by MIMI WILDE
“Dance with me, Eduardo,” I said.
He didn’t hesitate. He crushed me against his powerful, muscular body and we moved together to the music. My husband leaned forward, licking his lips. Excitement showed in his face. Eduardo ran his hand down my back and cupped my ass. He pulled me even tighter against him and I could feel his hard erection.
No man but Max had ever been inside me, but this time I was certain it was going to happen. I wasn’t sure Max wanted it to happen, for real, but this time it was out of his control. He wanted to watch me with another man. He was going to get his wish.
Eduardo kissed me. We stopped moving. We were only rubbing our bodies together. I felt my nipples grow rock-hard against his chest. He was so big, so powerful. I felt like a little girl in his arms. He pulled me tighter and his tongue thrust deep into my mouth.
Despite himself, Mac was getting turned on. He rubbed the front of his pants and I could see his growing bulge. Eduardo unzipped my dress and I shrugged it casually off. I stepped out of it as we began moving to the music again.
“Take off your clothes,” I told Eduardo. “I want to see you.”
I remained in my bra, panties and heels while Eduardo began to undress. He pulled off his jacket and undid his collar. He pulled off the string tie and the unbuttoned his shirt down the front. I ran my fingers under his shirt and felt his powerful chest. He pulled the shirt off and dropped it. He was fantastic, a man chiseled out of solid granite. I reached between his legs and traced the outline of his huge cock.
“He’s so fucking big,” I said. I looked at my husband. He was really turned on, rubbing himself hard. Eduardo turned my body to Max and pushed me down on my knees. I fumbled with his belt buckle, but finally got it undone. I peeled his pants down to his knees. His horse-cock was bunched tightly in his shorts and I quickly tugged them down. His fat cock head sprang out and hit me in the cheek. I felt a few drops of his cum.
“Is this what you wanted to see,” I said. “Is it?”
I pulled it into my mouth. I sucked him over my tongue and back into my throat. Lord, he was big. I started thinking about what it was going to feel like in my pussy. I knew my panties were soaking wet. I glanced at Max and saw he had taken his prick out of his pants and was stroking it. He looked very hard. He might not have liked doing this, but it sure made him hot.
I bobbed my head over Eduardo’s cock and heard him groan. I lifted my fingers to stroke his heavy cum-filled balls. My husband Edward groaned at the same time. In the corner Louise also made a sound. I noticed she had her dress up around her knees, and her hand was underneath the hem.
I pulled my head back and used my tongue on the soft underside of Eduardo’s cock.
“He tastes good,” I told my husband. “Do you like seeing me suck him?”
“Oh fuck,” Max groaned.
Eduardo pushed me back and quickly kicked off all his clothes. He had no fat on his body. His eyes gleamed like an animal. He took her breath away when he kissed her again. Still kissing her, he picked her up in his arms and carried her to the couch. He put her down on her back. Her head was nearly in her husband’s lap as Eduardo pulled her panties down her legs. She could hear Max breathing heavily. She was surprised when Max reached for her breast. His fingers brushed her nipple as Eduardo moved between her legs.
“He’s going to fuck me, Max,” I whispered.
Max was jerking on his prick. He couldn’t have stopped it even if he’d wanted to. My legs were spread. Eduardo moved forward and his massive prick split the lips of my pussy. He held it inside me just a moment before he began to move again. He thrust into me deeply and went still again.
“He’s inside me, Max,” I moaned. “Oh, he’s inside me deep.”
Max still stroked his cock as he watched. His face was flush with excitement. He still sucked his breath almost painfully. It sounded as if he might have a heart attack.
But then I forgot all about Max as Eduardo started thrusting in and out of me. Max’s cock was big enough to fill me, but Eduardo’s cock stretched. He felt as if he was tearing me apart. I didn’t mind. I had never wanted a cock so much. I lifted my legs and wrapped them around his broad back. He fucked into me harder.
His heavy chest almost flattened my breasts as his complete weight came down on me. He kissed me again, his tongue worming between my lips. I kissed him back and rubbed my wet tongue against his. I felt a quick spasm go through my body, and I knew I was close.
Eduardo was surprised as I pushed him away. I had something else in mind. I pulled him down onto the floor. His magnificent cock was sticking straight up. We were before the wide windows and anyone looking in would have a good view. I settled myself down on Eduardo’s cock. I had to take it easy. His cock went deep into me.
“Come here, Max, baby,” I said.
Max stood up. He let go of his stiff cock as I grabbed. I gobbled his cock as I started to bounce up and down on Eduardo’s cock. Eduardo reached up to grab my breasts. Oh, it was nice. I gave myself into the heat of my body. I sucked greedily on my husband’s cock and felt some of his cum trickling on my tongue.
“Oh fuck,” Max moaned. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
He stabbed deeper into my mouth. More of his cum leaked into my mouth. My mouth was beginning to feel gummy. Eduardo started lifting his hips with my rhythm. He felt so damned good. I shut my eyes as my body went with him. I felt the sweet heat grow inside me and then then it seemed to grow and explode all at once. My husband yelled at the same time and his cum spurted into my mouth, I swallowed a couple of times and then Eduardo lifted me off his wonderful cock.
“No, don’t stop,” I moaned.
My husband sat back, his back against the couch. He had a look I’d never seen before… defeat.
Eduardo rolled me over on my stomach and pulled my bottom up against him. For a moment I was afraid he was going to rip my anal cherry, but instead his prick slipped back into my pussy. He got really deep this time, deeper than I dreamed a cock could go. He fucked me savagely. At that moment he owned me as Max never had.
“Oh yes,” I whispered. “Oh fucking yes. Yes.”
I didn’t think I would come again, but I almost jumped out of my skin as another sweet ripple went through my body. Then another. I heard the sounds his big cock made slipping into me, and another contraction went through me. I was going to come again.
“Oh fuck,” I moaned. “Fuck me hard.”
It was one of the sweetest orgasms I ever experienced. It was better than anything Max ever gave me. It took me a long time before I was aware of the world around me again, and aware that Eduardo was still driving his prick into me.
He seemed to have been fucking me forever.
I heard him grunt like an animal and his prick jumped inside me. His cum shot into me like the eruption of a volcano. He kept coming and his cum spilled out of me and along my thighs. He kept moving until the last spurt filled me, but his cock didn’t go completely soft. Lord, he was a man.
He slowly pulled out of me. He reached for my hair and pulled me around to face his dripping cock, smeared with cum and my own juice. I could see Max watching. I didn’t think this was what he bargained for. But it was what he had asked for. I didn’t struggle as Eduardo pulled my face down to his cock. I took it in my mouth and licked and kissed his flesh until I had him completely clean.
And he was rock-hard again.
“Enough,” Max said. “I’ve had enough.”
Max got up and walked out of the room. Eduardo acted as if he didn’t hear. He rolled me over my back again and went between my legs. I felt sore, but I had no strength to push him away. He went back inside me again. He fucked me slowly and his heavy balls slapped me with every thrust.
I had no strength. My mind was hazy. I thought of how Max looked when he left. He was not happy with the way the evening turned out. I felt very happy. The booze and sex had put me in a different world, and I would worry about Max tomorrow.
Eduardo increased his pac
e. I once again felt his powerful cock growing inside me. I made myself move against him, felt his cock grow and his prick shooting into me again. It felt as if he still had a gallon. He slid in and out of me for a long time as his cum filled me.
Finally, he pulled out of me. His cock still felt a little stiff.
He stood up and gathered up his clothes. He never said a word to me as he left. In the corner Louise stood up, her dress falling into place. She was smiling. She made another of those drinks for me and brought it to me. She kneeled beside me and I took it from her.
“Will it be worth it?” Louise asked me.
“What?”
“Whatever it is you’re doing? Will it be worth it?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I said.
“Sure, you don’t,” Louise said.
CHAPTER SEVEN
I did not expect to hear from Dirk. I guess he was technically my stepson, but we were not close. I knew what he thought of me. He called me at the house two days later.
Max was leaving on Thursday for another business trip and he would be gone for a week. We hadn’t talked much since the night with Edwardo. I knew I had taken it a bit farther than I originally intended, but Eduardo’s cock was really good. And honestly, it was the first hard prick I had felt since Max had his problems.
I had gotten carried away.
“We need to talk,” Dirk said.
“I have nothing to say to you,” I said.
“You’ll want to hear what I have to say.”
I hung up on him. He called back a couple of times, but the timing wasn’t right. I had to wait until Max was gone. I drove Max to the airport and let him out in the drop-off zone. He wanted to say something to me. I saw him searching for the words. Instead, he shook his head and went on into the airport. He looked like a broken man. He suddenly looked his age.
I stopped for lunch at a soup and salad bar near the airport, and looked up as Dirk came to my table.
“Are you following me?”
“I told you that we needed to talk.”
“We don’t really have anything to talk about.”
“You make a good picture,” he said.
He dropped the envelope on the table. I already knew what the pictures looked like, but I pretended shock as I looked them over. At the same time I was trying to figure out why he had brought them to me. They should have been in the hands of several of my husband’s business associates by now, at least the more macho ones.
“You’ve got a fantastic pair of tits,” Dirk said.
The photographs taken from outside the window showed everything plainly. It was a very good camera. It should have been. I purchased it. I pretended shock as I looked at Dirk. I was still trying to understand exactly what Dirk was doing as he dropped into the seat opposite me.
“You’ve got a fantastic pair of tits,” he said.
And then I knew. Dirk had lusted after me from the very beginning, and now he saw a way to get into my panties. I should have considered it, but I really thought he was so greedy that he would think of nothing else but embarrassing his father.
“Where did you get these?” I asked.
“It seems like one of Dad’s employees isn’t as loyal as Dad thinks. Anyway, they cost me a small fortune but they’re worth it. You really look like you’re enjoying yourself. Dad too. Of course, a lot of his friends and business associates aren’t going to understand him sitting there playing with himself while he watches you fuck some other guy.”
“You can’t show these to anyone. He’s your father.”
“He’s never treated me like a father,” he said. “He’s always treated me like a moron. Do you know what’s going to happen when some of his business associates see these pictures? I mean, they’re probably got their secrets too, but they all pretend to be big macho types. Watching your beautiful wife have sex with another man is not very macho.”
“They won’t do business with him anymore.”
Dirk shrugged. “Oh, that’ll be the least of it. Dad’s got his fingers in a lot of different pies. He’s got a lot of enemies who will jump at the first sign of weakness. Dad’s going to lucky if somebody doesn’t chop some of those fingers off.”
I tried to sound desperate. “You can’t show those pictures to anyone.”
“Maybe we could make some sort of arrangement,” Dirk said.
It was kind of funny, in a way. I had always wanted to be an actor and I had been playing a role from the first time Max walked up and shook my hand in the cemetery. Max disgusted me in every way except one… sexually. Sexually, Max had taken an innocent girl and taught her everything about pleasure. I had been careful not to become addicted to his cock as my mother had been, but I had enjoyed the sex. I had enjoyed the lifestyle of the rich, the travel and the clothes. All the time I had searched for a way to hurt him as he had hurt me. I discovered the only way to hurt him was in his pocketbook because his wealth was the only thing he truly loved.
I wasn’t smart enough to figure a way to hurt him financially, but I figured out another way. He was so macho and his friends were so macho. I figured making him a cuckold would embarrass and hurt him. I never expected him to help make my plan work, but that was just icing on the cake.
But now Dirk was also trying to hurt his father, by blackmailing his father’s wife into sex. The funny part was that I knew he would make the pictures public, no matter what I did. I also knew if I had sex with him, he would tell his father. It would make Max the ultimate cuckold. Max was a man with a confusing moral compass. I knew he would hate me for this, but he would also feel a great deal of guilt and shame. After all, it was his fault. He had encouraged me to be with Eduardo.
I looked Dirk straight in the eye. “You can’t do this. It would kill your father.”
“I walk out of here, and these pictures go in the mail,” he said.
“What do you want?”
“I told you. We make an arrangement.”
“What kind of arrangement?”
“I get you everywhere this afternoon. You suck me, fuck me, and I get you in the ass.”
I shivered. “I never had it that way. I wouldn’t let your father.”
“Well, I want some of your tight little ass.”
I sensed his growing excitement. But he almost made me change my mind. I wasn’t sure I liked the idea of anal sex. But then I thought of how Max would look when his son told him that he had taken the cherry I had so often refused to him. Everything I was doing would give some measure of revenge, but this might be the piece de resistance. At least it would give Max a terrible memory for the rest of his life.
“All right,” I said finally.
Dirk wasn’t going to give me the chance to change my mind. He took my elbow and practically pulled me out of the restaurant. We left my car where it was and he drove me two blocks to the first hotel he found. He registered at the desk, and then we rode up in the elevator to a room on the sixth floor.
Inside the room, Dirk didn’t attack me right away as I thought he might. Instead, he phoned room service and had a bottle of wine sent up with some glasses. The tray arrived quickly and the waiter popped the cork and poured. The waiter looked at me knowingly, and Dirk passed him a folded bill and ushered him out the door quickly.
“He thought you were a working girl,” Dirk said.
I was wearing a western shirt, jeans and boots, but I guess it could have been the outfit of a working girl in Houston. I sat in a nearby chair as he handed me the wine glass. It seemed churlish to refuse and besides, I was probably going to need a lot of lubrication before I gave up my ass.
“If I do this,” I said. “You’ll destroy the pictures.”
“Of course, sugar.”
He was lying and I knew it.
Dirk sat on the edge of the bed and I studied him thoughtfully. He was not a bad looking man. He had more his mother’s genes than his father’s. He was the same height, but more bulky, and his skin tone was da
rker. I think Max told me his mother was Hispanic, but he had inherited Max’s blue eyes.
“What do you do for your father?” I asked. “I don’t think he’s ever really told me.”
“I know what he tells you,” Dirk said. “He tells you I’m lazy and not dependable. It’s not true. He works me like a dog just like he does everybody. My father is a master at paying a little and getting a lot. He’d like to fire me. Fortunately, my mother got a share of the company when he divorced her, and he can’t kick me out. So I’m sort of a millstone around his neck.”
“That still doesn’t tell me what you do,” I said.
“I work in accounting.”
I hadn’t realized I had finished my wine until he poured another. He had always seemed nervous about his father, but he seemed very relaxed now that we were in the room. I started sipping my second glass of wine.
“I’ve fantasized a lot about you,” he said.
“Really?”
“I never understood how you went for my father. Was it his money?”
I nodded. “In the beginning. Then I fell in love with him.”
I almost choked on my words.
“Come over here,” he said.
I stood and walked over to him, settling down in his lap. His fingers stroked my back as he kissed me gently. We both tasted of wine. The second time he kissed me, I opened my mouth. Our tongues touched. I felt a slight shiver as I realized he was not a bad kisser. I broke off the kiss and took a deep breath, and another sip of wine.
“This is very good,” I said.
“You are very good,” he said.
He started undoing the buttons of my western shirt. I sipped more wine as he got my shirt unbuttoned and slipped his hand inside. I wore a fragile black bra with lace around the cups. It was barely there and he easily pulled it away so that he could touch my bare flesh. My nipple sprang up hard and sensitive. I felt another tremor going through my body. He briskly rubbed my nipple and I moaned. I finished off my second glass of wine and he took the glass and put it on the bedside table. Then he pushed me onto my back on the bed. His lips found my nipple immediately.