Night With Mommy

by Sofia Connor

  "Don't you think I want that too Carla? I can't right now baby. Right now, there's fifty million dollars worth of cocaine coming into the country, and he knows," he said pointing to Big Hands as he was walking out the door, "where and when it's going to arrive and who's delivering it. If he fucking knew who either of us were, he'd have no trouble stinging either of us up by our necks, and believe me baby, that would be the nicest thing he'd probably do."

  "Oh -- so you have no problem risking your life and our marriage, but I can't -- is that how it is?"

  "You're acting like a child Carla. Now I want you to tell him you're not feeling well.."

  "Kiss me."

  'What?"

  "Kiss me and I'll leave. Kiss me right now, the way you did when we got married and I'll leave."

  "Carla!"

  "Then I'll meet you outside. I am not leaving without a kiss from you."

  "Carla!"

  I huffed out of the restaurant, and nearly cried. I'd be lying if part of me didn't want to run back home right there and then, but God damn it, this was my husband and I am going to fight for him. I was able to compose myself before I rounded the corner where Big Hands had the car waiting for us.

  Big hands opened the door of his car for me, and I got in the back with the streetwalker while we waited for 'Nicky' to bring out the wine.

  "So how did you and Nicky meet?" the harlot shrieked.

  "We used to be lovers," I mused, fuming, tapping my foot. I must have struck a nerve, causing the whore to shift uncomfortably in her seat.

  "Nicky never mentioned that you twos were lovers."

  "Yeah, that's Nicky. He's good at keeping secrets." "And it doesn't bother you that he's with me now?"

  "I might be, if he was a good lover, but the truth is he's not a good fuck, and he's not all that big," I lied.

  "Oh, I dunno. I think he's all right in that department."

  I swear to fucking God on my life I would have punched her lights out right then if the car doors hadn't opened up and Big Hands and my husband got in.

  "So whatcha twos been talkin about?" Big Hands asked for the second time that night. What the fuck is it with these people and the word "twos?"

  "Nothing!" the tramp giggled.

  "Looks like yous twos been up to something," Big Hands winked. "I hope you two don't have anything naughty planned!"

  "Oh gawd, just turn around and drive will ya," the harlot giggled again whacking him with her blue scarf.

  The ride to the lake to where Nicky's boat was wasn't far, which was good, cause I would have probably strangled the bimbo with her own scarf if I had to sit next to her for more than twenty minutes. I lit up a cigarette, and the bimbo coughed not so politely which made me just fucking pleased as hell that I found a way to irritate her as much as she was irritating me.

  "Would you mind putting that out?" she finally snapped.

  "Oh sorry, I didn't mean to bother you," I lied exhaling in her face before rolling down the window to flick my butt out.

  We set sail under a moonlight sky minus the breeze, which meant Nicky had to use the motor, and I wouldn't have to listen to Nicky's date shrieking. The lake was deserted, not surprising since it was the middle of the week and as Big Hands would say, all the "suckers" had regular jobs to go to in the morning. We had it all to ourselves. When we had got out to the middle of it, Greg stopped the engine and headed to the bow to drop the anchor while the rest of sat in the boat's small cockpit at the stern with and poured the wine. For the second time that night, I felt like I would cry again.

  Greg and I met in college. He was kind of a geek back then I suppose, honoring in political science and working hard while me, well, I was a lot like the sort of girl Greg was dating tonight. Kinda giggly and artificial myself. I suppose I acted that way to get boys. It worked of course, and while I didn't have to try very hard to get some handsome stud to bed me, it kind of got old after awhile when they didn't take me serious afterwards. I'd get the same lines about how they thought I just wanted to have fun.

  I lit another cigarette, and took in Greg's date. "Where did you two meet if I might ask?"

  "Oh Nicky? I never thought I'd meet a guy like him. Isn't he a doll? Let me tell ya, most guys I know can't wait to get into my pants, but with Nicky -- I had to fight to get him out of his!"

  "That's because Nicky, like myself, are real gentlemen," Big Hands said.

  "Yeah, sure. Real Gentlemen," she said rolling her eyes. "Anyhow, who was it, Franky who introduced us?"

  "Yeah, Franky"

  "Anyhow, Franky who is not a real gentleman," she snorted, "introduced us at the club we were just at about three months ago. I thought it was a date, that's what Franky said it was, but Nicky, I dunno! He was just so shy! He was so cute. Still is. Can't believe you dumped him."

  Now I felt a bit sorry for the bimbo. When I was the bimbo back in college, Greg surprised me asking me out, kind of timidly I might add like he was with this girl, but I said no to him. At least this bimbo had the brains to say yes when she saw a good thing. Greg and I both shared a lot of the same classes together, and hung out together a lot, but I saw him more as a kind of nerdy friend than someone I could seriously see myself wanting to be intimate with.

  The fact that he stuck with me as a friend after I flat out turned him down surprised me though. Most guys when you say no would have given me a "I wouldn't want to date an ugly girl anyhow, and I would have given them my "maybe you should try guys," comeback, but Greg stuck with me as a friend. It got to be a routine. He'd date, I'd date and when our dates weren't around we'd knock on each others dorm room to see what the other was up to.

  "So yous twos used to knock around together?" Big Hands asked.

  "A long time ago."

  "And this sorta thing, it's not awkward for you?"

  "A little, but I can handle it."

  "You're sure, cause I wouldn't want to do anything ungentleman like to you in front of my friend over there."

  "Oh stop it. Carla already told you she's fine," Greg's date said. "Isn't that right Carla?"

  "Yes," I said smiling putting my hand on Big Hand's knee again, and knowing that the next words out of my mouth were a lie. "I'm fine." As I sat next to Big Hands, I found myself staring at Greg's ass as tossed the anchor off the bow. Two things made me change the way I felt for Greg in college. First, he got into a serious relationship with a girl named Kristine, who quite frankly was a little bit hotter than I was. He started spending more time with her right around the time I was getting sick of the sort of guys I was dating and looking for a guy that would treat me the way that, well, Greg treated me, and I found myself getting jealous of all the time he was spending with her.

  The second was when I caught Greg naked for the first time. His roommate let me into his door on his way out explaining Greg was in the shower. Greg and I had often kidded around and pulled jokes on each other in college, so I thought I'd get him good by stealing his towel and his clothing while he showered. I was able to sneak in, but had been thinking that the shower curtain was opaque like the one we had in our dorm instead of transparent.

  I also wasn't prepared to see Kristine in the shower with him, on her knees, with Greg's cock in her mouth. I watched as she slowly sucked him, as Greg leaned back against the wall of the shower, and took in all of Greg's features. His wet muscular chest and abs were tense with the pleasure Kristine was giving him, and as she backed off, I noticed how beautiful his cock was, erect and curving, glistening with Kristine's saliva. How I wanted to be on my knees in the shower taking him in my mouth, and to hear him call my name as he came with pleasure.

  It was then I knew I loved him.

  "So you never fell in love or anything like that?"

  "Oh, come on Angelo! Leave the poor girl alone!"

  "I'm just making sure she's having a good time Maria. What's wrong with that?"

  "Nothing's wrong with having a good time. Everyone wants to have a good time. It's the way you said it." />
  "Said what?"

  "Forgetabouit. Nicky, are you coming back over? I'm kinda getting cold back here."

  That's when I fell overboard.

  Greg was trying to squeeze his way past me on his way back from the bow and I was being a bitch and wasn't giving him all that much room to squeeze by. He slipped right into me, and for a second, I held my husband again. I laughed aloud before gravity took over my body and I fell backwards overboard.

  It took only a moment for Greg and Big Hands to pull me back onboard

  "Are you okay?" Greg and Big Hands said in unison.

  "The water is a lot colder that it looks!" I exclaimed, "I'm fucking freezing"

  Greg handed me a towel, the only one on board, and a lot shorter than I needed. "We'll head back in," He said as he headed back to the bow, and looking a bit relieved that this might all be over now. I caught that look. It certainly was not fucking over yet. "No. Don't. I'll be fine."

  "Are you sure baby?" Big Hands asked.

  "Yes -- just help me dry off. Not like I can get these clothes dry anytime soon anyhow. We'll just hang them on the rail to dry." The clothes were stuck to my body pretty hard, and it didn't help that I was wearing tight pants to begin with. Big Hands had to pull pretty hard on my pants to get them off my legs. My panties were stuck to the pants from the inside, and as they slid down my legs, Big Hand's and my husband's eyes darted up to my pussy. When the pants were finally off, I was naked from the chest down. The only thing covering me was my wet bra.

  "Might as well take this off too," I said unhooking my bra.

  For the first time in our marriage I was naked in front of another man besides my husband. I could feel my nipples tingle, partially from the stinging of the cold-water still dripping from the tips of them, and partially from the excitement I was feeling. I was still wet from the dive in the lake, but I was becoming aware of another wetness growing between my legs, and a desire to fill that wetness.

  "Nicky," I said, "be a doll and hang up my clothes please." I handed Big Hands the towel. "Care to dry me off?"

  Greg couldn't keep his eyes off me as Big Hands began to dry my body, and more than once I felt his bare hands roam to my breasts, and around my ass. Soon he was carefully drying my pussy, in long gentle strokes with the towel that was making me more wet than dry. I moaned in encouragement and spread my legs a little more. He dropped the towel completely and rose to kiss me while his fingers, those wonderfully large soft fingers were touching me where only my husband and me had ever touched before. His tongue snaked down my neck and then to my chest where he took my hard nipples into his mouth ever so gently, sucking the water off them that had collected at the tips with his warm mouth. My husband and I had a clear view of each other in the moonlit sky. He's eyes were fixated on mine, but were awashed in pleasure themselves. The blonde bimbo had my husband's cock in her mouth and was giving him from what I could tell an exquisite blowjob. I could recall the tastes and flavors of my husbands cock myself; the musky smell of his balls, the smoothness and warmth of his shaft, and the salty taste of his precum. I licked my lips seductively at him with the tip of my tounge as Big Hand's own tongued snaked down my body to my pussy.

  "You look so good," my husband mouthed to me silently as Big Hands began eating me.

  "So do you," I mouthed back. "I missed you."

  "Me too. I'm sorry"

  Big Hands tounge wrapped itself around my clit in little circles, and I could feel myself getting closer to orgasm, and from the look on my husband's face he was too. I didn't want to cum this way though; I wanted to get closer to my husband. I noticed a small patch of clouds drifting towards the moon and hoped it would be enough to shroud us in darkness so I could feel my husband again. That enough would warrant the risk.

  "Oh," I cried, "I need to be fucked! Please fuck me!"

  Big Hands wasted no time in pulling off his shirt and pants. His cock was enormous, and swayed down in a heavy arc. God I wanted to suck it right then, but I kept my mind on Greg. The only way we'd all be able to fuck was from a standing position. I raised my right leg as he positioned himself behind me, and reached down between my legs grabbing his wonderfully huge cock and began running the head of it up and down my slit, covering it with my juices. My husband Greg was doing the same to the Bimbo. We looked at one another, and as if on cue, I impaled myself on my lover as Greg thrust himself in his.

  "Auugghh!" I cried out as the entire ten inches of his cock slid inside of my body. I felt every inch of him slide past not only my fingers, but inside of me, till his cockhead was resting up against my cervix, and my hands were left caressing his balls. I had never felt so full before, and my pussy was completely stretched around his cock. Big Hands let me rest for a second, allowing me to enjoy warmth of his cock inside of me, and warming my entire body from within from the cold lake water. His arms surrounded my small frame as he began to pump me, his large hands cupping my breasts easily within them.

  As the clouds began to drift over the moon, Greg and I slowly moved towards one another, still riding our lovers. The bimbo and I were soon chest to chest, using each other for support to fuck our lovers. I wrapped one arm around both her and Greg, as my other hand cautiously wander down her body, to her pussy. She cried out as I teased her clit while my husband fucked her, and she was soon thrusting her pussy against both my fingers and my husband at the same time.

  Darkness enveloped us completely as the last patch of light from the moon was blocked out from the clouds, leaving only the sounds of our pleasure, the feeling of each other's bodies, and the smell of sex as our only senses. Taking advantage of the situation, I drew Greg closer for a kiss, and my hand drew from the Bimbo's pussy to my husband's cock I stoked him as he fucked her, from his balls back up to the tip as he thrust out. His own hands found my clit, and I bit his tongue as he rubbed it in tiny circles just as Big Hands had done before. My orgasm was rapidly building as our tongues danced inside each other's mouths. I was awashed in fantasy. With my husband Greg kissing me and feeling only the warmth of bodies around me, I could easily believe that it was his cock inside of me. We both let out a muffled cry in each other's mouth as we all exploded in orgasm, and I let myself believe that it was Greg's cum shooting inside of me, filling me as my pussy contracted around his cock, and milking it for every drop of warm sperm it had inside before leaking out of my stretched pussy and down my legs. We collapsed together in the small cockpit, and I found myself with my head on lying on Greg's chest with Big Hand's cock still inside of me. The clouds began to drift off in the night sky, and as the first rays of moonlight streamed down on our small boat, I saw my husband's eyes and they were full of love for me.

  Greg is still working undercover, though I don't mind anymore since I started working undercover under-the-covers with him. My mission to bring my husband back in my life succeeded and opened up new avenues of sexuality for us both. It also did one other thing that was unexpected. It turned out that Big Hands had one more thing that was big about him -- a big mouth, especially after sex. I learned more about what Big Hands was into in two days than my husband did in two years, which ended up in the long run giving Big Hands and a lot of other bad men twenty years behind bars. Six month after my first undercover case, my husband got a promotion which gave him a nice desk job for awhile which allowed him to come home every night.

  "So do you like it now that I'm home every night," he asked one night after another good fuck.

  "Mmmm, yes.... but I do wonder just one thing."

  "And what's that?"

  "When we're going undercover again?"

  The End.

  The Landlord's Son

  They were nervous, so very nervous, from the moment they'd accepted this was all they could do, but the final few moments before the guy Adriano came round to their little run-down apartment were almost horrific.

  It probably didn't help neither of them had really eaten that day. Even if their kitchen cabinets had held anything particular
ly appetizing, they probably would not have kept it down.

  David had felt a little nauseous since he'd woken up that morning, and he felt certain Evie was of similar mind.

  "We could just go live with my parents," she had been saying on and off for days, weeks.

  "It still wouldn't get either of us a job - and no prospects for one, either. We need to be in the city."

  Now, as they went through the same routine again, there was an added urgency, an underlying terror.

  "But this is crazy. There must be some other way," Evie was saying as they sat around their tiny little kitchen table, a lucky find retrieved from the garbage on a cold afternoon the previous fall.

  "This is real life. There's no one going to help us for nothing."

  David looked at his young bride's wide blue eyes, and sighed, saying gently: "You don't have to do this if you really can't face it, sweetie."

  She looked at him and nodded, and he could see her chest rising and falling with anxious breaths. She seemed to him like a frightened little rabbit, caught in the middle of a highway, unsure which way to turn.

  But she sighed, and said: "There's no alternative."

  David took a deep breath. He said: "You know this won't change anything - between us, I mean."

  "I know."

  "I love you, honey, nothing's ever going to change that."

  "I know."

  The doorbell sounded, and it felt like someone exploding a grenade inside David's chest. He looked across at Evie, saw her swallow, but then she fixed her eyes on his, and dipped her head slightly but decisively.

  He heaved another sigh and got up to go answer the door.

  Adriano, the big dumb brute. David shook his hand, smiles all round like they were best buddies, and as he stepped back to admit their landlord's son into their pokey little hallway, Evie was there behind, almost hiding behind the kitchen doorway.

  She smiled at her husband, demonstrating that she could put on the required veneer.