Don stroked her long, dark hair out of her face and leaned down to kiss her mouth, and then perching on the chair in my hallway, he took one of her breasts, and her hard nipple into his mouth. He pushed her down onto her hands and knees, his hands running all over her back, her behind, assessing her as though she was some kind of beast in an auction, or slave in a market.
For a while he was just exploring her, holding her by the rope that bound her wrists, kissing her, pressing his face to her flesh and breathing her in. Stroking her hair, her breasts, her thighs, her butt.
Then he stood, and urged her up onto her feet again with that rope. He led her through to the bedroom, standing her by the bed, kissing her mouth, her breasts, squeezing and kneading her buttocks, framed by the black garters she was wearing.
This wasn't just a hook-up. This wasn't merely a one night stand. This was two new lovers taking their time to explore one another — or at least he was taking his time exploring her, since he was clearly in it for the control just as much as she was in it to be controlled. He'd lusted after her for a long while, and now he'd been granted what he'd wanted so badly, he was going to make the most of it.
I was so hard watching them together. This was so much more powerful an experience than watching her with a random fling. Bella was quietly stroking my granite-hard shaft through my pants with her head, rubbing up against it like a cat marking its territory. And there was nothing I could do.
Don urged Heidi back down onto her knees, perching on the edge of the bed himself to continue exploring her breasts with his mouth, her neck, her mouth. Still holding her by that rope, as though she were his possession, not his lover. He sucked on her breasts and reached between her thighs to caress her mound, to touch her sex. I would bet serious money that she was already soaking wet for him.
Heidi was already breathing deeply, moaning, I'd never seen her as into it as she was with this guy. It was both heart-wrenching and unbelievably thrilling at the same time to me. She was incredibly beautiful, and so completely unlike the Heidi who had turned up on my doorstep asking for my help.
And though I did my best, I had never owned her in the same way as Don was owning her right now. His presence, his attitude, his confident command of her person were all so natural, so right, and so what Heidi craved. It made everything I'd done to dominate her seem like some kind of b-movie acting effort.
Was this the real Don? How had Bella turned Donny into this man so quickly?
As he continued to stroke her between the thighs, Heidi was sucking on his mouth and reaching for his crotch. Don broke away from her to sit back on the bed a little further, then he was unfastening his belt while Heidi caressed his bulge through his pants.
She climbed onto the bed, kneeling over him, pulling out his hardness, her fingers curling around its ample girth, her lips parting over its tip. The way she was over him, Heidi had her butt pointed at us, showing just how little of her sex was covered by the black lace thong she wore. It was almost a g-string. I could see just how wet she was. I could smell just how wet she was.
Heidi sank down on him, and it seemed to me that with every moment she was getting accustomed to his size, getting more and more of his length in her mouth. She was tending to him affectionately, it seemed to me. It was more than the simple excitement of experiencing a cock other than mine. She was moving with more grace than I'd seen before, she was moaning and sighing more than ever, showing how much she was enjoying being with Don.
Was she slipping away from my grasp? It was a frightening prospect, and yet the bottom line was that I wanted her to find someone else, I wanted this to happen. This was like some weird rollercoaster ride — I was both terrified and at the same time filled with adrenaline, experiencing the biggest rush ever.
Don coaxed her up onto her feet again, and I started feeling this strange pressure: it was the realization that this was it, he was going to fuck her. I felt that once he did that, somehow the transaction would be complete, he would own her. Looking at Heidi as she stood, as Don stood with her, turning her on her high heels as he kissed her chest, as he removed her bra, it seemed to me that Heidi was experiencing the same realization I was, that this was a big step for her. For us.
Don removed his jacket and his hands were all over her topless body again as they kissed some more. So much kissing, more so than with any other guy. It really did heighten the tension for me. He turned her as his hands closed around her bare breasts, as though he was purposefully showing her off to me, taunting me now that he had her.
He kissed her shoulders and removed the rest of his clothes. I was impressed at how toned he was. Don, even as harmless Donny, had been a regular gym user. My guess was he had probably felt it was his best way to entice a lover, before winning the lottery in scoring Heidi. Naked, his huge member so disturbingly apparent, he perched on the edge of the bed and began planting kisses around Heidi's hips, over her behind, enjoying the sight of her in those stockings and garters.
Then he was pulling her onto his lap, her stocking-clad legs moving over his with a sigh of nylon on skin, her knees slipping down to rest beside his hips, her lace-clad pussy crushing up against his large erection.
I caught my breath as I saw her reposition herself slightly, pull her thong aside, then sink slowly down on his hard cock. My stomach felt squeezed by some invisible vice: he was inside my Heidi. And at the same time my heart raced, my own hardness throbbed.
Heidi opened her mouth wide and moaned, cried, whimpered as he slid that great thing into and out of her pussy, stretching her, filling her completely, making her feel so desired, so sexy, so unbelievably satisfied. It was the biggest argument in favor of this experience for me, getting to witness her like this, detached, independent. Appreciating the beauty of a woman being fucked to within an inch of her life.
There was no condom, no barrier between them. Heidi felt safe with Don — well, he hardly had a reputation for being a ladies' man, he'd been quietly pining for Heidi for so long he probably hadn't slept with anyone for months — and Don felt safe with Heidi, it seemed.
Only as the initial shock of seeing her fucking him wore off, and I became a little more accepting of the sight of her moving on his lap, pumping his length with her tight pussy, did I come to notice that my own cock was free of my fly and enclosed in a female hand.
I looked down and Bella was smiling up at me as she stroked my hardness, her other hand was under her skirt, tucked between her thighs, no doubt stroking herself as we watched Heidi riding her new man. I didn't stop her. It felt good, and it seemed like more effort to stop her than it was worth. I liked that she was enjoying the sight of Heidi and Don as much as I was. It made her interesting to me that she had somehow gotten involved in this unconventional arrangement of ours. It made her attractive to me, in a way her striking good looks had failed to do thus far.
Bella was no longer the blandly perfect blonde, there was a little kink to her. So she could play with my hardness if she liked. For now. Until I figured out just what was going on.
It wasn't long before Don rolled Heidi over on the bed, taking more charge as he squeezed his huge cock inside her, lying over her and between her thighs, dominating her completely, his muscles flexing as he thrust into her, a slight sheen of perspiration glistening all over his body.
He rolled her over, urged her up onto her hands and knees. He didn't dive straight back in, however. He reached for something on the floor, and I couldn't quite understand what he was doing. Then he was there, Heidi's phone in his hands again, and as he climbed onto the bed and knelt between her legs, slowly sliding that huge great cock inside her from behind, he was taking pictures again.
He wanted me to accidentally stumble onto the evidence that he was fucking Heidi. It made me smile.
After a little while he dropped the phone, however. He had more pressing matters to focus on. He grabbed her hips and pounded into her from behind, making her cry out as he fucked her hard, deep, a real beast with his beauty
. It was almost hypnotic to watch him piston into her, Heidi rocking back and forth from his impacts, the grunting and groaning interspersed with the dull thud of his body slamming against hers.
Heidi collapsed on the bed after a while, but Don kept on fucking her, covering her body with his, rocking the whole bed as he plunged between her buttocks, making her squirm, making her shiver, making her shudder under him.
Heidi came with a great cry as he pumped into her. She came again as he turned her over and thrust into her missionary-style once again. She came as he slowed and spooned with her, lying beside her in such a way that we voyeurs behind the curtain could see everything of their copulation, his big hard shaft disappearing inside her reddened, swollen pussy time and time again. It seemed to me she was getting her own back on me for restricting her orgasms. Well, she had been told to wait until Don made her come. Now he was making her come again and again.
Finally he thrust into her as she lay back on the bed, clutching one of her thighs as he powered into her, and it was clear to all that he was approaching his own peak. He didn't remain inside her, however. Pulling out, he tugged on his own shaft a few times, and as he grunted and groaned above her, his huge cock erupted in his hands, streaming white cream all over her body — her upper chest, her breasts, her stomach, her panties, her pussy. It just kept on coming, jet after jet spraying out over her, an impressive volume.
It was as though he was marking her as his property. And Heidi looked down on her come-streaked body and smiled contentedly, loving the sight of him firing his seed all over her, adoring the way he used her and now seemed to possess her.
I stopped Bella from continuing to massage my own hardness: now that Heidi and Don had slowed to a halt, pausing to take it all in, I was concerned they might hear Bella stroking me, or that she might make me moan to the point that Don would discover us. The blonde student nodded her acceptance, and begrudgingly relinquished her hold on my hardness.
Don was leaning over Heidi, and the two of them were smiling as they gazed into each other's eyes, besotted, recovering their breaths in between more kisses.
We watched Don lie beside her on the bed, saying to her, "Your other boyfriend make you feel like that?"
Heidi said, "No, not like that." Smiling at him. It made me burn inside. But I couldn't deny that the two of them had the kind of chemistry I could never concoct with Heidi, as much as I'd enjoyed being with her, as much as I desired her now that she was as insatiable as she had become.
"When are you seeing him next?" Don asked as they lay there.
"I don't know. Maybe tomorrow. It's up to him."
"It shouldn't be. It should be up to me."
I felt the hairs rise on the back of my neck, and yet underneath the subconscious rivalry I suddenly felt with Don, the rational part of me was rejoicing. Let him have her. I'd always said she needed someone better than me.
"It should be," Heidi said, quietly rubbing his come into her skin over her breasts, her stomach.
Don said, "I want to see you tomorrow night."
"Okay..."
"Do whatever you need to make him reschedule."
"I'll try."
"No trying. I'll see you tomorrow."
I looked at Bella, and she smiled and shrugged, as though to tell me silently that this had been how I'd wanted it. I'd wanted her to be with Don. I'd suggested that he appeal to her desires by being the alpha male, by bringing out her submissive side. Who could have told that underneath the surface, the inner Donny had been an alpha male all along? At least sexually.
At last, we watched Don pick himself up from the bed, to pull on his clothes.
"You can stay if you like," Heidi said, and it made me feel that she'd forgotten about me, forgotten that I was here.
Don said, "I know." It made me think of Han Solo in Return of the Jedi, answering Princess Leia when she told him she loved him. But nevertheless Don continued dressing, pulling on his shirt, his pants, his shoes, his jacket.
"I'm tired," he said as he dressed, "you're tired. Probably best we get some sleep, right?"
"Uh-huh."
"I'm going to want some rest before I see you again. Before I fuck you again."
Heidi's smile was plastered all over her face at the thought of Don fucking her again. Well, wasn't that the whole point of all this? Making her happy. And despite the green monster inside me, the jealousy burning away in my stomach, I did feel an intense arousal at knowing I was making her happy by bringing this man into her life.
"Maybe you should come to my place tomorrow night," Don said as a near-naked Heidi escorted him back out into the living room, over to the apartment front door. The way he said it made me feel like somebody was unclipping the safety wire just before I was to walk a tightrope.
"That would be nice," she said.
I guess if I wanted her to get into a new long-term relationship, I'd have to accept giving her up.
They were kissing again on the doorstep. Don opened the door and thought nothing of holding Heidi there even though she was wearing nothing more than stockings, garters and her panties. He seemed to take pleasure in the risk of a neighbor happening by, seeing him with her. And Heidi wasn't objecting, either. She just wanted him, wanted to be possessed by him.
"See you tomorrow," Don said as they finally parted.
"Uh-huh."
"You should wear that short skirt again at rehearsal," he said. "Or something like it. You looked good in that."
"Okay."
She was all smiles as the door finally closed between them.
Chapter Seventeen
I was hesitant, I have to admit. I froze as Heidi closed the door on Don, leaving her alone out there, no doubt ready for me to approach her. It was something about following on from such an experience that stopped me. I felt like a musician having to go on stage and play to a stadium crowd after the Rolling Stones or Pink Floyd or U2 or The Who had just blown everyone's mind.
It was Bella who pushed me out from behind the curtain. I looked back at her and she signaled with both hands: go on, go on. Smirked at me, knowing I was virtually drooling with lust having seen Heidi fucked so powerfully right in front of me.
"What about..." I started to say.
She shook her head. "Distract her. I'll show myself out," she said. "I'll be fine."
I nodded, and walked cautiously out of the bedroom — cautious, because I didn't want Don to suddenly knock to come back in, changing his mind about staying with Heidi, maybe sleeping overnight.
Heidi was leaning back against the front door now, gazing at me as I came out to her, the biggest smile ever plastered over her lips. Freshly fucked by someone who actually meant something to her, she was irresistible to me.
I glanced down, and decided that if I slumped down onto the couch, and Heidi came to me, she would be facing away from the bedroom door, leaving Bella an opportunity to make a clean getaway. Oh, I could probably have opened up about Bella being here too, watching the two of them with me. I just didn't want any complications just now.
I got comfortable on the sofa and Heidi surprised me a little by dropping down onto all fours, slinking her way toward me across the floor like some kind of panther, reveling in how I was looking at her, how much I wanted her after her experience with Don.
"Hi," I said as she came near.
"Hi," she grinned.
"You have a good time?"
"Oh yes."
"You look so good," I said, and I really couldn't believe how good she looked in those stockings and garters. Heidi, who I'd stopped seeing as even remotely attractive as our marriage had run aground, was like some sizzling hot model or actress to me now. I'd pick her over some gorgeous celebrity.
"You still want to see me after seeing me with Don?" she said, joking or not.
"I want to see all of you," I said.
She climbed up onto the wooden coffee table in front of me, knocking off a few magazines, a drinks coaster, whatever. Posing for me, loving how
sexy she felt, how sexy I obviously thought she was. She perched on the edge of the table and started fondling her breasts for me, running her hands all over her body, touching her pussy through her black lace thong.
It was like some sex show. She pulled her thong aside and started touching herself in front of me, stretching her stocking-clad legs apart so I could see everything.
"You want me to go take a shower?" she said.
"No."
"Even though I'm really, really dirty?"
I couldn't help but pull out my manhood, stroke it as I watched her teasing me. I wasn't going to sit back for long, though.
"I like it when you're really, really dirty," I said, slumping down onto my knees in front of her, leaning into her, between her legs. Kissing her beside her pussy, around it, breathing in that strong, dangerous scent of sex that now surrounded her.
Tasting her sopping wet pussy.
"You don't care that he was just fucking me?" she asked, and she knew the answer well enough after our past experiences. She was just teasing me.
"Nope."
She sighed as I sucked on her pussy lips, as I delved my tongue in her soaking groove, lapping up her wicked tangy juices. What can I say? I'm a pervert, no doubt. She was so gorgeous after sex — her flushed cheeks, those stiff nipples, the hint of perspiration over her body, in her hair.
She held her panties aside for me, and I ate her with abandon, making her moan, making her pant. Making her come, now that it was allowed.
I sat back on the couch and it was her turn to go on her knees, brushing her long brown hair out of her face, sliding her hands up my thighs, pushing her face up just next to my perpendicular manhood.
"Can I suck on it, please?" she asked.
I smiled, and reached out to stroke her cheek, then press my hard cock against it. I rubbed my length all over her face, and she was moaning, loving my control, loving how I used her. I surprised myself by how well I fit into her fantasy. Well, she'd fit into mine well enough.
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