Chapter 10
The lengthening absence of the Crawfords puzzled the Rodans. Terri's mood swing must have been more of a challenge than David could possibly cope with. Perhaps things had gone too far. The Rodans certainly didn't subscribe to this form of recreation on a regular basis.
"What do you think went wrong?" Robert asked aloud. "I've never seen her attitude dampen like that. She's generally a cheerful person."
Nancy shrugged. In a remote corner of her mind, she began to see part of the reason. Terri was an idealist. Her thought patterns were primarily erotic. Did Terri fulfill the last of her fantasies during the night? Was there nothing left to sustain her imagination? She knew she had to talk privately with her to learn the truth.
Robert placed his hand on her shoulder. "Where are you going?"
"To see Terri."
He whirled her around. "Or, perhaps, to see David?"
"Why would I want to merely see David."
"Maybe just seeing him isn't essentially your motive."
Nancy spotted the wave of jealousy in her husband. He hadn't felt so strongly about her being with David five minutes ago. "Don't tell me you feel...threatened?"
"Should I?"
Nancy shook her head. "You're talking nonsense. Besides, I surely didn't suffer when you were getting sucked off by Terri. Or when you fucked her brains out."
Robert winced. His wife didn't always use that kind of language; Terri was responsible for her graphic vocabulary. Only in bed, in the heat of passion, did those phrases come from her lips. "Your descriptions leave much to be desired."
"As long as that's the only undesirable part of me," she murmured, jerking from his grasp. She scanned the heavy shrubbery. "I believe they went off in that direction."
His hand clamped down on her again. "Please, baby, don't go. Stay here, with me."
"Why?"
"I don't know. They might be having a sensitive discussion. Let's wait until they return."
"David may require my intervention."
"So, it is David you're seeking."
Nancy shook her head. "You seriously believe I prefer him to you?"
"You enjoyed him sexually, didn't you?"
Nancy raised a brow. "The next thing I'm going to hear is that you despised your involvement with Terri."
He lowered his head. "I'm not about to confess I wasn't responsible for my conduct. I acted clearly on impulse, as did you."
"I'm glad to see you accept that version. I wouldn't want to get blamed for arranging some wild orgy in which you had no wish to partake."
"Is that how you sum up this weekend? As an orgy?"
She smiled. "It strongly resembled one to me."
The strange look in his wife's face disturbed Robert. He couldn't believe they were having this exchange. Nancy had been a warm, caring person sensitive to his needs; he saw very little sign of that character in the person standing before him. He ached for the old Nancy, praying it wasn't too late.
He moved closer to her, molding his man's body to hers. He pressed his groin to the crack of her ass and rubbed. She was velvety, luscious. "I love you, baby," he groaned. "I want you to stay with me. Let the Crawfords work out their troubles by themselves."
Nancy wasn't keen on the way he was touching her. Though she was determined to leave, Robert intuitively knew which hot buttons to depress. His feel brought a flood of sizzle. "Please, Robert, don't-"
"I really need you, babe," he went on, brushing his mouth to the nape of her throat. "There's nobody like you in the world. Nobody I'd rather be with."
His hand slid around her and cupped her mound. She shivered as he powerfully massaged it, then drew her back against him. The warm bulge of his cock ground into her.
"Ohhhhhh," she sighed, enfeebled by his cunt-affecting strokes. "No, Robert, ohhhhh, I don't want it now. I've got to go see-ohhhhh."
"Sure you do, babe. You don't want to leave. You want to stay here. You want me. I know you do."
"Oh, God, please, not now-" She quickly realized exactly how futile were her protests. He stoked the flames of white-hot desire with his lavish rub. She clenched her teeth as his hand found her clit. He thumbed the swollen bud, coaxing her response. Nancy balled her fists and fought the sensation Robert was famous at kindling. Her cunt was a seething inferno. Gradually he was bending her will, shaping it to satisfy a whim he instituted for them both.
The way he massaged her made her know he had a hard-on. After strongly introducing that thought with a lasting rotation of his hips, he muttered, "I'm gonna take it out and put it in your pussy."
Nancy trembled. "Oh, God-"
Robert eased his shorts over his inflamed crotch, feeling the fabric prickle his hair-rough thighs. His cock sprang heavily from imprisonment and thudded against Nancy's buttocks. "Feel that, baby-that's how hard I am for you. That hard-on isn't for Terri. It's for you." He pulled her up to him and began massaging the sweet division of her ass-cheeks. "Oh yeah, you know how good it always felt when I fucked you with it. Doesn't this feel good right now? Hmmm?"
With a soft moan, she nodded. Her resistance waned. She was rapidly losing this battle. Robert's will was far stronger. Even as he caressed her thighs and prepared for entry, she was powerless to stop him. Despite her verbal challenge, her body rebelled and declared its true feelings. She wanted him very much.
His persevering fingers reclaimed her clit. "Christ, you're wet. Wet for me, baby, huh?" he whispered in her ear, sending an outbreak of goose bumps along her spine. "You want my cock?"
"Yes."
He laughed in relief. "I was afraid you had gotten tired of me."
Her lips curved. "Not a chance. I'll never lose interest. Never."
"Oh, baby, I want to play with your tits," he whispered in her ear, "grab your pussy." Just as the husky promise rolled from his tongue, he gathered up her boob in his other hand. His thumb flicked at her stiff nipple. "Look at yourself, babe. See how aroused you are?"
Nancy couldn't deny the fact. She knew of the luster in her cheeks; the parting of her wide, sensual lips; the telltale sparkle in her eyes. She didn't require a mirror to affirm her suspicions. Robert buried his mouth into the female essence of blonde hair. He enacted the role of satyr perfectly.
His hand moved between her legs. Jolts of pleasure made her arch her heels, straining to meet his jiggling. "I love touching you. I always have. Nobody has ever been softer. Nobody gets me hot the way you do."
"Ohhhhhhhh."
"It always seems to get better, whenever we're together. I guess we learn more about pleasing each other every time."
"Ohhhhhh."
"I love you so much, Nancy. So much, it hurts."
"Oh! Ohhhhh!" His fingers jerked faster, urging her to respond. The stimulation was astounding. Her clitoris sizzled as he hastened to facilitate orgasm.
"Don't stop!" she pleaded, shaking. "Please, ohhhhhhh! I'm almost there. I'm.. .ohhhhhh! Ohhhhhhhh!"
"Cum in my arms, Nancy. Cum with my arms wrapped around your sweet body. You're so sexy when you cum. Oh yeah. You should see how your eyes get just before you have an orgasm. I grow inside your pussy, watching. Oh baby, I love when you get excited. Knowing it's me you're responding to, that my cock is getting you excited with every stroke, every thrust, drives my engine. Mmmmmmm. That's what makes me cum so hard in your pussy." He fingered her urgently. "Go ahead. Cream for me, baby-cream for me!"
"Ohhhhhhhhh-"
Robert felt the tension in her body ebb as she collapsed against him. She leaned her face on the firm ridge of his muscled torso. Now he would spare her nothing. He took his cock in his hand, then pushed her until she was hunched over a rock. "I'm going to fuck you now. You've got me all hot. I need to be in your warm, juicy snatch."
He guided himself into her sluiced cunthole. His thing sank into her succulent passage while she moaned her breathless receptivity.
Christ, it felt right, he thought as his hard shaft sank between her soaked pussy lips. His cock tingled with satisfaction. He began stroking her, measuring each thrust. He wanted her to realize what she hadn't had for the last few hours.
"Feel good, baby?" he grunted, hoisting her up with his palms cupping her tits. "You like the way I fuck you?"
"Yes, I always did."
His voice deepened. "Me, too. I like it best with you."
Though Nancy was in the throes of rapture, she saw the accuracy of his statement. "Yes. Only with you, baby. I only like fucking you."
"We can't get this kind of pleasure anywhere else. You need my cock, and I need your pussy. You need what it does to you, and I need what it does to me." The hurt was distilled from his voice as he pushed into her hot squish. The gratification was almost too great to continue. No matter what David Crawford had hanging between his legs, Robert was convinced he had more than enough to satisfy this woman-and then some. "Oh, yeah, take it, take my big cock up your pussy. Uhhhhhh."
"Ohhhh!" she cried. "Robert, I'm going to cum!" Her eyes glazed over as she got caught up in their frenzy. Robert was about to pour all he had into her cunt. "Ohhhhhh!"
"Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!"
Nancy neared collapse just as the Crawfords stepped from the bushes. Their peaceful faces nearly escaped her as she went into a energy-sapping convulsion.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh."
Terri saw Nancy panting while Robert leaned over her. Sweat poured from his face. Drops fell from Nancy's erect nipples. Their vision was arousing. She turned to her husband and pumped his hand. He returned her pressure affectionately, then gave a wink.
"Oh, God," Nancy moaned as Robert pulled himself from her cunt.
Terri saw his rock-hard cock moist from his wife's pussy stand between his legs. Orgasm hadn't dulled his powers. He looked ready for more.
"Jesus," Robert muttered, wiping the trickling film from his forehead. The tender caress he gave his wife reaffirmed his need for her.
Terri whispered to her husband. "I do believe it's time to go. The Rodans are well on the road to recovery, as well."
David took his wife into his arms. He was thankful for this weekend. It was a sweet revelation, and a verification of their eternal friendship.