by Jason Lenov
Stretching her pussy lips open with her fingers, Angeline lowered herself just a little further, so my glans was almost swallowed by her tight, soaked hole.
It was excruciating, the feeling of almost being inside her like that but not being allowed to go fully in. She knew it, I could tell by her smile. She loved it, too, driving me wild like that.
She teased me a few more times, each time sinking a little lower until finally, with a look of delirious pleasure, like she might burst into laughter at my plight, she sank down onto me completely engulfing me in her liquid heat.
I groaned loudly, my wrists straining against the chains that held my arms up. My hips bucked up, my whole body flexing to be even deeper inside her and I lifted her slightly off the bed.
She just sat there on top of me, smiling.
I started to buck beneath her, realizing she wasn't going to be much help. My thighs strained as I searched for friction somewhere inside her warmth. Her breasts swayed as I moved her body one way then the next. Her hips rocked, but only from my efforts.
She just sat and smiled.
"Please Angie," I begged again, breathless, "can you let me come?"
Without a word she started moving.
My mouth dropped open. Finally, the first relief to the ache that had built inside me came with her motion. I slid along her soft and sacred walls, soaked with juice. A throb rushed through me.
My hips started to buck and heave faster as I fucked my cock deep into her, as deep as it would go. Mostly I kept my eyes on her pussy, watching myself disappear inside her but every time I did look up, it was to that same wry smile. I knew she liked my torment as much as I did myself.
I felt another pulse inside me. Cum started to race into my shaft. I flexed inside her and agony stretched across my lips.
She reached a hand around herself and in between my legs. As the first blast of my seed exploded into her, she squeezed my balls again.
"Ah!" I roared as I succumbed to a massive shudder. Shot after shot of hot cum pulsed from me, coating her insides.
She held onto my balls tightly, squeezing every last drop from me until there was nothing left.
The rhythmic thundering of my hips gave way to fitful, spasming jerks as her fingers began to knead my balls again. I loved the way the feeling of her handling me like that stretched out the tail end of my disappearing orgasm.
When she'd squeezed all she could from me, I felt her start to come off me. I opened my eyes and looked down.
She got off me quickly, holding a hand under herself.
My eyes went wide at what I knew was coming.
Crawling up my body, over my shoulders, she sat on my chest again. I looked down to see her raw, pink hole, stretched and full of my seed. She slid towards me and settled on my mouth.
Closing my eyes, I pushed my tongue deep into her cunt again. I'd left a huge load inside her. The sweet tang of her pussy mingled with the tartness of my own seed as I sucked out my deposit.
It came out like an oyster, in one long glob I had to slurp and swallow quickly. I felt her fingers in my hair again. Her touch was tender now, loving. I looked up to see her still smiling. It was a warmer smile. My own insides warmed at the sight of it.
She held me there like that, toying with my hair as the taste of her and me lingered in my mouth. She finally got up and pulled herself off my mouth. A part of me wished she'd stay on top like that forever. She undid the straps that held my wrists chained to the bed, then slid down and tucked herself into the crook of my shoulder.
I pulled the covers over us and we lay there like that, revelling in each others warmth.
"Hey," she breathed, a moment before I slid into sleep.
I opened my eyes, looked down at her and smiled. "Hey," I whispered.
"I love you." The words were blurry, as if I were already in a dream.
"I love you too," I answered, squeezing her a little closer to my chest. "How'd you get through your whole day with a headache?" I muttered, a passing thought before we both drifted off to sleep.
"Oh, Will gave me a massage. That kid has the most amazing hands," she purred, slurring slightly as she slid into sleep.
My eyes popped open and my heart made a thud inside my chest.
Suddenly I was wide awake.
Chapter 3
"Oh you've got to be fucking kidding me!" The less than dulcet tones of Angie's voice drifted in under the office door. A pan clattered loudly on the floor in the silence that followed. A few seconds later, she opened the door.
I looked up from the spreadsheet I was poring over and flashed her a smile. "Everything okay?"
"No. Everything is fucked." She stomped through the office and yanked open one of filing cabinet drawers. She pulled out and envelope stuffed with cash and began counting bills. Will's head popped through the door.
"Hey Mr. S!" he smiled with a wave.
I took my glasses off and leaned back in my chair. "Hi Will. I thought I told you not to call me that? You're not that much younger than me, you know?"
He smiled and covered his mouth with a hand, sheepish. "Sorry. Charlie. I know. It's just..." He stuck out a thumb and jabbed the air towards where Angie was standing.
"I know Will, I know." Calling me Charlie was a little too close to calling the chef "Angie."
"Okay Will," Angie said, stuffing the envelope back into the drawer and slamming it shut.
"Yes chef!" Will snapped, straightening to attention.
She ran a tight kitchen, my wife did. She handed him the bills and started explaining what to buy.
The memory of what she'd said last night oozed like thick syrup from the base of my brain and down my spine. A flash of panic. A bolt of adrenaline. All three feelings settled in the deepest part of my gut. They made my balls heavy. My cock moved.
I couldn't keep myself from staring as her dainty white hand pressed the wad of bills into his meaty, black paw. It was a veiny thing, muscled from years of wielding his chef's knife and lifting pots and pans.
The sight tripped some primal switch in my mind and suddenly the only thing I could think of was what his thick, black cock would look like pressing inside my wife. A beautiful but terrifying shudder shook through me.
"Helloooooo! Charlie!"
The sound of her voice ripped me from my fantasy back into the room. They were both staring at me. Will looked puzzled. Angie just looked annoyed.
"Sorry," I muttered, "I spaced out."
"Yeah. I got that," she snapped. "Did you hear what I said?"
"No," I answered with half my mind still in a daze.
She rolled her eyes and shook her head, throwing her hands up in the air. "Are you done?" Her eyes bulged with irritation at having to repeat herself.
I know. She could be a total bitch. What can I say? I was a glutton for punishment. Also, I was just really into her.
"No," I answered, putting my glasses back on and peering at the spreadsheet. "Another twenty minutes probably."
She sighed. "Okay. I guess I'll get chopping. Nicky's probably finished half a celery stalk in the last five minutes so there'll be lots to do."
Will grinned at the quip, gave me a little wave, then ducked out through the door.
Angie turned to follow him.
"Ange," I said.
She spun around, furrowing her brow into a scowl.
I folded my arms across my chest. It melted her exasperation a little.
Her shoulders sank as she let go of some of the tension she was hauling around.
"I'm being a bitch again."
I nodded.
"I'm sorry. Fuck. Maybe I should just forget this whole fucking restaurant thing and go back to..."
"Angie," I interrupted, looking up and into her eyes.
"Come on Charlie, I can barely afford to pay my accountant, for fuck's sake."
I swivelled the chair and caught her arm, scooping her into my lap.
Her gasp burst into a giggle.
"You pay me ju
st fine," I growled, nuzzling at the softest part of her neck. She smelled like strawberries.
"I don't pay you anything," she answered with a laugh.
I took her by the chin and made her turn and look at me.
"I'm telling you. You pay me just fine."
She swatted my hand away and shook her head. "Well I guess I'll have to give you time and a half for all this overtime you're putting in," she purred. I felt her warm breath glide across my neck.
Another vision. Angie sitting just like this, but on his lap. His cock growing beneath her, the way mine was now.
"Well hello," she whispered, feeling me move against her leg. "Should we just skip dinner?"
It was very tempting. But she was even more of a beast if she hadn't been fed. "Let's just do something light."
The sound of a pot crashing to the floor in the kitchen burst our little bubble. Angie sighed.
"Okay. Hurry up. I want to get out of here before service," she said, standing up and walking towards the door. I watched her ass swaying away from me until she'd disappeared and then I closed my eyes and thought about it some more.
That kid has the most amazing hands.
The memory of it made my eyes open wide again. Wouldn't that be something? To see her body being touched by Will's black, amazing hands.
Chapter 4
The sound of flattened rubber on gravel made the care shake as I pulled over onto the pitch black shoulder. An uncommon surge of anger tore through me and I screamed a violent "Fuck!" as my hand slammed the horn. Angie had been toying with me all through dinner. By the end of the meal, I thought I was going to have to fuck her in the bathroom.
"Shit Charlie, calm down!" she started at my outburst, a hand pressed to her chest.
A deep breath calmed me down. "Sorry. Just...looking forward to getting home is all." I turned the car off but left the lights on and popped the trunk.
It was pitch black out there and I had to feel my way to the spare tire. I cursed myself for never actually buying that flashlight I'd meant to buy for the car. Somehow I managed to find everything though and soon I had the hub caps off and was hauling on a rusted lug nut. No matter how hard I pulled, the thing wouldn't budge.
I stood up and kicked the lug wrench. It fell off the nut and onto the shoulder with a clang. I cursed under my breath and got back into the car.
"So?" she asked.
"Rusted lug nut," I answered, pulling out my phone. I flipped through the contacts until I found the number to roadside assistance.
The woman on the other end was very helpful. She explained everything in great detail and left me with a reference number in case I had any questions or had to call back.
"So?" Angie asked again after I'd hung up.
"Somewhere between thirty minutes and an hour," I replied, leaning my head back against the headrest and letting out a sigh. I felt her hand creeping along the inseam of my pants. I looked down, then over at her. She was smiling. A wicked little smile.
"No sense wasting time just sitting here then, is there?" she purred.
Maybe a flat tire wasn't such a bad thing after all. I reached down and pulled the handle on the side of seat, leaning back as it reclined.
She smiled a little wider, ran her hand up my leg and started tugging at my belt.
The rumble of a truck and headlights in the mirror made us both sit up and look back.
Angie giggled. I just groaned.
"Okay," she said, "maybe they can help." She seemed unusually cheerful, considering the situation. Before I could stop her, she opened the door and got out of the car.
"Angie!" I shouted after her. It seemed like a stupid move given how dark it was and how deserted the road was. Adrenaline raced through me as I pushed my own door open and got out.
It was an old pickup truck with an engine that sounded like an old man trying to clear his lungs. We stood there in the bright glare, trying to peer into the cabin.
The engine coughed, then fell silent as the doors on either side opened. I thought of telling her to get back in the car. Was I being too paranoid? It was probably just someone that wanted to help.
"Howdy!" A friendly voice called out from the driver's side. "Car trouble?"
The man's tone put me at ease, at least a little bit. I put a hand up, trying to see his face against the glare of the headlights. When he stepped out of the shadow, I felt even better.
He was a thick-looking man with a barrel chest and sinewy arms, the arms of a man who worked with his hands. He wore a truckers cap, mesh in the back and the faded picture of a tractor in the front. Good farming folk, no doubt.
"Flat tire," I said, glancing over at his friend. Something inside me tensed. He was a friendly looking guy, too. But his eyes were on my wife. Looking over at Angie, I saw her smiling at him.
It was an odd sensation, fear and lust all swirled into one confusing pillar that seemed to form in my core and nudge my cock to life. I tried to push it aside. What was wrong with me? Stuck out in the middle of nowhere, two strangers offering to help and all I could think of was what they might do to my wife.
"Let's have a look," the man in front of me said, bending down and picking up the lug wrench. "Rusted on?" he asked, seeing that I must have tried to change the tire myself.
"Yup. It's stuck on there pretty good. Then again, I haven't been to the gym in a while."
He looked up and I cursed inside for letting the quip out. Sometimes I didn't know when to keep my mouth shut. Relief washed over me as his lips cracked into a grin.
"City boy, huh?" he joked. I couldn't help but smile.
"Something like that."
He just shook his head, chuckling. "Let's see what we can do here." He got the wrench onto the nut and started to push.
I looked over at Angie. Nervous energy sizzled through me again. She wasn't smiling at the other stranger anymore but she was still smiling. The man's eyes were still on her, too.
I wondered if she knew that. I wondered if she was smiling because she liked the attention. I wondered if she'd let him bend her over the hood of the car and...
The sound of the wrench clattering to the ground again tore my gaze away and my thoughts back onto the darkened road.
"Shit," the man kneeling by the wheel muttered. "That things stuck on there tighter'n a pig in shit." He stood up, brushing the dirt from his hands. "Can we give you folks a lift somewhere?"
I couldn't help but steal another glance at the other man. He was still staring at Angie. She was still smiling. What would it be like, I wondered, seeing her in the front seat, her full thighs pressed up against that man. I remembered the tow we had coming. I tried to shake the crazy out of my head.
"That's very kind of you, really," I answered, "we've got a tow coming though. Shouldn't be too long," I lied.
"You sure?" he asked, furrowing his brow. "We don't mind helping out."
Again the thought rushed through me, thickening the pillar that had me standing straight and stiffening my cock. I hoped he couldn't see. I could just sit in the back and watch her body in between these two stout men. Then again, maybe they were crazy. They seemed nice enough but something about getting into a car with strangers on a dark road didn't seem the smartest thing to do.
"We really appreciate it but we'd just have to get out here and get the car tomorrow. I think we'll just wait for the tow," I answered, smiling.
"Suit yourself!" he said, clapping his hands together and turning around. "Come on Jimmy!" he called to his friends.
I swept my gaze towards where Jimmy was standing. Still staring. My wife still smiling, now touching her neck.
He seemed rooted in the ground for a second, like the sight of her made it too hard to look away. When he finally did, it was at me. Our eyes locked. I knew he knew I'd seen him watching her. Did he know that I liked it? That I wanted to watch him do that some more? That I wanted him to do much more?
He just nodded. Nodded, turned and got back in the truck.
&n
bsp; We got back into the car and watched them drive away, the light inside the car changing to a dull blue from the thin sliver of moon overhead. My mind was a mess of questions, contradictions and a strange desire. What the hell had just happened? Why the hell was I so turned on at the thought of my wife with another man?
Her hand on my cock startled me and my head snapped to one side. She'd been watching me. Still smiling.
"What's this?" she asked, squeezing my half-stiff cock.
"What do you mean?" I wasn't a good liar to begin with. Even if I had been, there was no arguing with the hardness in my pants.
"I mean what's with the hard-on?" she asked, unabashed.
I looked at her, my eyes darting to hers, then the shape of her lips, then the smile tightening her cheeks. Did she know? Did she know what I'd been thinking?
"Did you see it?" The words were out before I could swallow them.
"See what?" she asked, her eyes narrowing with curiosity.
See what? I repeated the words in my mind, wondering what excuse I could come up with for why I'd said them. Did you see that...tree...the way it looks like a...balloon? Did you see that deer over there, jumping into the woods?
Did you see the way he was looking at you?
Chapter 5
"Did you see the way he was looking at you?" I blurted. I watched her, hoping to glean something from the way she reacted to what I'd said.
She leaned back a little. Her mouth opened wider. The smile was still there, being consumed by her surprise at what I'd said.
"Who are you talking about, Charlie?"
The question implied ignorance but her smile told a different story. It was a knowing smile, like she'd already put two and two together and was now just toying with me.
A cocktail of dopamine, endorphins and rigid lust warmed my insides. Like all good drinks, it made me throw caution to the wind.
"Jimmy. The guy on your side of the truck. Did you see the way he was looking at you?"