Chapter 10
In red bra and matching panties, and red heels, Barbara welcomed Dwight into her room. She'd just known he would show up eventually, and she'd wanted to make sure to give him his fiat reward right off the bat.
She slinked het arms around his neck and greeted him further with a lasting, increasingly soulful kiss. He seemed reluctant to respond, but she drew it out of him, claiming more and more of him as the smooch played on.
She insinuated her tongue past his lips, and when he mouth opened to it, she stabbed silkily in and out. His probe lifted into a flirtatious duel with hers, then both tongues coiled together in the pressing cavern of their joined mouths.
"Glad you could make it," Barbara purred.
"I can't believe I'm here," he responded with a mixture of dread and excitement. "With you of all people."
"I hope I won't be too much of a shock to your system," she said to that, "when I show you what I've got in mind."
"Now that I'm here I'm looking forward to it," he confided.
"Good," she purred. "Now let's get you out of these clothes." She started by pushing his jacket off, then reached for his tie. Dwight toed his shoes off and stooped slightly to remove his socks.
Tie off, Barbara took hold of the front of his pants and led him toward the bed. She sank into a seat on the edge of it in front of him. She started unbuttoning his shirt and let him finish as she got him out of his pants. His boxer shorts went to his knees with a yank and then dropped about his ankles.
His cock was taking on some size, at its own pace. Eager to stir things up, Barbara brushed her hands over Dwight from the thighs to nipples a few times and leaned forward to blow hot air onto his pecker. It gave a jerk of response and appeared to want to hurry up after that.
Barbara let her hands drift down to his hips and then softly rub it toward the base of his cock, his bush and his balls. Her right hand curved underneath as her left hand tilted over the top, and her forefingers rubbed on his cock base as she caressed his nuts and stroked over his wiry bush.
She made frequent eye contact with Dwight, glinting up at him temptingly, flirtatiously, sometimes naughtily. He appeared captivated, as if taking part in something new and wonderful. And it wasn't cheating on his wife. It had something to do with Barbara. She was showing him something he hadn't experienced before.
He had said that Rachel could be pretty passive, and while that didn't sound like the Rachel that Barbara knew, she didn't think he was making it up. She couldn't figure out Rachel's reasons for being that way with Dwight, but she was glad Rachel was. It gave Barbara an edge with Dwight, gave her something that he wanted.
"I'm gonna suck your dick now, lover," she softly crooned up at him. "I'm gonna make you the hardest you've ever been."
He broke into a wide, delighted grin. "Are you?"
"Watch this."
She ducked down to scoop his elongating but still pliant pecker into her mouth. She swept to his base, pulling her fingers out of the way so she could press her lips up against his body. She rotated her head, grinding her lips on his base and twisting his cockshaft inside her mouth and throat.
Clamping down with luscious suction, she retreated to his front end, stretching his cock out in the process. She swept forward and pulled back again, giving his dick another lewd pull, and continued like that, kneading and manipulating his prick into a swollen, rigid pole.
Barbara slipped her mouth off of Dwight's gleaming cock with a juicy slurp and admired her handiwork. The pecker stood straight out from his groin, throbbing with excitement and eagerness. It looked great, but she had promised more.
"How do you like me so far?" she asked him.
"I'm speechless. I've never been attacked like that before. It's incredible."
"Well, let's see what else I can do," Barbara said.
She took his hard-on into her left hand and tilted it up out of the way as she leaned in to get at his balls. Fingering behind his sac, she drew his nuts out to her tongue, washing over and across them with warm, velvety licks.
Wet kisses followed, and then she fingered his balls into her mouth. She pushed her lips up firmly against his groin and caressed him with another rotating motion, at the same time stirring his nuts around in the wet warmth of her mouth.
She applied a similar caress to his sac and pulled away, squeezing his nuts in the bottom of the tightening pouch. Holding them in that snug squeeze, she scraped and scrubbed over their clearly defined outlines with a busy tongue.
His cock seemed to surge against her hand, swelling outward and turning to steel in her fist. It throbbed with heat and energy.
Barbara softened her oral hold on Dwight's balls, snuggling up against his groin again, but then applied another long, drawn-out suck to his nuts and tickled them mercilessly with her quick, fluttering darting tongue.
Finally, letting Dwight's tingling nuts spill from her mouth, she wetly smooched her way up to the tip of his pecker. She took the broadly flared tip between her lips and smoothed down toward the base of the shaft.
For lasting moments, she ran her mouth over Dwight's hard-on. She rested her hands on her knees and rocked her body to and fro, sliding and slurping over his in-credibly rigid rod.
Dwight moaned breathily. "Gawd, I've never felt anything like this. Rachel hardly ever does it, and never like this. Fantastic."
It was hard for Barbara to believe they were talking about the same Rachel. There was something going on here that just didn't make sense. That wildcat never going after Dwight, preferring him to come to her? Impossible. Unless she was playing some kind of game with him. Which was all too possible. The bitch.
Barbara brought her left hand back up to Dwight's cock, curling her fist about the throbbing shaft in a loose grip. Concentrating her mouth on the outer portions of his pecker, she started jacking her hand to and fro on his saliva-slickened shaft, doubling the stimulation, doubling his fun.
"You're too much," Dwight said, almost laughing in enjoyment. "Oh, this is a whole new perspective. I always thought pleasure was a man's responsibility. But you sure can handle it, can't you?"
"Why not?" Barbara answered. "I'm a big girl. I can do all sorts of things."
"I'm a big boy. I can take it."
Her hand slowed on his cock, now covering its full length with its jacking strokes as she looked up at him. "Is that an invitation?" she smiled.
"It's encouragement," he answered.
Barbara took him at his word. She had every reason to, him responding to her as he was. This was new to him, but obviously he could handle a sexually assertive woman -- not to mention appreciate and enjoy her.
Did Rachel know that? Or did she simply think he required passiveness from her and played the role to keep him amused? And to keep herself in luxury? Now that was sounding more like the Rachel that Barbara knew.
It gave Barbara a special satisfaction, discovering a part of Dwight that Rachel hadn't, and to be able to please him in ways Rachel never had. He was entitled to it, Barbara felt, after suffering with Rachel all this time. And it would give her something extra to rub Rachel's nose in when the time came.
Barbara leaned forward and slowly stood, pushing her lace-cupped tits up the front of Dwight's body, taking his prick upright between their bellies. She slipped her hands around to take hold of his ass. She initiated another kiss, letting more and more passion slip into it until their mouths were hotly melded together.
As she eased up on the kiss, Barbara started to turn Dwight around, stepping around but drawing him with her until his back was to the bed. Her hands climbed up and around to her chest, and she abruptly shoved him to a seat on the bed.
Standing close, she undid the front clasp of her bra and peeled the cupping fabric away from her boobs. Dropping the bra behind her, letting it tumble down her arms and off, put an arch in her back that drew her boobs up and apart in a sexy display. Dwight's eyes feasted on her tits.
Barbara stepped in between his legs and slinked a hand to the back of his neck, drawing his head forward, pulling his opining-,mouth to her tits, and she let him feast on them for real.
His lips seemed to tremble as he slid them past her right nipple. His tongue waned to go everywhere at once. She wondered how long it had been since he had been this excited.
As Dwight continued to lick and suck and erotically chew at her increasingly aroused boobs, Barbara thumbed her panties from her hips and ass. She stooped slightly to work them down her thighs, then lifted one knee after the other to work them the rest of the way off.
Her movements drew Dwight's attention to the fact that her pussy was now exposed and accessible. He forgot about her delicious tits for the moment and slid an exploring right hand up between her thighs.
His fingers came to her pussy and easily stroked to and fro over her swelling folds. Her level of excitement had been growing steadily, but now it surged almost out of control. Getting into all this, Barbara had mainly been concerned with teaching Rachel some kind of lesson, but Dwight was a sexy man in his own right and she did have some special feelings for him. It was a kick to be with him like this, to have him touch her.
Not letting him go too far too fast, however, Barbara put her hands on Dwight's shoulders and pushed him down on the bed. She went forward with him, her knees sliding over his parted thighs and catching on the edge of the bed. She lay her body on top of his, rocking her hips from side to side to rub across his incredibly hard dick. She still had her shoes on, toes hooked on the insides of his lower thighs.
"Ever had Rachel on top of you?" she asked.
"No, never."
"Then you're in for a treat."
In deliberate fashion, Barbara shifted her body for-ward, rising somewhat on thighs and arms. Her pubic bush slid up the underside of his cock as the shaft strained against her.
Teasingly she slid back down against his cock, tickling him with her patch of hair and tantalizing him with her twat. She slithered past his base and wiggled her hips to move against his balls. His meat throbbed hotly against her belly.
"Fuck me," Dwight breathed, imploringly. "God, fuck me before I go crazy."
"I will," she promised, continuing to slip up and down against him. She swished her hips while passing over his prick.
Dwight's hands came to her tits and squeezed. "You're a vixen," he snarled affectionately. "You're bad and you're beautiful. I can't believe what I've been missing out on all these years."
"Hasn't Rachel ever tried to do this for you? Or even suggested it?"
"No, unfortunately: She never seemed the type. Or maybe it's partly my fault. I was always the eager one, always taking the lead. Maybe she thought I wasn't interested in anything else. And I wasn't, to be fair, until now."
"Maybe you spoiled her," Barbara said, though she didn't really consider it a possibility. "Maybe all she wants is to lie back and let you do all the work." True or not, it was a useful thought to put into his head.
"Maybe you'll spoil me," he said to that.
"Maybe," she answered, and wiggled swiftly up and down his underside. His cock responded with a lasting flex.
"But I hope you're not trying to steal me away from her permanently," he said then. "I don't know if I could leave her. For anyone."
That was kind of what Barbara had thought, but she had considered going for a full-fledged steal. That would really teach Rachel a lesson, and it would give Dwight a real wife, someone worthy of his affection and who would return it in kind. But he was just too devoted to what he had now.
Still, Barbara was working on it, doing what she could to balance the scales of her outraged sense of justice and fair play.
"I'm just looking for some fun," Barbara answered. "With the nicest guy I know."
He grinned, seeming both flattered and pleased, but less so when he spoke. "Is that the most fun you can think of? Why don't you try me on the inside?"
"Why don't I," Barbara answered brightly.
Now she rocked far enough forward to allow Dwight's cockhead to rise between her widely parted thighs, but not so far that she lost contact with his erection. The shaft rose with its tip against Barbara, sliding over her clit and against the lines of her pussy lips.
Tilting her pelvis, Barbara centered herself on the point of Dwight's prick. Then, deliberately, she pressed against the unyielding glans atop the rigid pole and felt her cunt open around it.
Dwight inhaled a deep breath, his chest expanding against Barbara's tits. She had to take a breath herself, steadying her system against the excitement that was suddenly churning through it. Her pussy twitched and tingled as she forced it open around Dwight's rod.
Abruptly, Dwight's hips lifted and the last inches of his prick lunged into her chute. He groaned in a strained but elated voice, drowning out Barbara's gasp of arousal. She crooned further pleasure and shook her body in elation, bouncing her tits on his chest.
"Now we're getting there," she enthused.
Dwight's hands played down her flanks and settled on her ass with a firm, open-fingered hold. "It's so different," he marveled. "So sexy."
"I haven't even started fucking yet," she reminded.
"I don't know how much I can take before you have me shooting my wad."
"I want your wad. I want it shooting up inside me and running out along my walls, scalding me and greasing me and drowning my clit."
"Well, you're in the driver's seat. What are you waiting for?"
Barbara pushed down on his raised hips, sinking his ass into the bedding. Grinding around on him with much of her weight, she rooted him there. Then she lifted her body from his, gliding up his rigid length with smoothness and precision. She didn't stop until the stretched lips of her cunt had slipped past the ridge of his glans.
She slid down Dwight's cock with the same slick ease and wiggled her ass onto his hips and balls. Without missing a beat, she started her upward motion and continued rubbing herself up and down on his terrific length.
Her pace picked up and slowed down, depending on her mood and the effect it had on Dwight. She had her hips sway as she rose and fell, or rotate, or shift to and fro, boldly working his wand around inside her.
Her open hands smoothed over the front of Dwight's body, caressing him. For a time she bowed low and ran her tits up and down over his chest as she rocked to and fro on his pecker.
"Am I bad enough for you?" she purred.
"You're the baddest. Any badder and you'd scare me away."
"I wouldn't want that."
"Neither would I."
"Mmmmm, flattery. That oughta get you a little extra effort." And to show what she meant, she pushed her-self upright, brought her knees up one after the other as she kicked high heels in under her ass and held herself in a squatting position on top of him.
She leaned forward halfway, slowly, planting hands on his chest. Her eyes brimming with erotic promise, she deliberately raised her jutting backside, her greased, hot cunt slithering up his organ. Then, with the same patient slowness, she lowered back onto him.
The next upward slide was faster, and the one after that faster still. She kept on adding to the pace, like an engine revving up. Finally, her cunt was rushing up and jamming down, her ass working with heated pumping motions, her cheeks, slapping onto his hips, the flesh of her cheeks juggling with every collision.
"Mmmm," Dwight groaned, squirming under her in some kind of wonderful torment. "Oh, oh, oh," he went on, his head twisting from side to side. His hands went tremblingly to her knees.
Disappointingly, to them both, Barbara's stamina gave out before she could take him all the way. Next time, she promised herself. Next time.
She changed gears and method of attack in one motion, pushing herself upright at the same time. She slid her hips forward and strained his cock out of her twat. Shifting back, she scooped his length up into her steamy depths again. She milked him with more of these sexy rocking motions, then tried it side to side.
She was a newly discovered delight to him, and it was a pleasure to watch his thrilled responses. She wanted to make sure he had a very good idea of what she was like, and was showing off a little, but he was getting the massage. It was her pleasure to oblige.
She liked Dwight. Maybe in some small way she loved him. Certainly she cared for him, felt he was entitled to certain things, and if Rachel wouldn't provide them she would.
Thinking this, she began to have second thoughts about telling Rachel about this conquest of hers. She had hoped to hurt Rachel with the news and to try to shock the woman into doing something to show more appreciation for the man who was housing and clothing and feeding her.
Why not delay that a while, she thought now. Why not play this out into a hot affair? She and Dwight were getting along so well it would be a shame to send him back to Rachel so soon. Besides, this way Rachel would be playing the unsuspecting fool, and the longer the role lasted the more it would hurt when the truth came out -- and the more Barbara would like it.
The matter settled in her mind, Barbara leaned back from Dwight. She placed her hands on his outreaching thighs for balance and support, and started grinding her hips up and down with the most freedom of movement she had yet enjoyed with him.
He came up onto his elbows and gazed down between her parted folded legs, to where her cunt was swallowing and spewing out his slick cock meat over and over, tirelessly and with seeming effortlessness.
"I'm on fire," he told her. "I can't take much more."
"Neither can I," she gasped.
"Fuck me," he said. "Keep fucking me. Don't stop."
"Not for anything," she breathed. "You don't know how good you feel inside me. I love your cock."
Talking about it seemed to excite her more, and make her lunge faster up and down. Her body arched dramatically as she jammed down harder and harder around Dwight's upright pecker. She was grunting with effort and excitement, going out of control and sweeping him along in her wake.
Her pumping chute sucked his juices and brought them jetting up his pipe in spurt after spurt. The hot blasts inside her triggered Barbara's own climax, and though her body spasmed and her legs shook and her nether region quaked in vivid responses, she continued to pump him with her grasping pussy.
Barbara threw herself forward and toppled onto his deep-breathing, moaning body, her hips grinding in circles over his, her pussy oozing with hot, mingled juices and spent cock. Their mouths found one another and joined together, naturally and perfectly and deliciously.
Rachel be damned, Barbara thought. This man is too good for her!