by Jason Lenov
His voice had dropped what sounded like a full octave. Not only that but it was soaked through with a menace that signalled very clearly the intent behind his question.
I heard Becky pause on the stairs. “He’s out until the afternoon. If you need anything I’ll just be upstairs, okay?”
More silence. Then Becky began to move again.
“Sure thing, Mrs. Adams. Sure thing,” Josh answered. His sneakers squeaked on the tile floor as he walked slowly back to the kitchen. A few seconds later the back door slid open, then shut again.
By the time Becky stepped back into the bedroom my paralysis had returned. My cock seemed to be the only appendage I could feel. My heartbeat was pounding in my ears and the only part of me I could move were my eyes.
She padded softly across the carpet and pressed her body against mine, pinning me to the wall. Her hand rose, palm pressing against my crotch, cupping my balls and kneading them a little. “You like?” she whispered.
I stared at her with my own wild expression. “What are you doing?” I managed to mutter.
“Being your dirty little slut,” she replied, then leaned forward and gently bit my lower lip. “I think Josh nearly popped one off in his shorts just looking at your wife.”
Becky swore a lot. I was used to her profanity. It was yet another delightful contradiction to her personality. But this? Hearing her talk about another man popping one off? This shocked me into silence and set my mind racing for the answer as to why.
The answer came slowly, settled like a heavy weight on my chest that made it difficult to breathe.
She knew. She fucking knew what she had. She knew she was a bombshell and knew that she could use that gift to manipulate and twist men into doing what it was she wanted. Not only did she know it, she was apparently very skilled at doing so.
And she wasn’t just doing it to Josh. She was doing it to me. “You’re not…you’re not actually going to…”
Becky’s smile returned. Pleasant with a wicked line running through it. “I don’t know,” she said with an exaggerated shrug. “You tell me.”
My eyes darted around her expression as I tried to decipher her true intent. Our little game which had started as a fantasy was suddenly becoming very real. “You want to fuck the pool boy?”
Becky grinned wider. “I want what you want, Mr. Adams.” Leaning in she flicked out her tongue and swept it up my neck in a long lick. “I thought you wanted to see me with another man?”
Did I? I’d said that but had I meant it? Like, in real life? That was a very different proposition than just talking out a fantasy. I suppose I had but I’d been talking about Quentin. I hadn’t mentioned anyone else. Where did she get the idea that I’d want her to fuck the pool boy?
Just thinking it hardened me and made my balls swell.
Becky emitted a pleasant murmur as she squeezed my nuts a little tighter. “Feels like you do.”
My heart was pounding in my chest. “Becky this is…it’s so fast. I don’t know if I can…if I can just…” Millions of questions were popping like soap bubbles inside my head. How would I react to actually seeing Becky whore herself out like this? Would it change something between us? Would I even be able to stand it? Or would I rush into the room a moment before he entered her, roaring at Josh to unhand my wife before I killed him?
“What’s the matter Jeff?” Becky teased. “Cold feet?”
I shook my head. “You wouldn’t. You wouldn’t just let another man fuck you like that.” Would she?
Becky shrugged the way she did when she was having a hard time picking something off a menu. “Why not?”
My eyes opened wider. “Because we’re married,” I said through clenched teeth.
Becky rolled her eyes and waving dismissively as if I were being far too uptight about this. “It’s just sex, Jeff. He’s the pool boy. Why not just dive right in?”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Nor could I believe the furious lust that was churning inside me. Did I dare to let her do this? I felt like my own cock was about to pop just thinking about it.
“I’ll tell you what,” Becky said, trailing a finger down my chest in an “S” shape. “Why don’t you get in that closet over there with your phone. I’ll get in the shower and get cleaned up. If Josh makes his way up here once he’s finished we’ll see what happens. If you don’t like what you’re seeing call my phone. Let it ring once and Josh goes away. If you’re having a good time just enjoy yourself.” Sweet Becky smiled at me again. Then she took two steps back and folded her arms across her chest and stared at me with one eye raised.
My eyes raked down her body. I paused at her plump breasts, then stared at her curvy hips and the wisp of wiry pubic hair peaking out from beneath her robe. The thought of another man entering her tightened my insides.
Downstairs the patio door slid open.
Becky didn’t budge. Even as Josh’s sneakers squeaked back across the floor she stood there staring at me, goading me to make my decision.
“Mrs. Adams?” Josh called up. “You up there? I’m done with the pool. It didn’t need much.” Josh paused to listen for a response. He took two more squeaky steps before his footsteps became muffled by the carpet on the stairs. “Mrs. Adams?” he called out again.
I snapped out of my paralysis. Darting to the night stand I grabbed my phone and sprinted toward the closet and slipped in. As I turned around to slide it shut Becky was already there.
She leaned in and kiss me on the lips. “Enjoy,” she whispered.
I was holding my phone so tight it felt like I might break it.
“Mrs. Adams?”
Becky walked over to the bed, rolled onto it onto her back and grabbed the book off her nightstand. “Come on up Josh!” she called out. “I’m just in the bedroom!”
Footsteps padded up the stairs.
From where I was standing I could just make out the edge of the door frame. I had a full view of the bed, albeit with just one eye. I held my breath.
The edge of Josh’s muscular frame appeared in the door.
My eyes darted to Becky. She had her legs crossed but the thin robe she was wearing had fallen open revealing not only her beautifully toned legs but just a hint of one nipple.
Josh stopped dead in his tracks as he saw her and stared.
Becky flashed a smile. “Hey hon,” she said. “You all finished?”
Josh cleared his throat. “Uh, yeah,” he croaked.
Becky adjusted herself on the bed. “That was fast,” Becky said, letting her eyes wander down Josh’s torso and come to a rest on his midriff.
“Pool wasn’t very dirty like I said,” Josh explained.
“Oh,” Becky replied, matter-of-factly. “Hey hon, Mr. Adams forgot you were coming and didn’t leave me any cash. You want to take a cheque? Or I could transfer the money to you. Or, you know, whatever.” At which point she uncrossed her legs and opened them ever so slightly.
A long silence stretched out between them. One which made me worry Josh would hear how hard my heart was pounding. I thought it was going to tear right out of my chest.
“Are you…fucking with me?” Josh growled.
Becky grinned. “Not yet.”
Chapter Six
Josh took a step forward into my line of sight. The bulge between his legs had grown into a fully stiff erection, the outline of which I could see through his shorts. It was…prodigious.
Becky licked her lips.
Josh reached into his back pocket and pulled out his wallet. Flipping it open he pried out a condom wrapper and let the wallet fall to the floor.
Becky frowned. “What’s that for?” she asked.
His expression changed instantly. The certainty with which he’d stepped forward vanished and he cowered like a puppy with it’s tail between it’s legs. “I, uh, I thought…oh shit,” he groaned, trying to stuff the condom back into his pocket, his cheeks burning red.
Becky burst into a delighted laugh at his discomfort.
Setting her book back on the nightstand she swung her legs over the side of the bed and stood up. The loose knot holding her robe together untwisted, the sides of the robe falling open to reveal her body to Josh completely.
I stopped breathing.
Josh just stood there, mesmerized by the sight of the gorgeous naked woman in front of him. “I, uh, I didn’t know if…” he sputtered.
Becky laughed again and flipped her hair over her shoulder. She was glowing. In a way I’d seen before but never like this. I’d been too busy being in love with her to notice how much she enjoyed this sort of attention. My cock throbbed again.
Becky took a step forward.
Josh slouched into an intimidated stance. Cowed not just by her beauty but by how she had turned the situation around and now owned it. Owned him. Her feigned shock at his forwardness, at the implication that just because she was lying nearly naked on a bed that meant she was inviting some sort of sexual attention, had stripped him of his confidence the way a highlander might have ripped off some quivering damsel’s bodice in times gone by.
No doubt Josh understood that in these modern times, you could never be too careful. He was cornered and completely at the mercy of her whims.
“Sweetie I just meant that I don’t do latex. I’m allergic,” Becky explained, her voice kind and motherly. She put a finger under his chin and raised his eyes to meet her gaze. “Would you consider maybe taking another form of payment?” Becky asked with big eyes, sweet and innocent. “Would that be okay?”
Josh swallowed again. His Adam’s apple bulged in his throat as he worked down a copious amount of saliva. “Uh, whatever you want, Mrs. Adams,” he answered.
My heart swelled in my chest at what I was seeing.
Becky smiled. “Oh good,” she said. “You don’t mind going bare then?”
A dark thrill thrummed through me at this, Becky propositioning this nearly trembling young man, asking if he wouldn’t mind inserting himself into her without protection.
“Whatever you want,” he muttered again.
Josh. Poor Josh. A pang of empathy gripped me seeing him standing there, his once potent masculinity cleaving off in crumbling hunks, like a sandcastle melting in the surf. It was sad.
But watching Becky dominate him in this way was hotter than a five alarm fire in the south.
“You ever fuck an older woman before Joshy?” Becky asked, tilting her head, lips pouting out.
Josh gulped and shook his head.
Becky nodded. “Okay. That’s okay. I’ll make sure to be gentle then.”
I could have sworn I saw Josh’s lower lip tremble. He looked awed and a tiny bit terrified.
“Why don’t you get on your knees.” An order, not a suggestion.
A certain terror filled me at this. This was no longer my wife I was looking at. This was a woman I’d never met. This was a succubus, a woman possessed, her smiling but faintly stern expression making it very clear she was about to devour her first victim.
How could I have not have known this about her? How could I not have seen this side of her before? Had she always been like this and I’d just been blinded by lust and love?
A part of me thought of mashing out her phone number on my screen, pressing “call” and letting the phone ring once. My only reason for this would have been to put poor Josh out of his misery. But the more I stared, the more I couldn’t look away.
Josh sank to his knees. He looked up at Becky, hands folded across her chest, one foot pointed slightly out like a schoolteacher about to admonish her errant pupil. He shuddered. His eyes drifted down her body, past the teeny bump of her belly and came to rest on the exposed fronds of her furry muff.
Becky cupped a hand under his chin. She drew him closer until he wrinkled his nose at the way her tangled pubes tickled it. Leaning forward caused her tits to sag, the stiff nipples threatening to poke Josh in the eyes. “Sniff,” she ordered.
Josh complied. He snorted in a whiff of her unclean scent. His cock grew more rigid in his lap.
“Good boy,” Becky said, smiling. Spreading her legs wider she pulled him closer so he had to crane his neck to fit his chin between her thighs. “Now eat,” she commanded.
Josh broke into an immediate wet lapping.
Lust roared into my cock sending a creamy bit of pre-cum to the tip. A bead of it clung there for a moment, then fell, sailing through the dark light inside the closet until it touched the floor and was swallowed up by the carpet.
When I looked up again it was to the sight of Becky with her eyes closed, head tilted back, one fist full of Josh’s hair.
The sloppy sounds of his oral assault sloshed around the room.
Becky at first began rocking back and forth then began swaying Josh back and forth instead, using his tongue like a rag to stimulate herself toward climax. After a minute or so of this her gaze fell. Her eyes opened in a steely stare and met Josh’s frightened gaze. “Put two fingers in my cunt.”
Josh raised a hand, digits obediently stiffened and pressed them up between Becky’s legs.
I gripped my cock and dared a single pump. This brought me so perilously close to my emission that I had to let go and breathe deeply to step back from the brink.
Becky’s snatch swallowed Josh’s fingers with a slurp. She let out a growling moan. “Good,” she purred, still staring at him. “Now pump.”
Josh’s arm turned from bone and flesh to piston, pumping in and out of Becky’s pussy with an eagerness that only a man south of thirty years of age could bring to such an occasion. His eyes glazed over in wonder at the feeling of this creature dominating him.
Becky’s hips began to twist. “Fuck, Josh, yesssss,” she hissed.
Josh mumbled something, the sound swallowed by Becky’s hungry pussy lips.
I saw her toes curl, clutching at the carpet. Her body shook with need.
Before Josh knew what was happening she was sinking to her knees, sending him careening onto his back, face still smashed against her sex. He was forced to remove his fingers from her as she brought her whole weight down against his chin and began to grind against his mouth.
Becky reached up with a hand and played with her hair. The other came to her breast, kneading the supple flesh and pinching the nipple to an even stiffer state. “Fuuuuuck,” she warbled as she approached release. Her eyes shot open.
Beneath her Josh’s face burned red.
Becky met my gaze. Her blue eyes must have seen my one eye leering through the slit between the closet door and the frame. Her mouth fell open. “Oh God!” she screamed. Her contractions began.
To my vulgar delight a froth of clear mucus spewed from between her legs, splattering all over Josh’s face and chin. As I watched Becky squirting her fluids into Josh’s waiting mouth, I realized that it hadn’t been that long ago that I’d deposited my own inside her. I wondered if Josh was getting a taste of my seed, a side dish to the generous helping of Becky’s lubricant he was being forced to swallow in order not to drown in it.
Becky’s orgasm seemed to stretch on for an eternity. She squealed. Her body shook. When her shoulders slumped I realized it was over.
Josh moaned beneath her.
Becky sighed, rose up on her knees, then swung a leg over his chin and stood up, the picture of elegance.
Josh stayed on the carpet, covered in her wetness and gasping for air, his cock as hard as it had been when he’d entered the room.
Becky pulled her hair back into a ponytail and tied it with the band she had around her wrist. She sauntered over to the bed and lay down, letting out a contented sigh.
Not a moment later Josh was scrambling to his feet, pulling his shorts down, cock springing out the tip already sniffing the air for the source of heat it meant to skewer.
Becky pouted. “Oh Josh,” she said, yawning. “Hon I think I’m too exhausted. That was delightful though.” She smiled at him.
Josh froze.
I could see in his eyes and in the tension in his bod
y how much ache he carried. How desperately he needed release. And how he knew that consent had been withdrawn and, despite being a beach bum, how he knew his place.
“Maybe next time?” Becky said.
“Uh…yeah,” he grunted. “Sure thing.” And though his cock was lurching, already leaking a little, he gathered up his things and practically crawled to the door, doubled over from the pressure in his nuts. He turned his head and shot Becky one last pleading glance.
“Make sure to close the door on your way out, kay?”
Josh disappeared. His sneakers didn’t even squeak before the door latched shut downstairs.
I threw open the door to the closet and stepped out, my own manhood stretched to it’s very breaking point by what I’d seen, ready to claim what was rightfully mine by love and law.
Becky’s hands shot out, palms facing the ceiling. “Ta-da!” she said.
Chapter Seven
I lunged at the bed like an animal, livid with the lust coursing through my veins. Before I landed Becky splayed her legs in welcome and I caught a glimpse of the filthy mess left there by Josh’s slurping. She’d defiled him and she loved it.
I could not have known that love could run so deep.
My prick found her sloshing entrance by it’s heat. My hips flexed, jabbing my aching dick into the hot, wet velvet of her pussy. I groaned and shot forward like a rocket racing toward release.
I did not fuck her. My fuck erupted out of me, impaling my cock inside of her so deeply with such a force and tempo that the bed started to shake.
Becky’s mouth fell open. She put her hands on my shoulders, bracing against my furious rut. “Oh Jeff,” she whimpered.
I barely heard it. My ears were ringing, my whole attention focused on the way her tight slit was swallowing my dick, suckling at it, squeezing it’s root at the apex of each thrust, milking it for life itself.
It came quickly. Drawing up and out of the sack slapping at her ass, it squeezed through my vas, a hot and sticky thing. Tighter, tighter, tighter until my prick reared it’s head like a serpent about to strike. Instead of biting, it began to spit.