Lust at Midnight

by Sheridan, John

  ‘I don’t want to hurt you,’ she whispered into my ear.

  ‘I know. I’m sorry.’

  ‘Shall we stop doing this?’

  ‘No. This is more than enough for me,’ I lied.

  ‘I’m glad. I don’t know what I would do if you left me. Sit down for me,’ she said, as she pulled back from the hug. I did as I was ordered. I dropped my bum down onto one of the chairs at the table. Lily hopped up onto the table top and gestured, with a wiggle of her finger, for me to turn the chair to face her. I did so. A wave of excitement rushed down my spine, as she placed her feet on the arms of the chair. Her legs were spread in front of me. Lily had carefully pulled up the front of her skirt slightly, which gave me a direct view between her silky thighs. She wasn’t wearing any panties. My mouth was suddenly feeling very dry. Her shaven pussy was there for me to see. I just wanted to bury my face into it. ‘You like what you see?’

  ‘Yes.’

  Lily giggled.

  ‘Do I get to see?’ she asked.

  ‘Yes.’

  The silence was broken by the sound of my zipper. Lily bit her bottom lip in anticipation. I couldn’t believe how such a tiny gesture could turn me on so much. I reached inside my trousers and pulled out my long hard throbbing cock. It stood to attention like a soldier on parade. Lily moaned slightly at the sight of it. I could see the conflict within the windows of her soul. She wanted to touch it so badly. She wanted to feel it inside of her, but the woman had more self-control than a monk. She wouldn’t allow herself to betray her husband. I don’t know where her loyalty came from. I had never met someone like this.

  ‘I want that so bad.’ Lily’s breathing had become deep and slow. ‘Stroke it for me.’

  I took my cock within the grip of my left hand. Slowly, I began to stroke my hand up and down the thick shaft. I was moving my hand from the very peak of my dick, down to my balls. Lily exhaled slowly. I was starting to understand her more. I think she got off on the temptation. I think the temptation to fuck me was more rewarding than actually fucking me. Her face was a mask of lust, as she watched my cock. I placed my right hand upon her thigh. I loved the feel of her skin against my palm. Lily looked straight into my eyes, as I stroked my fingers under her skirt. At no point did she attempt to close her thighs. I reached my hand towards her pussy. I sighed at the touch of her wet lips. Her pussy was soaked. Lily shuddered slightly, as I stroked my finger along the slit of her most private area.

  ‘Don’t go inside,’ she told me.

  ‘I know,’ I replied.

  ‘Only my husband can go inside me.’

  I knew the rules. I wasn’t ever to slide my fingers into her pussy. I had made that mistake once before. It had taken nearly a month before Lily had even let me see her pussy, but now I could touch it again. I could stroke her wet lips. Our private meetings would come to an end if I pushed my fingers inside of her. Only her husband was allowed inside her pussy. I think she just liked watching me struggle to maintain my control. I started to jerk my hand down my cock a little harder.

  ‘Your cock looks so good,’ said Lily.

  ‘So does your pussy,’ I replied. ‘I wish you would let me lick it.’

  ‘No one has ever licked my pussy before,’ admitted Lily.

  ‘Not even your husband?’

  She replied with a shake of her head.

  ‘Why hasn’t he licked your pussy? It looks fucking tasty.’

  ‘He is a good man. He isn’t as naughty as you.’

  ‘Is being naughty a bad thing?’

  Lily’s hips began to squirm.

  ‘No. Being naughty is a very good thing. I would love to watch you eat my pussy.’

  ‘Let me have a taste then.’

  Lily opened her mouth to speak, but managed to stop herself. She was so torn as to what to do. I could see how badly she wanted to go wild, but I didn’t get why she was fighting it so much. It was written upon her face. She wanted me to devour her pussy.

  ‘Not tonight,’ she replied. ‘I will think about letting you do it.’

  A smile split my lips. ‘You would consider it?’

  ‘Yes. I want it so bad.’

  ‘You want to feel the tip of my tongue curling up inside your pussy?’ She replied with a nod of her head. ‘You want to feel me pressing my face up against your wet lips, as I force your thighs apart?’ She gasped slightly, as my fingers danced along the edges of her pussy. ‘You want to feel me fuck you with my tongue.’

  ‘Yes.’ She growled like a wounded animal. ‘I want to have just one wild night with you. I want you to tie me to the bed, blindfold me and do whatever you want to me. I want to feel your hands on my body, your tongue in my mouth and that long hard cock deep inside my body. I want to feel your warmth, as you moan in my ear. I want to look deep into your eyes and cum with you. I want it to be skin on skin. No protection. I want you to cum deep in my pussy.’

  ‘Fuck.’ My cock throbbed dangerously.

  Pre-cum covered the tip of my dick.

  Lily smiled. ‘Did all this talk get you close?’

  ‘Yes. I am on the edge.’

  ‘You want to cum for me?’

  ‘Yes.’

  Lily giggled and held out her hands to me. I placed my hands within hers and she began to pull me into her. I didn’t put up any resistant. I got to my feet. My eyes instantly fell upon her cleavage. Her tits looked so good from here. I could see her erect nipples pointing out from beneath the blouse. Lily smiled at my throbbing cock, as I continued to jerk myself off. She shuffled slightly on the table and pulled her skirt up to the level of her hips. The sight of her naked thighs and pussy nearly made me cum right there and then. At no point did she attempt to take my cock within her grasp. She never had. Touching another man would be like cheating. We were not allowed to kiss, to fuck, or to do oral of any kind. I could touch and she could watch, but that was the limit of this affair. Lily moved to the very edge of the table and spread her legs. It would be so easy for me to push my dick straight into her pussy from here, but that was not what she wanted. She wanted the ultimate temptation.

  I inched forward.

  ‘I want to fuck you so bad, Axel,’ she said.

  She was trying to tempt me.

  Did she want me to do it?

  No. I had made the mistake of pushing a finger in her pussy once before. She didn’t speak to me for nearly three weeks. She just liked to tempt me. She liked to get my blood boiling. It was a game of who could break first. Would she ever be the one to break? I doubted it. She got her kicks from the danger and temptation. I pressed the tip of my long hard cock against the wet lips of her pussy. I loved the moistness of her pussy. Lily pinched her own nipples through the fabric of her blouse and moaned. It took every ounce of self-control not to ram my cock deep inside of her. I started to jerk my hand up and down the shaft of my dick faster than before. The feel of her juices against the tip of my cock was causing bubbles of pleasure to pop within my stomach. I stroked the tip of my dick along the slit of her pussy, as I jerked my hand harder.

  I sighed deeply. Lily moaned softly.

  ‘I’m close,’ I warned her.

  ‘Good. Just think of being inside of me. Think of your long hard cock owning my pussy.’ I did love it when she talked dirty. I would happily listen to her talking like that all night. I could feel the pressure gathering between my legs. The countdown had started. I had passed the point of no return. I just wanted to force the entire length of my cock deep inside her. I wanted to make her mine. ‘I want you to cum. I want you to say my name. Do it now!’

  ‘Fuck, Lily!’

  My cock throbbed and my hips jolted.

  It was like being stuck by a bolt of electricity.

  A warm pressure rushed down through my body like water breaking through a dam. My cock erupted. I looked down between her thighs, as I painted her pussy with cum. My hand was moving so fast that it was nearly a blur to the human eye. Lily was moaning erotically in my ear, as secondary expl
osions sprayed across her wet lips and silky thighs. Every single fibre in my being was screaming at me to push my dick inside of her. I needed to fuck her. I need to know what it felt like to enter her body.

  ‘Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,’ I chanted the words over and over, as I milked my cock for every last drop.

  A moment later I let go of my cock.

  I rested my head upon her shoulder, as I panted for air.

  ‘How did that feel for you?’ asked Lily.

  ‘It felt good. It felt really good.’

  ‘It was so hot to watch.’ I stepped back from her and dropped myself down into the chair. I watched in awe as Lily ran her finger across the slit of her pussy. She licked cum off the tip of her index finger. ‘I love how good you taste. One day I will get to feel your cock in my mouth.’ And with that Lily hopped off the table and pulled down her skirt. Her pussy was still covered in cum, but she didn’t seem to care. I looked up into her eyes, as she looked down upon me. She still looked slightly flustered, but the emotions upon her face had changed. The look of lust was now gone. That friendly look of the restaurant manager had returned. She had got what she wanted and that was the end of it. ‘Right, let’s get this place cleaned up and go home.’

  Lily headed off to the kitchen.

  What had just happened?

  Was that it?

  I looked down at my cock. It was still hard. I was still horny.

  How the fuck does this keep happening? Every night it is the same exact thing. Lily gets me so turned on that I would do anything she asks, but we never do anything. I jerk myself off and she watches. My body is like a ticking time bomb of sexual frustration. I want her so bad. I want to make love to her, but to her this is just a game. It is a twisted game of lust, but no more. I can’t keep going on like this. I want to be in a relationship with a woman that wants me. I love sex. I need sex. I cannot settle for my own hand. If Lily does not fuck me tomorrow night then our relationship is over, but, then again, I say that every night.

  ***

  The End

  Game of Lust: Breaking Point

  By John Sheridan

  Copyright © 2012

  Game of Lust: Breaking Point, John Sheridan

  The game has to end. Lily has manipulated, teased and tempted Axel for six long months. His self-control is like nothing she has witnessed before. All men succumb to the game of lust, but Axel is her Everest. If he does not break, she will. Lily invites Axel back to her home she shares with her make-believe husband. The web of lies is complete. Her mission of seduction begins. By the end of the night one of them will break, but will this be her first defeat? Breaking point is an erotic short story.

  The moment had finally arrived.

  This was the night Axel would break. He had to. I don’t know how much longer I can hold out. The doorbell echoed throughout my silent home, as I rushed down the hallway. I paused momentarily. I needed to sort out my dressing gown. It was my favourite, and very expensive, black silk gown. It reached all the way down to my ankles and covered every inch of skin upon my body. I carefully pulled apart the top of the gown, just enough so that my impressive cleavage was on full display. I ran through a quick mental checklist in my mind. Had I forgotten anything? I had the wine chilling already. I have the wedding ring upon my finger. I had hung all the fake photos. My gown looked perfect. My hair and makeup were exactly how I wanted them. I think I was set.

  I unlocked the front door and greeted Axel with a smile.

  The young man was shuffling nervously outside.

  Unconsciously, his deep brown eyes looked me up and down and then down and up again.

  ‘You look really beautiful,’ he said.

  ‘Thank you,’ I replied, in my sweetest little voice.

  Axel was in his early twenties. He was single. He was handsome. He stood about half a head taller than me and had a slim manly figure. I wouldn’t say he was muscular, but he had a man’s body. He had strong arms, a nice chest, and a good slim torso. I still didn’t understand what he saw in me. I had nearly fifteen years on him and I was curvy. And I know for a fact that many of the pretty young women at the restaurant have been asking him out. For some reason he had turned them all down. I am not afraid to admit that I am heavily attracted to Axel. He is just a really sweet and sensitive person. It is a characteristic you don’t see too often these days. It is something men pretend to be just to get into my knickers, but through our game of lust I know exactly the type of person that Axel is. He is the type of man I could easily fall for. Tonight, Axel was wearing a pair of black jeans and a dark blue short sleeved t-shirt. He was shifting his weight from one foot to another, as he glanced back over his shoulder to the cul-de-sac I lived in.

  ‘Is there a problem?’ I asked him.

  ‘No,’ he replied, with a shake of his head.

  ‘You look nervous.’

  ‘I am. You have never asked me to come to your house before.’

  ‘And that makes you nervous?’

  ‘Yes. You are married, Lily. What will happen if your husband turns up?’

  ‘He is away for the entire weekend. It is just you and I.’

  I looked him dead in the eye, as I stroked my index finger along my cleavage.

  Axle licked his lips and swallowed hard.

  ‘Shall we call this off?’ I asked him.

  ‘No.’

  ‘Well, you have two options. You can go home, or you can come inside and suck my tits.’

  ‘You will let me suck your tits?’

  ‘For as long as you want,’ I told him.

  A smile split his lips. ‘I want to come in and suck your tits.’

  I stepped back from the door and gave him space to enter. Axle took one final look at the street before stepping into my house. I closed the door and flicked the lock. I could see a storm of lust swirling behind the windows of his soul. Axel couldn’t take his eyes off me. This was good. This meant he might actually break. Axel wasn’t the first man I had played this game of lust with. I know it is wrong, but I do enjoy seducing men. I love how they drool over my tits and beg for me to fuck them. Most men will last two, maybe three, encounters before they finally break and the game ends. I love it when they break. It is such a rewarding feeling. Axel and I have been having this kind of relationship for six months. He has lasted longer than any man I have ever known. His self-control is impressive. He had to break tonight. If he didn’t, I would. I am so fucking horny that I could ride his cock all night, but I have to be strong. This is my game.

  ‘It is in here.’

  I led Axel into the living room. The interior lights of the house were all out, but I had already lit a half dozen candles. They were positioned in different corners of the room. It created a peaceful and intimate setting. A wave of tingles trickled down my spine at the feel of his strong hand on my ass cheek. I looked back over my shoulder at him and smiled. He knew the rules. I was his. He could touch any part of my body. He could suck my tits, squeeze my ass, run his tongue anywhere, and cum over any part of my body, but we were not allowed to kiss. I was not allowed to touch him. And no part of his body was allowed inside my pussy. That was off limits.

  ‘Do you want a glass of wine?’ I asked him.

  ‘I am driving. I shouldn’t.’

  ‘You are having one,’ I told him. There was no room for debate.

  He would break, even if I had to get him drunk.

  I stepped out of his reach and back into the hallway. Axel remained in the living room. A smile spread across my face, as I entered the kitchen. This felt so exciting. I was finally going to break Axel. I just had to hide the fact that he got me so wet. Just the feel of his hands upon my body could melt my heart. I fancied the pants off of him. Being in such close proximity to him made my pussy ache. I needed to be strong, stay composed, and show that I was the dominate one in this situation.

  ‘Is this your husband?’ I could hear him ask.

  Axel must have found the photos.

  I had place
d them near the candles.

  The only photos in the room were single ones of me and single ones of a man.

  ‘Yes. That is Steve,’ I lied.

  Steve did not exist. I had realised early on that men get some kind of extra kick out of the game if they thought I was married. It also gives me a good excuse for why they can’t fuck, finger, or lick my pussy. I play the housewife part. I say how I love my husband, but we don’t have sex because of his bad health. This is the justification for why I need to feel wanted by a man. Most men don’t ask too many questions. They just get a buzz out of the idea that they are being bad with a nervous wife that would never betray her husband. I have never had to resort to bringing someone back to my house before, but Axel was a special case. He was my Everest. I downloaded several photos of a guy off the internet, stuck them in picture frames, and hung them around the room. Picking up a fake wedding ring was easy enough. I wore it at work and allowed everyone to think I was married. It was kind of fun having this secret life that no one knew about.

  ‘Are you sure he won’t be back tonight?’

  ‘I am positive.’

  I plucked the wine from the fridge door and located a pair of glasses in the cabinet.

  ‘I just don’t want you to get into trouble,’ said Axel, as he stepped into the kitchen.

  ‘We won’t get into trouble,’ I reassured him. This was so naughty. There really was no danger. I lived alone in this house. Nobody would be coming back, but Axel believed that someone could walk through the door at any moment. That increased the danger level for him. This would mean his heart would be beating faster and his adrenaline would be going through the roof. All of this will help me in breaking him.

  I poured the wine into the glasses.

  I placed the bottle upon the kitchen counter and picked up the glasses of wine.

  ‘Axel...’ I sighed softly, as he reached around and caressed my breasts.

  My tits were tingling.