Chapter 7
"You're so big," Rachel marveled, running her hand over and around Sean's hard-on. "I wonder if you'll fit all the way in."
"Let's find out," he responded. "Now."
He was still on' his knees beside the bed. Rachel had sat up in front of him, her legs extending to either side, flanking him.
"Sure you don't want me to suck on it for you some more?" she asked.
"I want to fuck," he answered. "And so do you."
"Do I?" she teased.
"If you don't, you will, once I get inside you."
"Confident bastard, aren't you?"
"Yes. Now slide onto the bed, lie back, and spread your legs."
She didn't wait for him to say please. She'd wasted enough time talking.
Rachel pushed herself fully onto the bed. Sean stayed with her, crawling up onto the mattress as she moved, keeping himself between her legs. When she lay down on her back, he moved over her on all fours.
She lifted her head and looked at his provocatively oversized cock, her mouth watering and her pussy giving a twitch as she observed its poised, virile angle, its seeming weightlessness as it hung suspended under his belly.
Seeing Rachel's interest, Sean teased her with his cock for a moment or two. He slid his knees out behind him and lowered his incredibly hot, throbbing length onto her stomach, his balls settling in the tickling hair of her mound patch.
He worked his hips to slide his cockshaft across her pelvis and belly, and to run the pointed glans up to and away from her belly button.
Rachel's eyes held glued to every motion of Sean's red demon. He could have hypnotized her with it.
"The way you look at it," he remarked, "I'm almost sorry to take it out of your sight."
"If I'd known you had a dick like this, I would have pulled you out of that chair a long time ago," she breathed.
"Every time you walked by I wanted to fuck you."
Now she looked up into his eyes, her head sinking into the blanket. "Then what are you waiting for?"
"That look."
"What look?"
"That horny, put-your-dick-in-me-now look."
She blushed slightly, despite herself. "Well, if I've got it, give it to me."
He raised his backside and the wet tip of his cock slid down over her pelvis and pubic mound like a tongue. It followed the shape of her and dipped down between her wide-hung thighs and insinuated itself between the parted folds of her cunt.
Rachel felt her juices stir and her flesh reawaken as Sean's hot, smooth cockhead began to slowly, easily pry her open. He could be gentle, too, when she needed it, like now.
Sean pressed in, stopped for a second or two, pressed in some more, and bit by bit entered her depths. A lewd grin spread her lips and put a definite shine in her eyes, until her lids came down and her head tilted back. The grin only got wider. She moaned with her teeth showing.
To her surprise and greater delight, she took all he had. Feeling his balls on her up-turned crotch, she dug in her feet and raised her hips and pelvis and pussy to him. She ground herself on the surrounding base of his cock-length, as if seeking a hook that would fasten them together permanently.
Sean came down onto his elbows, pressing her arching body flat with his own, putting solid weight on her tits, his chest hair scraping her nipples and tickling her flesh. He licked underneath her raised chin until she lowered it, and he claimed her with a soulful smooch.
Rachel wrapped her arms around his shoulders and hooked her heels on the backs of his thighs, just melting inside. It wasn't just his muscles or his size or his skills. It was also the kind of person he was -- and she was. She had made the first move, but he hadn't shied away from her. He had patiently played her game and now he had begun to assert himself, and had been doing so with varying degrees of aggressiveness. He had an inner strength that got to her with the way he used it, some-times holding back, sometimes letting go. He was sure of himself and sure of his effect on her.
He reminded Rachel of herself. They were two of a kind. It was that simple.
Sean's his lifted slowly, his cock pulling up out of her drooling grasp, his ridge scraping her stretched walls. The luscious friction set off sparks inside her and erotic energy snapped, crackled and popped through her body.
He shoved in, and it unleashed a thrill that took Rachel's breath away. Her fingernails raked across his shoulders and her heels dug into the balled cheeks of his ass, wanting him deeper, deeper.
He was fucking her then, in continuous motions, steadily dancing his prick in and out of her grasping chute. His cockhead hit her with deep dives that came from every angle she could imagine, the solid, broad ridge rubbing and reaming her tunnel from one end to the other. It was good. It was great. It was fantastic.
"Where did you get to be such a fuck?" Rachel found herself asking.
"I'll never name any names," he answered, nibbling along her neck.
"I'll bet you were always a cocky little bastard, though," she went on. "Always getting your own way."
"Trying not to let it go to my head. I hope I've succeeded."
"You're tolerable, I guess," she allowed. Really, he wasn't overbearing or openly egotistical, but why let him get a swelled head?
"That's it," he encouraged. "Keep me in line. Keep me humble."
"Shut up and keep fucking me."
He grinned with happiness and pride and enjoyment. "I knew you'd like it," he said. "I knew I could do good things for you."
"I just hope I'm worth the effort," she said to that in a fit of candor. "I can be a pretty trampy sort, you know."
"Are you looking for something, or are you just bad?"
"I thought I was just bad, but maybe I have been looking for something. Someone...."
"Am I it?"
"Maybe."
"Jeez. I must be doing more for you than I thought."
"Without even trying."
"Sounds like we're talking about more than a one-time thing," he observed. The actions of his hips and ass had slowed, his cock easing in and out of her in slow-motion now.
"We might be," Rachel allowed. "I'd like to check out a few things first."
"Such as?"
"Do we have to talk about it now?" she asked. She'd noticed the slowing down of what had been a brisk process.
"Yes," he insisted with a hint of impatience.
"Prick," she accused, not without affection. Then, more seriously, she said, "A guy taking charge like you have, it's a new experience for me. I like it, but some-time I'm gonna want to return the favor. I don't know if I could pull it off. Or if you could handle it. Accept it, I mean."
"Catch me at the right moment and you can do what you want," he answered.
"Nice to have something to look forward to. I'll twist you into a pretzel someday."
He chuckled happily. "You're different," he enthused. "You like to get in there and mix it up, don't you? Get your hands dirty. Work up a sweat instead of having it worked up for you."
"I only want to be on my back if I'm going to be taken care of, with no ifs, ands or buts about it."
"No butts?"
"Not butts, you dumb stud, buts." She slapped her hands down on his muscled cheeks and dug in her fingers to emphasize the difference. "Butts I like. Certain butts. Specific butts."
"One butt in particular?"
"Maybe, if it ever gets itself back in gear."
"Demanding bitch, aren't you?"
"I have my needs. You know what they are. Can you deliver?"
"I promised I would."
"Try not to bust your butt doing it. I like it the way it is."
"No danger of that," he answered with an easy cockiness.
"Fuck me," she snarled. "Fuck me so I can cum. So we both can. I want to feel you flooding me."
"Hot damn," he said to that, and bucked into action, her sudden laughter filling the room.
"Hi, Dwight," Barbara said into the phone. "Are you busy? Am I interrupting anything?"
"Not a thing," he answered pleasantly.
"Surprised to hear from me?"
"A little. Is anything wrong?"
Nothing that can't be fixed, she thought, one way or another. "No, nothing wrong," she answered. "I was wondering if you might be free for lunch anytime soon."
"Lunch?"
"Lunch," she responded. "No big deal, just a friendly get-together. Just you and me."
"Was there something you wanted to talk about?" He seemed to be finding it an odd invitation, but she had expected that.
"You might say I have a proposition for you," Barbara answered. "And you could call it confidential."
"My, how intriguing."
"It won't hurt to listen," she added in further temptation.
"A painless lunch, huh? And in the company of a charming woman. I could go for that."
"Why, Dwight. Me? Charming? I never knew you noticed."
"Love is blind, but I'm not."
"Before we get carried away here, lets set a time and place. Whatever's convenient for you."
"Let me check and get back to you later today. How's that?"
"So far so good," she replied, meaning it in more ways than he yet knew.
"I can't remember the last time I felt this hard," Sean breathed through clenching teeth. His body was working with an oiled smoothness on top of Rachel, his midsection bobbing as he thrust and thrust his huge organ into her drooling tunnel. "Gawd," he added emphatically, "you feel incredible."
"You feel incredible, my fine friend," she answered. "Keep pumping like that. You're driving me out of my cock-loving mind."
Sean was plunging his pecker to maximum depth with every stroke. He had found a soft spot inside her that she seemed to really like having the stuffing pounded out of. It was getting hotter and hotter, the flame-like sensation reaching slowly out along her well-worked pussy walls, gradually engulfing more and more of his heaving pecker.
Occasionally he would put on a burst of speed and pump into her fast, energetically, and keep at it for as long as his breath held out. It would hurry her up close to the brink, but never quite take her over. It meant the fucking could go on.
One time he slowed to a crawl to catch his breath, and Rachel took advantage by throwing her hips up at his and in scooping his prick into her chute. She whisked down most of the way off of him and lunged high again, bouncing his balls off her ass in taking him to the hilt.
Sean showed an enjoying grin and held himself in place for her to continue. She always made sure to guide his cockhead onto her cooking spot, a low moan of excitement sounding from her with every colliding contact.
Soon he took over again and rammed down into her overheating depths. Her mouth came open and heartfelt sigh rose out of her throat.
"Oh, fuck me," she rasped. "Keep fucking me. I'm almost there. I'm gonna cum."
"Yeah," he breathed in reply, wanting to hear it, telling her he was close too, sharing in the runaway excitement of their torrid screwing.
"I love the way your cock scrapes up and down my pussy walls," she said in a rush, unable to contain or control herself or her feelings. "When you push deep it's like you're never gonna stop. And when you do, it sends shock waves right through me. Hot waves. The hottest, sexiest waves...."
Sean went into another flurry of wild thrusting, and this time there was no stopping. He stabbed his cock-head as deep into her as he could and as fast as he could. A cry rose out of Rachel's throat and it did not stop either, flowing on for moment after moment, the pitch climbing higher.
It was broken by a sharp intake of breath, then another, and then she cried, "I'm cumming, I'm Cumming!"
Cries and squeals and gasps of the most intense pleasure and relief followed. She spasmed and shook in ecstasy and rejoiced in her unending fulfillment.
Sean jabbed deep and his jizz tore loose from his balls, blasting into her clamping hole. Her pussy gulped cum from his cock.
Rachel was crying out, her body twisting and grinding under Sean's lurching, uncontrolled form. They hunched against one another until they collapsed in exhaustion and then Rachel took Sean's weight onto her body and let it crush her. She put her arms around him, holding onto something good.
When Rachel got home later that afternoon the phone was ringing. It gave her considerable surprise to find out that it was Patti calling.
"I have to admire your timing," Patti began. "Just a few days after you ask me to keep an eye on your husband, he goes and makes a lunch date with a strange woman."
It was turning into a day for surprises, Rachel thought. "You're kidding," she said.
"Nope. He had me make the reservations. Now that may mean all this is innocent, but he is seeing a woman and it's not business, that I can see."
"What's her name?"
"Barbara Rand."
Another surprise. If hot a shock.
"Do you know her?" Patti asked.
"I thought I did," Rachel answered distantly.
"Huh?"
"Nothing. Thanks Patti. I'm glad you called."
"It was my pleasure," Patti answered. "I'll be in touch -- if need be, that is. Bye."
The line clicked and Rachel lowered the receiver from her ear, then after a pause slammed it into its cradle.
"Yes?" Barbara said frostily after opening her front door and finding Rachel standing outside.
Rachel had her arms crossed, a determined look on her face. "I want to talk to you," she said.
Barbara showed reluctance, but gave it a second thought and let Rachel in. It was a large, multi-level, modern house. They went to the living room, which was sunken and had two glass walls.
"What's on your mind these days?" Barbara asked, taking a seat at the end of a couch. Her tone was close to indifference, feigned or otherwise was hard to say.
Rachel was cool, too. "I'd like to know what you're up to with my husband," she said.
Barbara's first response was surprise. Obviously Rachel hadn't been intended to find out. If Barbara was going to tell Dwight that Rachel was being unfaithful, or something along those lines, why would Barbara want to keep it a secret? Unless she was afraid Rachel could somehow head her off at the pass. Or did the bitch have something else in mind? This seemed more likely, but what?
Barbara quickly composed herself and sat back in the couch. "What's the matter?" she said. "Worried about losing your investment?"
"Don't count on it."
"How did you find out, any way? Dwight didn't tell you, did he?"
"Why? Was he supposed to keep it a secret?"
Barbara frowned. "He couldn't have told you, unless he called home for some reason...."
Rachel smiled, feeling she had gotten the upper hand. "What were you going to do?" she asked easily. "Make a play for him behind my back? Get him to cheat on me, to see how I liked it? Maybe throw a real scare into me? Or were you feeling more ambitious? You weren't thinking about taking him for yourself, were you?"
"At least I would make him a real wife," Barbara snapped.
"If you were a real wife, you'd still be married," Rachel said to that. It was a hard thing to say, and it made a direct hit, but this was no time for playing nice.
"Just remember," Rachel added, "you're not perfect either. And what makes you think Dwight is so damned unhappy with me? He isn't. As far as he's concerned he's got it all. So just don't get any ideas."
With that firm warning backed up by a determined, no-nonsense look, Rachel left Barbara just where she had wanted to -- back on her heels and having more than passing second thoughts.