Chapter 6
We ended up in my party-size Jacuzzi. Mike didn't think my suggestion wise, yet went along with it. He was too woozy from sex to argue with me. He had only begun to accept the feverish lust we enjoyed. Our mutual desire was a reality. I poured strawberry-scented bubble bath into the water. The warm jet streams and that heavenly fragrance kept our passion alive.
I stepped into the perfumed froth, leading him by hand. We left our clothes in a heap. He dwelled on my nudity, tracking my extraordinary curves. My sumptuous ass was bared for his intimate inspection. He all but licked his lips. I was completely his, and he knew it.
With respect to my defiled home, I shelved my concern. I elected to worry about it afterward. Nothing rivaled having Mike at my erotic disposal.
Standing in the center of the Jacuzzi, we embraced. My tits rose against his heavily matted chest. Our mouths came together and our tongues met. His hands swept up and down my spine, distributing tingles. I loved his manly grain.
"This is insane," he whispered. "We just fucked twice, and I feel as though I could go again. My body keeps telling me it needs more."
"We're hungry," I explained. "Don't search for logic beyond that point."
"What is it about you that drives me wild, Pamela?"
I writhed against him. "Sexual compatibility. A fierce chemical reaction. Why hazard a guess? Let it suffice that we can make the earth move." I kissed his throat, dispensing a tiny suck.
He immediately shivered. "Jesus."
I scooped foam from the water's surface and lathered Mike's dense forest. His heart hammered beneath my palm. I wandered down his chest, over his abdomen's narrowing stripe of hair, then into his pubic thatch. Suds dribbled over his cock and balls. His bloated shaft stood at attention, stretched toward me. I retrieved more froth, dousing that upright member. Its pulsations intoxicated me.
"Your touch is like fire," he whispered. His were eyes shut, his lips barely moving. "Christ. It awakens my every cell."
The bubbles popped over his taut skin. I wove back and forth, distributing an additional wave. He was stretched to his zenith, wholly extended. I couldn't have worked another centimeter from that hard dick. Mike wildly responded to my sliding fist. Gazing at it, I thought about how excellent it felt when in my pussy.
"This belongs to me," I murmured, pulling on him. "It's mine."
Mike refrained from negating my assertion. His smile leisurely took shape. He evoked pleased gasps. Satisfied by my soapy lubrication, he merely stood his ground. I preserved his erect state.
I had him under my spell. Mike's prejudice deserted him. I ceased being the calculating bitch married to his brother, but rather a bewitching siren. I had no wish to release him from my seductive control.
Minutes later, my grip loosened. I turned, proffering my ass. It curved toward him in temptation. I deposited my big tits on the ledge of the Jacuzzi, then gave them a squeeze. My nipples jutted through my fingers. I spread my sleek legs and mewled.
Mike positioned himself for entry. That thick cock opened me from behind. He descended my tender passage, occupying considerable space. I moaned while absorbing that thick monster.
"Oh, Pamela," he gasped in my ear. He groaned my name while plunging into my hungry snatch. His hand went over my mound, his fingers pressing. He dragged me back until his pubes and balls were smashed to my buns. His plump base enlarged my hole.
My lips rounded and my breathing harshened. I steered myself to that rigid mass until impaled. The friction was marvelous. He rubbed the innermost part of me. Ohhhh. He clasped my tits while pumping me. His thumbs stirred my rock-hard nipples. Although coarse in texture, those pivoting tips engendered sparks.
The water cushioned his strokes. He went in slowly, deriving guttural pleasure from my spongy cunt. I heard his prolonged groan as he jammed me. I involuntarily tightened around his dick. My pussy muscles had him in a vise.
"Jesus, does that thing squeeze," he declared, settling into my hot fissure. He dunked his cock into my juicy warmth. He twisted in my split muff, clearly achieving bliss, then nearly yanked himself from my slick clutches. Turning, I saw his happiness register. "Oh, yeah," he grunted, reflecting joy. "Oh, Pamela."
I loved hearing him utter my name at the height of ecstasy. The urgent press of his hands, accentuated by his broad spearing, forwarded me to heaven. I raked my nails over the ceramic tiles while receiving him. Ohhhh. I snagged that immense cock when rebounding. Mike's muffled groan was music to my ears. My buns inched backward, capturing him whole. I ground myself to his ample base until the stars twinkled before my eyes. Receiving that much of him exacted its toll. I slipped away, huffing and puffing.
He boned me like he owned me. That dick slid in and out of my pussy, invariably drawing us to pleasure. I couldn't handle another stroke. Having that flourishing part of him trapped between my legs excited me. Stormily, I shook against him. He succeeded in making me cum. Savage contractions seized me without warning.
"Oh, Mike," I whimpered, contorting.
His hands enveloped my vibrant nipples. His mouth came down on my throat, bestowing me hot kisses. I squirmed against his furry chest, my vision distorting. My pussy constricted around his cock, applying its luscious seal. I savored that delicious rush.
Mike chose not to cum. Upon my recovering, he retreated from my pussy. His dick emerged swollen, dripping with my womanly excess. It jutted thickly, ready for another bout. Undiluted lust kept him swollen.
"Do you still believe what we've done is wrong?" I softly asked. "Are you sorry you surrendered to your natural impulses?"
He merely stared at me. Those coffee-colored pupils projected sexual heat. I recognized his raw desire. Mike could never successfully mask his emotions.
I perched myself on my elbows, fanning my ass for his individual benefit. My shapely buttocks visually diverted him. He drank in its lush symmetry. "Did Tom request that you track me down, or did you alone decide that?"
"He asked for nothing, yet seemed disoriented. I suspected the entire incident left him unhinged. I thought it best to find you myself."
"Was he worried about me, or the money?"
"It appeared the missing money created an enormous problem."
"Surely we had a sufficient balance in the account to cover the deficit."
Mike shook his head. "Apparently, he systematically siphoned your personal funds for other purposes."
My eyes widened. "Are you suggesting that we're broke?"
"Tom wasn't definite."
"Great," I sighed. "I suppose the bill collectors defiled my home. Had you leveled with me in the first place, I wouldn't have voluntarily pledged my cooperation."
His features darkened. "Don't you consider finding my brother important?"
I comprehended the edge in his voice. My nonchalance rankled Mike. At that moment, my reversed fortunes were immaterial. I didn't want to forfeit the erotic energy I had generated with my brother-in-law.
"That's absurd. As you've explained, he's still my husband." I shifted in the swirling foam, modeling my ass for him. His eyes gravitated to it. The hunger was etched in his expression. The seed was planted. "I'll bet you'd like to fuck it," I whispered.
He could not avert his gaze. My ass held him captive. I moved it slowly, heightening its appeal.
"Have you ever done it before?"
His Adam's apple fluttered. "Sure."
"Go ahead," I ordered, stretching my legs. "I want you to."
"What?" he croaked, as though questioning his hearing.
I spoke in a low, beguiling fashion. "Your dick is wet-lubed with soap and fuck juice. You'll slide right in. Do me that way, baby. Put it in my rear. I want backdoor service."
My swaying buns hypnotized him. He couldn't ignore their call. Mike arranged himself at my crack, then pressed his bulbous head into my anus. He pushed. My lips rounded as he introduced that monster to my rectum.
"Oh, yeah," I moaned, slowly receiving him. "More. Give me more."
"Does it hurt?"
I neglected to answer. The heat of his cock was immediate. Its pulsations were strong, smothered by my butt flesh. I drove toward it, increasing my intake. Nearing the end of our connection, we both gasped.
"Jesus, Pamela," he muttered, as though disbelieving where he was. He protruded from my expanded anus. His pubes tickled me. His balls bumped my pussy lips.
I had no business putting something that fat in my ass. Its awesome dimension wrenched my butt hole. Oh, God. I feared blacking out for a second. My equilibrium adjusted. Normalcy somewhat returned.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
"Sure, baby," I purred, disregarding the initial ache. My ass had never had so much man packed in it. The thought of containing Mike in his erect glory banished the unpleasant. I rocked my hips, taking him in small increments. I enlarged my consumption, thrust upon thrust, until his balls whacked me. That thing dug into me, seeking my bottom.
"That feels so good," he gasped.
"It sure does."
He separated my ass cheeks to better view his ingress. His thumbs pinioned my curves while he watched. I could feel the laser intensity of his stare. Witnessing something that huge work its way into my tiny hole obviously excited him. He violently throbbed in my rectum. I could feel how the pleasure ran riot through his system. "Ahhhh. It fits so nice."
"Don't stop," I squeaked when his wide foundation stretched my rim. "Ohhhh. Fuck me, Mike. Bury your cock in my ass." I offered that thing no resistance. It sank into me without conflict. I accepted its size and power.
Mike fed it to me in modest degrees, concerned by my heightened squeals. His shaft eased from my sucking embrace before drilling into my pulsing center. He dispelled stale air through gritted teeth.
My encounter with that anus-splitting beast wasn't quite the ordeal he assumed. I loved how it dominated my senses. I swerved back, wholly absorbing that cock. My ass wiggled against those taut balls and pubic nest. His throbbing bulk tested the limits of my snug rectum.
"Oh, yeah," I moaned, gripping that wide shaft with my ass-hole. "Ohhhh."
Sweat cropped at Mike's brow. He could barely handle my anal caresses. My butt hole plucked at his tense skin. Each jerk furthered his bliss. Even watching his dick get swallowed by my ravenous buns gave him a savage incentive. He stared at his protruding section in my hot receptacle. He briskly fucked my compact cheeks. His balls pummeled my backside. My ass bounced off his groin, then returned for another serving of that hard dick. "Oh, Pamela," came his strained tone, "I think I'm gonna jizz."
From his escalated hoarseness, I concluded that my ass-hole challenged his staying power. "Don't fight it, baby," I whimpered, compressing him. "Let it happen. Do it now."
Mike pleaded no contest to my crushing anus. He clasped my quivering buttocks, then gushed. Hot cum jetted into my bowels. I moaned from his deluge. Ohhhh. The amount he discharged amazed me. I thought I had drained the man, yet he manufactured a large dose.
"Oh, God," I sobbed as he creamed in my dark channel. His fingertips pressed into my soft flesh.
Mike yanked himself from my cum-saturated rectum. Hot jism spilled down my crack. My anal walls trembled from his imposing width. Massaging my mound, I suffered from the void he formed. Ohhhh. My rectum ached from his visit.
I took his dick in hand and stroked it. The tiny slit at the top opened, emitting more white stuff. Up and down my fist traveled, freeing the remnant goo. It dripped from his scarlet knob.
Mike cast his head back, letting out an anguished cry.
I milked the last of it from his cock. Mike breathlessly deposited what existed onto my tongue. I gulped those final pearls.
He collapsed against me. I welcomed the clasp of those muscular arms, the affection of those lips. He nibbled on my throat while pulling his wits together. My butt hole sustained an irritation. I nevertheless felt compensated for the sacrifice taken in letting him into my ass.
After toweling ourselves dry, we entered the bedroom. I was reminded of the destruction that had occurred. Tom was still missing, his whereabouts a mystery. I winced at the sight of the debris. Those magical moments spent with Mike didn't completely erase that violation.
"When do we notify the police?" I asked.
"It'll slow us down. Take it from one who knows." He gave me a wink.
I was about to tenderly elbow him in the ribs when I noticed the blinking light. The numerals on my answering machine enlightened me of fifteen messages. "Perhaps there are some unexplored clues." I depressed the button to retrieve each recording.
Mike and I listened to what amounted to mental pabulum. Gossip, nonsense, invitations to affairs I cared nothing about poured from the speaker. Few callers left anything of substance. One, however, presented something illuminating.
"This is Precision Auto calling for Mr. Kimak. Your Jaguar is ready for pickup. We tuned it up, per your instructions."
"Let's go," I said. "It's the best lead we have."
Mike shrugged. "What's significant about that?"
I anchored a hand on my hip. "For a cop, you sure are dumb. If he dropped off his car, he had to arrange a ride afterward. Perhaps somebody remembers something."