by Jason Lenov
Faith looked up with innocent eyes as her palm settled around my hard shaft. “Are you sure, William?” she asked. “I want you to be sure. If you want to stop, we can…”
I shook my head. “I’m sure,” I muttered.
A faint smile flirted with the corners of her mouth. She took a step back but held her hand at my groin. For a moment the wild look filled her eyes but then narrowed into something sharper, more precise.
A bolt of adrenaline rushed through me at the realization of what it was.
Control.
Faith might have enjoyed the fact that I enjoyed this game but it was clear that she was getting at least as much pleasure, if not more, from the control she had over me.
A cold fear washed over me as the demons cackled in my mind at having won.
Faith let go of me, turned and walked slowly up the stairs.
Following the gentle sway of her round bottom I felt one last tug towards sanity. I could still turn back. I could still tell her “no.” I could still stop this.
Just one last time.
It would be just this one last time.
I pounded up the stairs tearing clothes off as I went.
Chapter 10
Faith was sitting naked on the bed when I stumbled into the room. Her legs were crossed and her back was straight. Stiff nipples crowned her plush breasts.
I raced over to her kicking off my pants and underwear and throwing my shirt into the corner of the room. I was just about to sink down on top of her when she put a hand on my chest.
“William?”
“What is it?”
“Will you…” Faith glanced down at the patch of down between her legs.
No further explanation was needed.
I sank to my knees, palms on her thighs.
She unhooked one slender ankle from the other and let me spread her legs.
I gazed at the rippled petals of her pussy, soaked with need.
“I want you to taste what this does to me, William. Our little game.”
I leaned closer. The first pungent whiff of her arousal sent more blood rushing to my hard vein. Closing my eyes I pressed my lips to her cunt and flicked the folds with my tongue.
Her juices seeped into my mouth sending off fireworks in my brain.
“Oh yessss…” Faith groaned. “Yesssss…”
As I began to lick and suckle her cunt she pressed her hand against the back of my head pulling me in closer again. This time, instead of forcing me and using my mouth as her wet toy, she held her hand softly in place petting me from time to time.
I would look up every once in a while to see her chest heaving with the pleasure my mouth brought.
When I began to feel more hot juice squirting out of her I knew she was closing in on her climax.
I redoubled my efforts. Muscles in my neck and jaw started to burn but I persevered. It was so arousing doing such a filthy thing and she looked so beautiful in her bliss that nothing would have made me stop.
She came with a sharp cry, cringing as the orgasm slammed into her.
Her pussy gushed hot streaks of sticky juice.
When the climax released her, she sank back onto the bed, arms at her sides, legs spread.
I scrambled up almost on the edge of my own orgasm.
Faith’s eyes fluttered open. “Wait,” she said. “I want to try something.”
Aren’t those words every man wants to hear when he’s between his wife’s legs?
Faith pushed me away.
I staggered back my cock aching to be swallowed by her tightness.
She folded one leg over the other and rolled over onto her knees. Looking back at me over her shoulder, she raised her delicious ass, presenting herself for me. “Take me like this.”
I let my palms settle on the fleshy orbs of her bottom. I almost couldn’t bring myself to look at it, knowing she was staring at me but I couldn’t resist, either.
My eyes settled on the spot immediately above her drooling pussy. That dark, forbidden hole I’d never laid eyes on. The tightly puckered muscles seemed to disappear into her like a glory hole into a lake.
My shaft hovered just above her pussy, flexing and throbbing but I couldn’t stop staring at her tight sphincter.
“William,” Faith whispered. “Give me your hand.”
I had no idea what she was concocting but I reached out towards her face.
Faith’s mouth opened slightly as she craned her neck. A second later she slurped my thumb between her lips and began to suck.
I couldn’t believe my eyes. Surely this crossed some boundary of decency did it not? Then why on God’s green earth did it feel so damned good?!?
Faith’s tongue flicked around my thumb as she made wet slurping noises on it with her mouth. She let it go but scraped her teeth along it as I pulled it out. “Put it in.”
A blast of excitement made my head spin. “What?!?”
“Put it into my…ass.”
A thick drop of pre-cum dripped from the head of my cock and landed between Faith’s ass and cunt.
I surrendered myself completely to her will. I pressed the tip of my thumb against her tight back hole.
Faith sucked in a breath, then relaxed. “Do it, William. I want to know what it feels like. I always have.”
Still slick from her licking, I pushed my thumb up to the knuckle.
Faith mewled and her ass raised even higher. “Deeper William. Please!”
Lust was raging inside me. With a rough grunt I pushed the rest of my thumb into her.
Faith moaned again. “Now fuck me!”
Hot mother of…there was no resisting it any more. A thrust of my hips plunged my cock into her tight and oozing pussy engulfing me in the wet warmth inside of her.
Cum was already surging through my balls. My mind was reeling. I began to rut into my wife.
Faith mewled and moaned and writhed in front of me.
My eyes dragged along her curves. My cock throbbed inside her. I felt the painful tickle that had tortured me so long snap, then explode sending me crashing into a sea of bliss.
The orgasm twisted me and sucked me out of my mind and down between my legs so the only thing I could feel was my cock throbbing and throbbing and throbbing as it spat hot seed against her walls.
Faith clenched her pussy around me, intensifying the sensation.
I was in heaven again.
Then it was gone.
The pleasure flushed out of me and I was again myself, standing with my cock inside her cunt and my thumb buried in her ass, suddenly very aware of my embarrassment.
Faith was panting in front of me but didn’t seem shy.
I pulled my thumb out of her slowly.
She moaned as it left, obviously still enjoying the sensation.
Then I stepped back and my cock fell out. This time I had the perfect view of her messy, used folds and a moment later the river of seed that came spilling from them.
“Oh William,” Faith mewled, still in heat. “That felt so good but…please…can you help me finish again?”
What sort of man would say “no” to a request like that?
Again I dropped to my knees. I faltered for a moment. I’d deposited quite a volume of ejaculate inside her. It was still oozing from her pink hole, the hole I would have to lick beneath to get at her clit.
“William, please?” She seemed to be in agony from her need.
I steeled myself, pried her thighs apart and pressed my tongue against her slit. The pungent, acrid taste of my own spunk invaded my nostrils first, then my mouth. My stomach clenched and I gagged at first but swallowed back the reaction.
Stretching my tongue out as long as it would go I finally found her taut nub. Each lick brought a fresh spurt of cum leaking out of her.
Trapped air hissed out of her pussy ending in a sloppy wet fart of cum that splattered out onto my nose. Still, I licked as hard as I could.
A few minutes later Faith came again with a scream. It was a sh
ort but intense orgasm and she collapsed into a heap on the bed once it was over.
I knelt by the side of the bed catching my breath my face covered in my own semen.
When Faith finally opened her eyes and looked at me they widened like I’d never seen them before. Her mouth popped open as she stared at me.
Then, a smile crept across her mouth and into her eyes. She covered her mouth to try and suppress it but it wouldn’t stop. A chuckle turned into a laugh that rolled into uproarious howls.
I blushed with shame.
“Oh William, I’m so sorry!” she said grabbing my wrist. “I didn’t think of that! I should have thought that…I should have thought of that.” She wiped the cream off of my face with her thumb and onto her leg and the sheets.
Then she dragged me up onto the bed next to her and we curled up together. She looked happier and more content than I’d ever seen her before.
“This is crazy,” she whispered after a while.
“It is,” I replied.
“But I love it. And I love you.”
I think I must have known already then that we had passed the point of no return. Giving into that one last time seemed to have changed something in both of us.
All I could think of was the way Sam had kissed her hand in the parking lot and how happy all of this made her.
How would I ever be able to take all that away?
“I love you too,” I whispered.
Then we drifted off to sleep.
Chapter 11
Mandy’s Diner was a funny little place. It was, in fact, the front of Mandy’s house. Her and her family’s living quarters were in the back and the front two rooms were the restaurant.
The whole family seemed to work there, though the way they were all related was not immediately clear. As in the rest of Scramonston, they were all couples of mixed race with black men and white wives.
There were a few white men actually. They served as the bussers of the establishment scrubbing dishes in the kitchen and all seemed a little subdued.
A few mocha-colored children ran around Mandy in the kitchen as she tried to cook.
“The fish here is excellent. Comes straight from the lake,” Samuel explained.
I smiled weakly at the suggestion and returned to pretending to read my menu. In fact, I was spying.
Jackson and Ceci were across the table from us. Sam was sitting at the head with Faith beside him and I beside her.
Since our seating I had been unable to take my eyes off just how close their hands were, Faith and Sam’s, on the table.
Faith was acutely aware of my leering because every time Sam would move his hand closer, she would squeeze my thigh and make my cock throb.
I don’t think I can properly describe the cocktail of emotions that was racing through me. Certainly guilt and shame and lust to name three.
I had felt shameful and guilty enough about my desires when they had been private. You can imagine how much more potent those feelings were now that I had shared them with my wife. Now that we were both flirting with the potential of them happening for real.
We hadn’t spoken about it, Faith and I, but somehow I didn’t feel like we had to. Her manner and attitude was changed in a way that made it obvious something had shifted between us, a balance had tipped.
Faith exuded a confidence and curiosity she had not before.
I was happy for this, I really was. But it seemed that there was just a little less room for my opinion between us.
Perhaps she had gained something because of our little game. Or, perhaps, she had taken something back that had been hers all along.
Regardless, I could sense her excitement, the electric energy surrounding her as Sam’s fingers inched towards hers on the table. That is why I kept my head down pretending to read the menu even after the others had all made their selections.
“What’ll it be folks?” A woman who was obviously one of Mandy’s daughters came over to take our order with pencil and notepad drawn.
The others all ordered and each of them got a slew of question about sides, levels of doneness and drink selections. When it came to my turn I looked up with a weak smile and simply said, “I’ll have the fish.”
Sam smiled at this. He seemed pleased that I had taken his recommendation.
For some reason this made me feel sorry for him. He obviously had no idea that he was part of our little game. That felt wrong, somehow. Like we were using him as a prop instead of treating him as a person.
But my dark demons that now sat firmly at the wheel of my will, cackling and rubbing their hands together as they steered, would not allow me to slam on the brakes.
I did my best to converse with both Cecilia and Jackson throughout dinner. But my eyes kept darting over towards the corner of the table where Sam’s fingers were perilously close to Faith’s.
My hardened cock kept an uncomfortable ache wedged between my legs. So much so that I could barely enjoy the fish.
Each time their hands would drift together it would swell in my lap and only as they drifted apart did it deflate a little, easing my suffering. When I finally could not take another moment of it, I excused myself to go to the bathroom to try and relieve myself in shame.
I did not. That, apparently, was a line I would not cross. Perhaps because I saw my own reflection in the mirror that made me wonder what sort of man I would become if I stroked myself in the stall of a public bathroom.
So, after splashing some cold water on my face, I stepped back out into the dining area covering my groin to hide the bulge.
What I saw nearly stopped my heart.
Sam’s large dark frame was leaning over the corner of the table and close to Faith.
Faith was giggling, one hand covering her mouth, obviously at something he’d said.
Their hands were no longer on the table. His was on her lap. He had hiked her skirt up over her knee and now his big, black paw was stroking the inside of her thigh.
My cock nearly burst, as did my heart.
Forcing myself to breathe and walk, I started across the room with my mind swimming in jealousy and doubt. And lust. Such lust.
Half-way across the dining room Faith turned her head to face me and our eyes met.
I saw something completely different than expected in her expression. I suppose I thought she would look frightened or nervous or shy at what was happening. She had, after all, crossed a certain boundary at that moment letting Sam touch her like that.
What I got was not a single flinch at seeing me walking towards her. Just the beginnings of a very, very wicked smile.
Her look stopped me in my tracks. The whole room seemed to disappear from around me leaving nothing but Faith and I staring into each other’s eyes as Sam’s dark hand continued to drift across her creamy, white skin.
The ringing in my ears turned to silence as my vision tunnelled.
Raucous laughter shattered the stillness cracking our private little universe and sent it crashing to the ground.
I sucked air into my lungs that were burning from holding my breath. Somehow, I forced one foot in front of the other until I was back at the table and taking my seat.
By this time Sam had lifted his hand from Faith’s leg. When I looked at him, he smiled, then frowned. “Everything alright, Rev? You look a little pale?” he asked.
“Yes,” I breathed. “Everything’s fine.”
Faith turned to look at me beside her and placed her hand on my lap.
My heart skipped a beat. Sam could clearly see what she was doing.
Seemingly unperturbed by this, she slid her fingers up the inside of my thigh until they came into contact with my engorged cock. She looked at me with a smile.
I looked at Sam whose eyes were on my lap as embarrassment burned my cheeks. Thankfully, at that moment dessert arrived.
I finished the meal by staring into my plate and occasionally trying to hide in my cup of coffee. Jackson and Ceci seemed as if they hadn’t noticed what
had happened and prattled away cheerily across from me.
Sam and Faith exchanged occasional glances and polite conversation so I was left alone with my confusion and arousal.
We said our goodbyes after dinner. Jackson and Ceci promised they would have us over for dinner soon as did Sam.
I nearly fell over getting into the car. Turning the key in the ignition proved equally difficult but I managed that and to get us pointed in the direction of the house. When I glanced at Faith I found her smiling in a very amused way.
“You seem to be having some trouble with driving. Are you sure you don’t want me to do it?” she asked with a giggle.
I shook my head and muttered something but don’t even remember what. Her satisfaction with herself, the glee she was taking in this whole situation and how it was affecting me was as arousing as the line she had crossed back at the restaurant.
We drove the rest of the way home in silence. Faith didn’t speak until we were inside the door.
“What’s got you so quiet, William?” she asked, spinning around on her toes in the hall. There was that feigned innocence again.
It made my blood boil over in the best possible way. I became an animal.
Stepping towards her I grabbed her by the wrist and swung her into the living room. I barley knew my own strength but she ended up landing on the couch.
This had the effect of wiping the smug smile from her mouth.
For a moment I felt a pang of regret but her expression dragged me back into the depths of my lust.
She looked as hungry as I felt. Hungry to be reclaimed and defiled.
I tore her blouse apart sending buttons bouncing along the walls and onto the floor.
Faith gasped but arched her back, offering me her breasts.
I yanked her bra down and pawed at the two soft mounds, then let my fingers trail to their tips and pinched her nipples that were already hard.
She moaned but didn’t object.
Reaching under her skirt I yanked her panties down and tore them off her feet.
She was still wearing her heels and that was another lewd turn-on for me so I left them on.
I shoved my pants off my hips without bothering to undo them and my cock sprang out and bounced up and down, iron-hard.