Chapter 5

We awoke in a tangle of arms and legs that next morning. He draped his hair-rough limbs over mine. I not only loved their coarse texture, but their contrast to my tanned, sleek ones.

Our room smelled of pussy and cum. The bedding was rumpled, soiled. We had expended much of our fluids on the sheets.

The handcuffs continued to bind us. I slipped my fingers through his and squeezed. Mike blinked into the conscious world. The sun's rays filtered through the blinds and bleached everything in its scope.

Criticism seemed erased from Mike's expression. He looked far more approachable in that sluggish state. His coffee-colored eyes had a dull, sleepy quality-replacing the intensity to which I had grown accustomed.

I sensed no carry-over from our night of unbridled passion. Mike conscientiously avoided eye contact. His coolness befuddled me. I saw no basis for his aloof treatment. I believed we had reconciled our differences and had become lovers. My assumption proved incorrect.

He produced a key to unlock the handcuffs.

"No," I said, wishing to remain latched to him. I affectionately caressed his fleecy arm. "Don't."

He exhibited patience with my request. His tone, however, lacked benevolence. "Pick us up some coffee at the diner while I put our bags in the car."

"Sure." I expected a morning kiss, a reassuring embrace-and received nothing. I perceived embarrassment on his part, with an underlying plea to erase the events of the night before.

We showered separately prior to packing up. I bargained on him joining me, yet the door never opened. Mike, expediting his shower, was done within five minutes.

Cleanliness didn't seem the issue. I received the impression we were erasing evidence. Mike wished no remembrances.

We efficiently covered the remaining miles to Chicago. Fueled with determination, Mike expertly managed the traffic. He focused on the two-lane blacktop, not me. I was much too hurt to trouble him for periodic pee breaks. Fortunately, my bladder cooperated.

We exchanged few words. Other than acknowledging our surroundings, we limited our comments. Behaving in a civil fashion was on our unspoken agenda.

I recalled telling him that I wanted only one, uninhibited night. I prayed he wouldn't hold me to that promise. I had never encountered such ecstasy with a man. Tom failed to generate that kind of passion. Our lovemaking was usually uneventful. My mind frequently wandered while Tom got his rocks off.

I married the wrong brother. Mike should have been my husband-not Tom.

As we drove, I was alert to my sore pussy. Mike's fat dick had stayed hard and demanded a whole lot of me. I shifted in my seat, thinking about his cock and the delicious pleasure it gave.

Mike's muteness disturbed me. I yearned for some favorable sign that the previous night wasn't a complete write-off. It would have been nice if his arm went around me, or if he rested his hand on my knee. Such extensions of fondness never surfaced. He refrained from exhibiting even the smallest measure of intimacy.

We parked in front of my Lake Forest home. I stretched my limbs, hoping to catch his eye. Mike paid me no notice. It struck me that he might be burdened with guilt. He obviously wasn't proud to have fucked me in a moment of weakness.

The key to my front door was in hand. I was about to turn to him and insist that he shed his compunctions when I noticed his brow crease. Mike's hand shot out. The door freely swung open.

My home had been ransacked. I was appalled by the sight of overturned furniture, the scattered contents of drawers, and personal belongings strewn across the floor. "I've been robbed," I gasped.

Mike assessed the damage. "Somebody broke in. The window's been tampered with." The curtains fluttered in the dining room, marking a plausible entrance. "Don't you have an alarm system?"

"Tom must have switched it off. I usually activate it upon leaving." Fear gradually took shape in my mind. "From whom did Tom take that money?"

Mike shrugged. "I wish I knew. He never furnished me that information, but was frantic about replacing it."

My husband was obviously guilty of a serious infraction. I never suspected any wrongdoing. He usually took charge of our financial obligations. Rarely carrying cash, I primarily functioned with credit cards. The sum of our worth was never something I felt essential to know.

No room had been left in pristine condition by our intruder. During our investigation, I suffered an attack of nausea. A thorough search had been conducted at the expense of my home's orderliness, every conceivable hiding place checked. It was in total shambles. The waste was sickening. "How are we to find him?" I sighed, unable to mentally calculate the damages.

"Let's check his study," Mike proposed. "There might be a clue in his desk-that is, if it hasn't been removed or destroyed."

The room that served as Tom's office was in similar disarray. The lock on his desk had been broken and the drawers turned upside down. Papers littered the floor. Paintings were askew.

"I suppose we ought to call the police," I whispered.

Mike motioned for me to be still. He snatched several sheets that had slipped under the desk. I detected the faint trace of perfume on each page. One needn't be a genius to conclude they were from a girlfriend.

"He's got his nerve, saving love letters," I spat. "That should prove exactly how faithful he's been."

Mike reserved making judgment. He became absorbed in their contents. I gazed at the thoughts stated in flowering handwriting. After several paragraphs, I understood why he retained them. The woman vividly wrote of her amorous feelings involving Tom. She employed graphic terms, enhancing the eroticism.

"Thank you for last night," I read. "You were outstanding in bed. My pussy can still feel your big, hard cock. I poured myself a bubble bath shortly after you left, but hours later, the ache remained."

I studied Mike's intent expression. His eyes did not waver. His bottom lip protruded. His breathing deepened. The subject matter plainly affected him.

I picked up the thread of continuity. "Even as I write this, I'm wet. My nipples are thick erasers, crying for your mouth. I love when you outline them with your tongue before sucking. You're wonderfully oral, darling. I wish you were here this second, licking my pussy. Your slurps drive me wild. My clit responds feverishly to your limber tip. I cum so violently."

I quivered. My husband's exploits did not precipitate the flurry of chills; having Mike beside me did. His nearness stimulated me. I desperately wanted to jump his bones. The state of disorder around me was nothing compared to my emotional turmoil. The house ceased being important.

I inched closer to him. My breast brushed his arm. I gently blew at his ear. Mike froze in position. He neglected to shrink from me.

Even in the midst of chaos, Mike fully aroused me. The heat was immediate, consuming. At that moment, my displaced possessions did not concern me. I wanted only him.

Mike and I read the balance of that explicitly written account. The woman, who remained nameless, went on to describe how my husband drank all that her pussy could yield, and how sweetly his cock rubbed the walls of her snatch. I could equate to her kindled state. Weakness engulfed me at the prospect of Mike pushing into my cunt while those powerful arms bound me.

I heard an audible swallow toward the end of her steamy confession. Mike virtually broke into a sweat, digesting the sordid details. I enjoyed his reaction. Witnessing that vulnerable side to his otherwise cast-iron demeanor was both refreshing and titillating.

Unfortunately, the last paragraph delivered the only salvageable clue.

"Thank you for this gorgeous apartment, darling," it imparted. "The view of the lake is breathtaking. The location is convenient, too. I'm off Michigan Avenue, and therefore, near the best stores. Now we can be together as often as you would like. Presume that I will always be waiting here to make you happy.

Love, Debbie."

"Was there an envelope?" I asked. My breasts delicately grazed him. "It's possible she included a return address."

Mike weathered the sparks I dealt him. Rather than meet my gaze, he thumbed the worn enclosure. Only "Tom" was inscribed on its front. "I could run a check on the rental units. Tom, no doubt, is handling that expense. He may have the lease in his name for a business deduction."

My eyes rested on him. I sensed his uneasiness. Debbie's letter maddened him. She wrote with the intention of inflaming the reader. My breathing down his back while he-ingested that rousing narrative penetrated his armor. My deliberate bumping-likely heightened the problem. I wondered if he envisioned me in those situations.

"We'll use the computer," he mentioned. "I can get instant access to that data."

Saying nothing, I moved closer. My tits pressed against him. I fed him my hungry vibrations. I shook with need.

Those brown-colored pupils gradually sought mine. I devoured their intensity. Mike could not conceal his desire. Whether it was wrong or not, he dodged the issue. His lust was self-explanatory.

Things began to gel. I comprehended the basis for Mike's retirement. He had no control over his sexual urge the previous night and was embarrassed to have subjected me to it. I, conversely, adored his bestial side. I relished building his lust until it exploded. He was loathe to admit my effectiveness in pleasing him, given our awkward relationship.

I brought his hand to my lips. Mike made no attempt to stop me. I kissed each of his fingers, then took his thumb in my mouth. My lips wriggled up and down that extremity, cognizant to his tremble. I sucked it just as I had his cock. My tongue swirled around the nail, then darted to the top.

Mike's detachment ceased. His inner strength deserted him. He pulled me into his arms. His fevered embrace warranted a moan. His tongue entered my mouth, silencing it. Pressed together, we passionately kissed. I quivered in his grasp, suspecting that should it abruptly end, I would have fallen.

Those powerful hands closed over my tits. He stroked my protruding nipples, which stiffened at his exuberant rotation. He unbuttoned me, then aligned those pink nuggets. His mouth surrounded them. His suck elicited my gasps.

"Yes," I whimpered, elevating them. "Oh, God. Yes."

Mike did not spend an exorbitant amount of time on them. Something else drew his appetite. He sank to his knees. His drool coursed down my boobs while he unsnapped my shorts. I quaked in my heels. He fanned hot air over my susceptible crotch. I gripped the edge of the desk, recognizing what was underway.

Nothing could have prepared me for that tongue, nor its staggering delivery.

He yanked my panties over my hips. My pubes rippled from his exhalations. He spread my pussy with his thumbs, then greedily pursued its borders. I moaned as he curled around my pulsing love button. Arching my spine, I leaned into his face.

"Oh, Mike," I sobbed, savoring his loss of control. He urgently slurped me. I enjoyed long, satisfying licking, punctuated by mouthfuls of cunt. He clamped my sodden flaps and sucked. "Ohhhh."

Mike's thirst was unquenchable. He vigorously drank from my loins. His tongue and lips worked in harmony, siphoning my juices. He distorted my vision with his clit-hungry massage. He slashed my enlarged bud with saliva. I loved his brusque style. Steeply aroused, I craved instant gratification-not leisurely development.

I gripped his shoulders while he lapped me. His tip stirred me into a frenzy. He circled my clit, then darted over it. A barrage of fireworks ignited. His mouth, positioned at my snatch, was a galvanizing image.

"Eat me," I hoarsely pleaded, thudding against his chin. "Oh, yes, baby. Eat me."

My nipples were rock-hard, strained with excitement. Briefly, I fondled myself. The resulting electric shocks nourished me.

Below, I watched Mike divide my pink flesh, then investigate its center. His plunge stole my breath. I moaned as he explored my wet pussy. He licked its tremulous walls, then downed the honey he accumulated.

He memorized every luscious nook and cranny. Though lacking the fluency of the woman who ate me the previous day, he nonetheless gave it his all. My clit served as his target. In flicking at it, the chills mounted. Those large thumbs firmly secured my flaps, permitting him unobstructed access.

"Lick me," I sobbed, unable to still my tongue. I needed to fully express myself. "Faster. See how stiff my nipples are? Take your hands and touch them."

Mike obliged. He took ownership of my fleshy globes. I gasped when he tweaked them. An electrical current resulted from his pinch.

"Ohhhh," I whimpered. "Don't stop sucking me. Shove your tongue inside my snatch. Feel my lips against yours." He molded himself to my drenched orifice. He gulped my tart juices. I heard him swallow. "See how open I am for you? Oh, yes." His circular motion increased my bliss. My eyes rolled up. "Lick that clit harder. Don't you dare stop. Taste me. Swallow it."

Mike continued to down my nectar until I could tolerate it no longer. The sight of him between my legs, eating me, was too powerful a stimulant. My love button pulsed madly beneath his dynamic tip. I came against his ravenous clamp.

"God," I yelped, unable to cope with the ferocity of that orgasm. "Ohhhh."

Clasping his head, I pelted him with my groin. I spasmed roughly in his gulping expression. He drained my wet pussy, smothering that pink flesh with his lips. I whimpered when he lashed my sensitive clit. Those abrupt whips mustered hot needles that made relaxation impossible. My hips swiveled around his head as he tormented me.

"Mike," I squeaked as he speared my sore cunthole with his tongue. He scrubbed honey from its quaking walls. Stars flashed before my eyes. "Oh, Mike."

He licked my pleasure-riddled flesh after my contractions subsided. My joy began its steady ascent. He seemed prepared to slurp me to a second climax. Although the prospect thrilled me, I wanted something other than his tongue in my pussy when climax occurred.

Gripping his shoulders, I detached him from my cunt. His eyes looked glassy from having gorged himself. Thin lines of spittle extended from his mouth to my moist lips. I held my arms out to him, silently commanding that he stand.

Comprehending my need to embrace, he got to his feet. I drew him to my warm, wanting flesh. Cupping the back of his head, I kissed him. I tasted my pussy on his tongue. I explored his mouth, gleaning its rich flavor. My tits swelled against his chest. My distended nipples stabbed his shirt. I moved seductively, ferociously arousing him. His large hands spanned my buttocks, dragging me tightly to him. He smashed his hard-on into my mound. Ohhhh. It was like bone. I could feel the climbing heat of his cock.

Mike inched back, gesturing to that imposing bulge. I groped him. Tight blue jean fabric was wrapped around that monster. My brother-in-law was totally swollen, in need of relief, and I was chosen for the job.

Mike took it out. I panted as he released that massive thing from captivity. It emerged from his fly, in search of cunt. I instantly spread my legs for that wide cock and gripped the edge of the desk for support.

Mike steered that plump knob to my sopping entrance. My soaked lips immediately latched onto him. With a groan, Mike lowered himself into my snatch. I sobbed as he settled into my spongy warmth. I clawed the desk. I couldn't watch-the ecstasy was far too intense. Even Mike squinted as he disappeared into that hungry hole. Ohhhh. My pussy sucked him to the root. His dark pubes mingled with my blonde curls. Our groins were flush.

Upon collecting his wits, he started fucking me. I moaned as that cock slid in and out, rubbing my slick walls. Those coffee-colored pupils peered at me. I welcomed their fixity of purpose.

Holding my thighs apart, he dove into me. His balls slapped my satin flesh. He sawed through my pussy, agitating me with hot friction. I groaned from his enormous diameter. Not only did he stretch me to the limit, but consistently met my clit. At that angle, I was sure to cum fast.

"Give it to me," I pleaded, swinging myself to that stiff dick. I tightened myself for his benefit. I gave him a snug pussy to fuck. "Ohhhh. Oh, yes. That's where it belongs: in my cunt. Don't hold back. Fuck me hard."

Mike said nothing. He merely gasped while my pussy crushed him. Be had me wedged to the desk, receiving his savage thrusts. That cock jerked wildly in my snatch, energetically massaging it. He buried that thing in my slick muff, then pulled back to hear my lips pucker. Before I had a chance to recover, he charged into me.

His blue jeans fell to his ankles. I clutched his flexing buns as he pumped me. Handcuffed the night before, he had suppressed my maneuverability. I now had total freedom to roam his muscular contours. I loved Mike's compact frame. When his dick squeezed its way into my cunt, my nails sank into his ass. I couldn't help myself. He felt wonderful, moving through slick tension.

"Shove it in me," I sobbed. "As deep as it will go."

Mike swung through my sodden lips. My pussy fully absorbed him. He groaned from my hot, greasy fit. Layers of squish captured his dick. He sawed through my juicy cunt, savoring their cover. The skin of his cock bunched before he worked through that gap. His ample width stroked my insides, increasing my fulfillment. He reached to his physical extent, then withdrew all but his bloated crown. On the receiving end, he felt huge. My head lobbed to the side. I temporarily lost my equilibrium.

"I'm going to cum," I said, seconds before its occurrence. My hips gyrated. My pussy gobbled every bit of cock it could. My moist, clinging lips tugged at his erect member, urging him to follow. Our groins bounced together, producing clamorous sounds. "I'm so close. Oh, Mike. Keep going."

He pumped me more roughly. I could feel the orgasm building inside him. His tremors were identifiable. The blank departure of his eyes was another sign. He reflected brutal urgency.

"Yeah," Mike muttered under his breath. He jammed himself into my slippery hole, feeding it meat.

That stiff cock fucked me, hard and sure. My toes curled from each lunge. I sensed the mounting steam behind its push. Ohhhh. That part worked independently from the rest of him. It demanded my surrender. I had exhausted its patience.

My clit had enjoyed his grinding member through all that fierce stroking. He heatedly rubbed himself to it, escalating the conflict. My jaw dropped. Spasming was inescapable. I creamed while he stuffed himself to the balls.

"Ohhhh," I sobbed, crying out in his face. "Ohhhh. Ohhhh. Oh, Mike."

The contractions were so brutal, I nearly lost consciousness. My pussy shrank around his dick, rhythmically squeezing it.

My brother-in-law's features reddened. I could tell he was at the brink of eruption. I pulled away just in time. He squirted on my stomach and crotch. Hot jism sprinkled my skin.

Without skipping a beat, I took his cock in my fist. I manipulated it, pinching its last drops of white goo. Those creamy pearls dripped onto my extended tongue.

"Mmmmm," I purred, swirling them in my mouth.

Gasping for air, Mike watched me handle his cock. He remained at full extension, without a hint of softening. I could tell he needed another round to satisfy the savage beast in him.

I was beginning to form an addiction to that delicious man.