. He reached down and stroked his wife’s spread pussy, savoring the wetness against his fingers he hadn’t felt in a while.

  “Oh, fucking hell.” Diana groaned, finally relinquishing his cock. “Was that a month’s supply of pent up stress. By god, Melanie… you really left him wanting.”

  “Well, I’m making up for it now, aren’t I, baby?” She smiled at her panting husband. “And now that Diana’s taken the edge off… I want you to fuck her, baby. Fuck the bitch while I make her eat my hot pussy.”

  Jordan looked at his wife in bemusement. If he had heard her speak that way even an hour ago his ears would be on fire, but now he wasn’t surprised at all. He was suddenly impressed by her sudden brazenness, maybe this was what their sex life lacked, a sense of adventure and he saw no reason to complain. The woman he was in love with and the woman he lusted for were together awaiting his pleasure. What else could any man ever want in his life?

  “What’re you waiting for, big boy?” Diana looked at him sultrily. “You’ve got the green light… stick that fat meat-pole into me, lover… and let watching your wife have the orgasm of her life.”

  “Stick in her, Davey.” Melanie moaned deliriously. “Make her feel how good it is to have that big cock inside her.”

  Jordan took a deep breath and looked down at his rising cock. These two sure knew how to get a man’s blood to rise, even after having drained him completely. He felt his second wind coming around as his cock filled out to its entire length and then some. His hands grasped at Diana’s flaring hips and he pulled himself closer to her. She moaned and wriggled her hips, inviting him to take her. The young man looked at his wife, she nodded at him encouragingly and he entered the blonde with one swift thrust. Her cry of pleasure and pain was muffled by Melanie grabbing her head and pushing her face down over her pussy. Diana squirmed her curvy ass against his pelvis as Melanie ground her face between her sexy legs.

  “Fuck her, baby… fuck her hard.” Melanie whimpered as Diana’s tongue fucked her pussy.

  “Yeah, baby…” Jordan grunted. “She so tight and hot… fuck, yeah.”

  “Yeah, fuck me, baby.’ Diana looked back at him. “Fuck the bitch who made your lovely wife cheat… on… uuhh… you.”

  Jordan roared like a bull in heat, slamming his hips against her yielding buttocks with more and more intensity. Each thrust drove the blonde’s face further into Melanie’s pussy, making her moan louder than Diana. He leaned over her, humping away, and grabbed her big breasts, squeezing the soft, resilient flesh. Pleasure, intense pleasure, filled his senses. If this was a dream, may he never wake up, he prayed.

  “Oh, yeah… I’m cumming… so hard.” Melanie yelled, grabbing at Diana’s head.

  “Mhgffhm... umm... meee toooo.” Diana whimpered with a face full of Melanie’s hot gushing pussy.

  Jordan closed his eyes and savored the sensation of Diana’s hot orgasmic release over his throbbing erection. Her juices flowed out, all over his cock and trickled down his muscular thighs. He knew he would cum again soon, but a sexy thought lit up in his head.

  “Mel… Mel…” He cried out. “Get under Diana… I want to fuck the two of you together, one by one.”

  “Oh, yeah… hell yeah, baby.” Melanie moaned as Jordan pushed Diana to clamber over his wife.

  The two women faced each other, kissing and licking at one another‘s sweaty faces. Jordan pulled himself out of Diana’s squelching pussy and plunged his rock hard cock into his wife’s equally soppy opening. Her loud gasp told him that she was back in form. He grinned, enjoying the familiar tightness of her pussy surrounding him and began to fuck her. His hands mashed and kneaded Diana’s soft, plump buttocks as the two women moaned and writhed with lust. He could see them grinding each other’s sensitive clitorises together again. This was day he would never forget.

  His orgasm was hard, harder than he could ever remember. He felt his muscles clench and cramp as explosive sparks of pleasure rippled over his nerve endings. He emptied his load into his wife, shaking violently and seeing double. He dropped down over Diana, squashing Melanie under them and hearing her gasps and giggles as if they were from far away. His thigh muscles felt more hammered than they ever did, even after the heaviest session of squats he had done in his college days. He fell off to the side and let either woman slither up to him and caress his chest.

  “This was the best sex ever in my life.” Melanie purred, her eyes brimming with love.

  “Me too, baby.” Jordan smiled back weakly. “I love you more than ever.”

  “And to think it was all because of me.” Diana smirked. “Mr. Jordan… your life is about to change forever... for the higher things.”

  “I couldn’t agree more, Diana.” He grinned as the women kissed him on either cheek. “Call me Dave.”

  ***

  “Dave… Dave Jordan.” The messenger called out. “I’m here to escort you to your new office.”

  “New office?” Macgregor looked bewildered. “Where?”

  “Twenty-third floor.”

  “Twent… that’s where Montello’s office is… and only the bigwigs sit there.”

  “There was an opening and I guess I filled it.” Jordan laughed and picked up his things. “Well, I better not keep the boss waiting…”

  “But… but, hey wait… can we talk…later?” Macgregor stood dumbstruck watching his best friend waking away.

  “I’ll see you at lunch…” Jordan waved and stepped into the express elevator. “And maybe put in a good word for you upstairs later on, till then be good, Mackie… and thanks for all your help, couldn’t have done it without you.”

  “Done what?”

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  TEMPTATION TALES

  Story 40

  “Yeah buddy, I’ll be back with you in two minutes for the rest of those boxes.”

  Jack Thompson bent down at the knees as he carefully placed a cardboard box, marked “fragile” on th
e concrete floor of his new neighbor’s garage. He turned around and began walking down the sideway that divided both houses. He smiled and nodded at Declan Smith who was walking back towards the garage. His biceps bulged from the white v neck tee shirt that he was wearing, each arm dominated by a throbbing vein running straight through the flesh of his muscle.

  Jack rounded the corner and pushed in the shining red door of his suburban bungalow. It was situated in the corner of Ashton Street, a quiet and idyllic street where everyone knew everyone. The street contained a row of eleven houses. There were five on either side before being headed by the biggest of the lot at the end of the street. That was Declan Smith’s new home.

  “Hey honey, why don’t you come on out here and meet our new neighbor?”

  “What? I thought they weren’t supposed to move in until next week?”

  “Nah, he’s there right now. A Mr. Smith. Real nice guy. He’s just back from duty with the army. No wife or kids. Seems kinda shy if you ask me.”

  “Okay, you just wait right there. I’ve just gotta tidy myself up a touch and you can introduce me right away. It’s nice to get off on the right foot with new people. Especially new neighbors.”

  ***

  Mrs. Alicia Thompson shut the pristine cream door of her bathroom behind her, bolting the golden lock shut. She walked gracefully to the large mirror that was stationed behind the sink and began shifting her fringe from one side to another, before she eventually settled from leaving the long, golden brown locks flowing straight down, almost covering her equally dark eyes.

  She reached down, grabbing the pretentiously complicated black dress and shimmied it up so that it rode up on her hips, revealing more of her long golden brown legs. She prayed that the man that had just moved in would be everything she envisioned him to be.

  For almost a year now, Jack had been taking her for granted. Stuck in a modestly paid, dead end job, he was working long hours for little rewards. To the other residents of Ashton Street they appeared to be the model couple. Recently married, two nice cars, immaculate house and always wrapped in each other’s love. But that was just when they were on show. Behind the scenes, Jack spared little time for his stunning wife. Alicia remembered back to her wedding day and how Jack had given her everything she had ever dreamed of up until then. Since that ring slid onto her slender finger, things had never been the same.

  She wore a brave face as night after night, Jack came home claiming that he was “too exhausted” to be intimate after yet another twelve hour shift. Sometimes Alicia wouldn’t hear the door open until two in the morning. She would just lay there in bed, turned on her side facing away from the door and away from Jack’s side of the bed. Without so much as a word or a coming together of the couple’s bare skin, Jack would turn the other way and drift off to sleep.

  Night after night tears streamed down Alicia’s cheeks, falling like boulders onto their King sized mattress. In public Jack would always hold her hand, hold her close and kiss her on the cheek. She always returned the favor but inside she was dying. She longed for a man that would take her in his strong arms and ravage her unmercifully, filling her up until neither of them had anything left to give.

  She wiped away yet more tears from her delicate face as she applied a generous layer of make-up to her dark, flawless skin and curled her eye lashes. She batted her eye lids repeatedly and plumped her lips together until she was finally content with her appearance.

  “Okay honey, I’m ready now!”

  ***

  Alicia placed her mug on the marble, island counter top in the middle of Declan’s empty kitchen. For about the tenth time she had to remind herself to close her mouth as she sat on a high, leather coated stool staring at her new acquaintance. He looked more amazing than anything she could have imagined.

  The first thing that she noticed about him was his incredible physique. He stood beside Jack, towering over him by about eight inches. She had never realized how pathetic her own husband looked until she started comparing him with this beast.

  After over an hour of heavy lifting, Declan’s arms screamed from his flawless white tee shirt, projected out like a boulder from leaning from the edge of a cliff as he raised his mug to his lips. His chest barreled out through the tee shirt which strained to contain him, pressing tight against his skin as it tapered in around his toned stomach, before stopping just below his belt.

  A mop of dusty blond hair was flippantly ruffled in no particular order on his head. His light blue eyes moved slowly from his conversation with Jack, before coming to rest on the hot and bothered newlywed. He cracked a cheeky smile.

  “Earth to Alicia, come in.”

  Alicia shook her head sharply as she realized she was more than visibly drooling over the new hunk of a man, who she would now get the chance to see on a daily basis. She thanked her lucky stars as Declan walked from the counter upon which he was leaning, across to the center of the floor before resting a giant, imposing forearm on the dark marble of the island, causing his bicep to swell in front of Alicia, just as a peacock would attract its potential mate.

  “Sorry, I eh, just drifted away there. What was it you asked?”

  “Well I was just asking Jack how he manages to keep his hands off you. I mean, do you always look this beautiful or is there some special occasion today that I don’t know about.”

  Alicia shot a condescending look at Jack before rolling her eyes back to her new dream man.

  “Oh you’d be surprised. Jack always seems to find a way.”

  “Well is that so.”

  Declan half turned back to face Jack before nodding approvingly.

  “Well I must say neighbor. You’re a better man than me. Yep. That’s for sure. I know if I was lucky enough to have her, I wouldn’t get a minutes work done all day. I’d just be thinking about her and…”

  Declan had walked around the island as he was talking and placed a firm hand on Alicia’s shoulder, making her shudder.

  “Listen to me rambling. All I’ll say is you’re a better man than me Jackey boy. There’s no doubting that.”

  Alicia rolled her head so that her soft cheek brushed against Declan’s wrist in an obvious attempt to evoke some sort of passionate reaction out of her husband.

  “Oh don’t be so harsh on yourself, Declan. I think it’s quite clear who the better man is.”

  Anyway, we best be getting out of here. Dinner to be made. Hey, why don’t you call around to us? I’m sure preparing food is the last thing you need right now with all of this chaos. I’m making steak and we have loads, way too much for the two of us. Jack here is a light eater as I’m sure you can probably tell!”

  Alicia and Declan shared a laugh at the expense of the feeble man as Declan eventually began to nod.

  “You’re too good Alicia darling. I’ll have to pay you back somehow.”

  “Don’t worry about it. Is half six okay with you?”

  “Half six it is. See you then.”

  ***

  “What the hell did you mean with that comment?”

  Jack stood to one side of the sink, razor in hand as he scraped away the last of the foam from under his chin. He cupped his hands and splashed some water across his face before patting himself down with a fresh, green towel. Alicia stood by his right side, leaning across him in an attempt to gain a better view of herself in the mirror. She coated her plump lips with one final coat of lipstick before beating them together, yet to offer any kind of a response to her husband’s niggling question.

  “What comment is this now?”

  “You know right well what I’m talking about. That comment! What was it again? ‘It’s quite clear who the better man is’?”

  “I didn’t say that did I? Oh don’t be worrying your little head about it dear. You always get so caught up over nothing.”

  Without as much as a word in response, Jack stormed from the bathroom. Alicia smiled to herself in the mirror, continuing to ready herself. She had her husband right where
she wanted him now. Finally he might show her some fire when he realized that he was no longer guaranteed her full attention. There’s nothing like a bit of jealousy to bring out some fight in a man. After growing up in a house as the lone girl with five brothers she knew the lengths that the boys would go to just to better each other and to prove themselves. Her plan was developing exactly as she thought it would.

  After several minutes Alicia winked at herself and cracked a devious smile as she walked down the immaculately maintained hallway and into the sparkling cream kitchen. Jack had meticulously laid out the table but upon entering, Alicia stopped and stood staring at it with her arms crossed and her brow furrowed.