Mistaken Identity

by Christopher Maddox

  I groaned happily, my fingers interlaced behind my head. “I’m glad you liked it.”

  She spoke as she continued pulling on it slowly. “I think I know why I like it so much. I mean, why it felt so good last night.”

  “What’s that?” I asked, proud as hell.

  She took a deep breath, pumped it hard a couple of times and licked a drop of clear fluid off the tip. “Because of the ridge on the head and the way it curves back inward. It rubs me in all the right places, mainly one,” she giggled, licking up another drop of moisture. “Hm, tastes good, but then, you already know that, don’t you?” she said with a teasing smile.

  “Anything would taste good coming from your lips.”

  She smiled. “Anyway, getting back to your anatomy, those two things make it perfect for me. It’s like it’s on a collision course with my G-spot,” she said as she stared at it and continued pumping. “I don’t want you to get a swollen head. Well, not the one on your shoulders, anyway. I would never tell you if it wasn’t perfect, but, you do have a perfect cock. The most perfect one I’ve ever seen.”

  My head had swollen to the point where my brain hurt, and I was beginning to get a little embarrassed. “Well, I’m glad you like it. I’ve never been told that it was perfect before. It’s possible that you think that way because we fit together so perfectly.”

  She shrugged her shoulders but never answered. By the time I finished talking, she was sliding her lips up and down the length of my shaft making low, sexy sounds which were sounds of lust and need. At first, I thought that she was just going to do it for a little while, and then, go make some coffee and let Charlie out of the house. However, after a couple minutes of her wonderful lips, I was prepared to beg her not to go anywhere.

  Her loving, little sounds of joy were getting me there fast, very fast. “Hey, baby,” I said softly, “if you want to make love, you had better stop because I’m close. Your lips are incredible,” I groaned.

  She made a little whimpering sound and continued to suck me like I’ve never been sucked before. She wrapped her fingers around the base and began stroking me in sync with her lips. She sucked a little harder, and her lips began making little smacking, slurping sounds along with her sweet, endearing moans of pleasure.

  “Sweetheart,” I whispered with a shiver as I began to stiffen and constantly quiver. My thighs tightened almost to cramping. She moaned as she slowed her pace, taking her tongue and sliding it back and forth under the tip of my cock.

  “Honey,” I gasped, my hips making small, involuntary jerking motions into her sweet mouth. “Oh, oh, baby. I uh … uh, I’m gonna, … Oh, baby! Yes, I’m gonna come,” I moaned in a long, agonizingly wonderful growl of impending joy.

  “Oh, baby,” I cried out in a throaty groan as I felt the strong surge of fluid leave my body and enter hers. She whimpered and held still while I flooded her mouth with spurt after spurt of warm cream. I felt her swallow as my contractions forced more cum into her sweet mouth.

  Within seconds, it was over as I felt the last of my orgasm flow gently onto her tongue. She swallowed again and began to strip my shaft with her hand and suck all she could from me.

  I moaned quietly. “It’s tender, baby,” I said as I pulled her shoulders back towards me, breaking her suction on my throbbing phallus with a pop. She moaned disappointedly. “I’m sorry, honey, but it’s very tender from all of your awesome sucking.”

  “Can I just lick it then?”

  I chuckled. “Yes, baby, you can lick it,” I said, afraid that I might wake up from this wonderful dream at any moment.

  She licked gently around it and milked a little more cum from the tip. She turned toward me with a huge smile. “I like it. I really like it,” she cooed, taking her finger and scooping up a little that had leaked out from the corner of her mouth. “Good to the last little dribble,” she teased coquettishly as she sucked it off her finger and moved closer to my face.

  When she was just inches away from my mouth, she licked her upper lip while staring at mine. She raked her teeth over her puffy lower lip and slowly let it peel back out of her mouth.

  She had a sexy, lustful look in her eyes. “Time to pay, handsome.”

  I was barely able to suppress a laugh to a small chuckle. I’m sorry, but the moment she turned around, I knew what she wanted. Perhaps, I was getting in touch with my feminine side. Hell, I didn’t know. But I had been watching her lip as it slid out slowly from under her teeth, and I couldn’t wait to press my lips to hers. Yes, I couldn’t wait to kiss her, knowing that some of my cum was still going to be in her mouth. Go figure.

  “I’m actually dying to kiss you right now,” I whispered then eagerly pressed my parted lips to hers and slid my tongue gently into her mouth. We kissed and cuddled, and we sucked on each other’s tongues for a couple minutes until she pulled away with a smile.

  I could tell that she was trying to suppress a giggle. “It is amazing what kind of results you can get out of a man with just a little … nipple training.” She paused, but then she finally giggled, causing her titties to jiggle. “If there is one thing that I have learned, so far in my life, it’s that a man simply cannot ignore a nipple.”

  ******

  It was rainy and overcast that Saturday morning, and the weatherman had forecast much of the same for the rest of the day and most of the following day. The wind was blowing with intermittent gusts of thirty to thirty-five knots accompanied with blasts of biting-cold rain. Charlie didn’t even want to go outside to relieve himself.

  I bundled him up and took him to the leeward side of the house. He could do his business there in the relative calm it afforded him while Shannen remained inside to make us some coffee.

  Thankfully, when we returned to the kitchen, the coffee was just about ready. I needed a cup to help ward off a chill. Not only had she made coffee, she was cooking bacon and had laid some eggs on the counter.

  “I love the smell of bacon,” I said as I came up behind her and cupped her pert little breasts through the comfy, cotton bathrobe she had put on.

  “It is such a dreary day I thought that it would be nice to have a good, hardy breakfast.”

  I was just about to kiss the nape of her neck when Charlie began barking and looking up at the counter next to the refrigerator. Shannen turned to look. “Oh, honey, would you reach in that canister on the counter and pull out the bag of doggie treats for Charlie? He always gets one after he goes peepee poop-poop,” she smiled.

  “Peepee poop-poop?” I asked with a slight chuckle while I looked down at Charlie, who was bouncing up and down on his hind legs, looking back and forth between me and the counter. “Okay, Charlie, I’ll get your treat for you,” I told him as I reached in and pulled out the bag. Charlie was now going nuts and spinning around in circles. I opened the bag and gave him one. “Do you have any more of these?”

  She gave me a worried look. “Why? How many are left?”

  I looked inside the bag. “Two,” I said, thinking that she must have another bag somewhere close, probably in the pantry.

  “Oh, no. That’s a 911, if there ever was one,” she giggled while she turned the bacon. “There is a Super Pet Store about ten miles from here. We can go a little later and pick up a couple of packages for him. I know that it’s miserable outside, but you just don’t understand how much he likes them. He expects one every time he goes outside. He expects one if he thinks that he has done something funny to make you laugh. Then sometimes, he just feels like he wants one, and he will go in there and stare up at the counter until you get him one.”

  “That’s funny,” I said as I poured us a cup of coffee. “What do you think you would like to do today?”

  She shrugged her shoulders and gestured with her hand toward the window. “We could do anything you like, but it’s such a dreary day that I thought you might like to stay home and watch movies … and have sex,” she smiled sweetly. “If we stayed home, we wouldn’t be far from the bedroom, just in case,” she
grinned.

  “That sounds wonderful to me. We should be able to order out and get pretty much anything we want, shouldn’t we?”

  “Oh, yes. I have a bunch of menus from restaurants close by that deliver, but we still need to go out and get Charlie’s treats. Oops,” she cringed when she noticed Charlie was dancing again and looking up at the counter. “Better give him one. You can’t say the word unless you are prepared to get one for him. If you must use the word, you have to spell it.”

  I grinned at him. “Okay, buddy, I’ll be your huckleberry and get you a treat,” I said with my most affectionate smile. He did a couple spins while I bent down to give it to him.

  “I’ve never seen him take to anyone like he has taken to you.”

  I laughed. “Perhaps, he knows what I do for a living. I wish I had some samples, but I never carry them with me.”

  “Oh, I know, but it won’t take us long to go get some. I’ve never let his supply get this low. It’s a good thing he doesn’t know, or he would be having a nervous breakdown right now.”

  “Aw, he’ll be alright. I can take that last one and split it into four pieces, perhaps six,” I teased.

  “That might make me laugh, but not Charlie. He’s no dummy; he knows how big his treats are supposed to be. Oh, shit, I said it again,” she said as Charlie ran over to the counter and began jumping up and down. “You might as well go ahead and give him the last one. He won’t calm down until he gets it.”

  “This is borderline hysterical,” I said as I walked over and retrieved the last one. “I’ll break it in half.”

  “Good luck,” she said as she took the last of the bacon out from skillet and placed it on some paper towels. “Is scrambled alright with you?”

  “Scrambled is fine with me,” I said as I broke the last treat in half and gave it to him. He gobbled it down and looked at me. He licked his lips, danced around a little, and looked at his momma before looking back at me. He was anxiously looking for the other half. I chuckled. “Does he really know the difference between half a …?”

  “Don’t say it,” she interrupted quickly, “then we would really be screwed. And yes, he knows the difference because I sometimes give him two halves trying to make it last longer for him. Believe me; he won’t give up until he gets the other half.”

  I reached over to the counter then gave him the other half. “That’s it, buddy, until another shipment comes in,” I teased.

  She took a deep breath. “Okay, if you have to say it, spell it out, T-R-E-A-T. Thank God, he can’t spell yet.”

  “He’ll be okay. He’s a tough little guy,” I said, looking at the clock and wondering when the FedEx package might arrive. Unfortunately, there was a possibility that the weather may have delayed the flight.

  It started to rain much harder, hard enough that it wouldn’t be safe to drive in it. The only vehicles that you could safely drive in this weather were SUVs or something larger like a FedEx truck, I thought.

  Just as she was about to pour the eggs into the frying pan, the doorbell rang. “Who in the world could that be in this kind of weather?” she asked.

  “Do you want me to get the door or the eggs?”

  “Oh, would you please get the door? I don’t like to answer the door in my bathrobe, and besides, I don’t want to get wet,” she teased with the sweetest little smile. I had a brief flashback to when we were in bed, and she was inching up to kiss me with a little of my cum on her lower lip. That image will be etched into my brain forever, and I suddenly had an overwhelming desire to kiss her.

  “Hey, Alex, are you okay?”

  I snapped out of my dreamy haze. “Oh, yes. I’m fine.”

  “The door?” she questioned.

  “Oh, yeah, the door. I’ll get it. I’m sorry. I kind of … was thinking of something,” I said as I hurriedly returned to her and kissed her sweet lips. It was a deep, luscious kiss that filled me with overwhelming desire and need for her, and I began to get hard, again.

  The doorbell rang for a second time. “Oh, God, I’ll get it,” I said as I quickly turned and ran to the door.

  “I’ll hold up on the eggs until you come back because it’ll only take a couple minutes to cook them,” she shouted after me.

  Charlie was at my heels when I opened the door, and of course, it was the FedEx driver. I signed for the package and thanked the driver for his efforts in such lousy weather.

  “Who is it?”

  “It’s FedEx. They delivered a package.”

  There was a brief silence while I closed the door. I picked up Charlie, tucked him under one arm, the box of goodies under the other, and headed for the kitchen. “That’s funny; I’m not expecting a FedEx package today.”

  “It’s not for you. It’s for Charlie,” I said as I entered the kitchen.

  “What? Who would be sending something to Charlie?” she said while she turned the burner off. “Here, let me see who it’s from.”

  I handed her the box, put Charlie down on the floor, and watched her as she read the label. “Thompson’s … Food … Corporation,” she said in long, drawn-out words. “For discriminating dog lovers.” She looked up at me with misty eyes. “Aw, Alex, that was so sweet of you,” she said, standing up to give me one of the sweetest kisses I could recall.

  “Hm,” I groaned, “I love your lips, but I think that I’m getting to the point where I like them best with a little of my cum on them,” I whispered softly into her mouth.

  “I can fix that,” she groaned and took my hand to lead me back toward her bedroom.

  “What about the eggs?”

  “They can wait,” she answered. She tried to untie her bathrobe with just one hand as she pulled me along. I could tell that she was successful when both ties fell to the side, and the robe parted at the bottom, allowing her legs to move forward, unrestricted.

  “What about Charlie?”

  She turned toward me when she got to the bed. The robe was about to slide from her shoulders, her breasts fully exposed, her sex swollen and puffy. “He can wait,” she moaned as the robe fell to the floor.

  I could feel myself begin to harden. “You are so damned sexy, but I think I might need some Viagra, if we keep this up,” I smiled, dropping my pants to the floor.

  She turned toward me, looked down at my cock, and smiled. “We’ll see.”

  ******

  The weatherman had been correct; both Saturday and Sunday were overcast and rainy. The wind howled from time to time, making an eerie, whining sound as it rushed around the eaves of the house. She had plenty of firewood, and Charlie had plenty of treats. So the three of us cuddled together in the family room and watched movies all weekend. And, yes, we did make time for several intermissions to make love or have sex, depending on her mood.

  I probably swallowed more of my own cum that weekend than I would care to admit, but making love to her was the most wonderful thing I had ever experienced. All it took to get her aroused was a romantic twist or a sexy innuendo in one of the movies, and she would be ready to hit the pause button. I had never been into chick flicks or romance movies before, but that weekend changed my mind forever.

  By Sunday evening, the weather had improved, but we decided that we would rather stay home and cook something, especially, something easy. Easy turned out to be New York steaks, baked potatoes, a nice green salad along with French bread and some good red wine.

  The charcoal was ready for grilling, so I grabbed the steaks and headed out the back door with Charlie at my heels. The steaks had been on the grill for a couple minutes when Shannen joined me with two glasses of Cabernet Sauvignon and a couple of Charlie’s doggie treats.

  “I just noticed the card that was taped on the front of the inside box that his treats came in.” She was holding it in her hand. “I didn’t see it until just now when I took it out of the shipping container. It’s so sweet Alex. It says, ‘Treats for Charlie, the studliest little man in Seattle. Love, Alex.’ Here, give him these treats. Call him over her
e and give him both of them. I never give him two at a time. He will think that he’s died and gone to heaven.”

  I laughed, “Charlie,” I yelled, “treats.” Whatever he was focusing on didn’t appear to matter much any longer because he jerked his head around and headed in my direction as fast has his little legs would take him. When he got there, he began bouncing up and down on his hind legs and was looking up at both of us. I gave him one of them, and he gobbled it down immediately. I reached down to give him the second one, but he was reluctant at first. He just looked at it, cocked his little head, and looked at his mother.

  She giggled. “It’s okay, Charlie, you can have it.” With her words of approval, he scooped it up so fast that his head was just a fuzzy little blur.

  “Wow! That was different. Why wouldn’t he eat it without your permission?”

  “Probably because he never gets more than one treat at a time. I don’t want him to get fat because they are prone toward having knee problems.”

  She picked him up, cuddled him tight, and gave him a kiss on the top of his head while she twisted back and forth in half circles. She then lifted her face up to mine and softly kissed my lips. “You are such a thoughtful, sweet man,” she said as she left to go back into the house.

  “Hm,” I thought as I improvised some well-known jargon, “a small bag of doggie treats: $3.95; FedEx delivery charges: $34.95; one small greeting card: $4.96; the look on her face with my cum on her lips; priceless.”

  I couldn’t believe that I had already spent five more days there than I had originally planned. I laughed, thinking that the rumors must be running wild back at the office. They would have to be, after my call to Catherine asking her to send a case of our doggie treats to a private address, a woman’s private address, no less.