Chapter 11
Wednesday was a particularly trying day for Paul. He had been swamped with work, and Sheila Wagner tried to lure him into her honey trap again.
He thought quickly and told his boss that he'd promised to take Rachel to dinner that evening and couldn't play chauffeur. His boss accepted the excuse at face value. He didn't know if Sheila did. He hoped so. She could cause him a ton of trouble if she got pissed.
Then Rachel called at four. "Don't be late, darling," she said sexily. "I have a surprise for you."
The call, and the way his wife sounded, perplexed him. He couldn't imagine what she had meant. She hadn't surprised him with anything since he had known her. Fortunately, it was only an hour before quitting time. His mind wandered, wondering what she was up to.
Her surprise couldn't be anything sexual. She simply wasn't capable of coming up with something like that. Maybe she had gone on a shopping spree and just wanted to show him what she bought.
That must be it. She had probably bought something for him, something he had hinted that he wanted.
He couldn't remember dropping any hints. But she was very good at picking his brain and getting him to reveal things he wasn't even aware of.
Rachel met him at the door with a passionate kiss. "Hello, darling," she breathed sexily. She wore a black evening gown, split up both sides almost to the waist, with sparkling doodads all over it. Her long blonde hair was done in an upswept styles that made her look so damned regal, so damned elegant, that his cock pulsated. "How was your day?"
"The same old routine, darling. Tiring, as usual, and a little boring, as always." He let his hands wander down her back and over her fine ass.
She ground her crotch into his and said, "I have just the remedy for both," she whispered with a quick giggle. She removed his coat and tie and gave him another kiss.
"What's this all about?" he said.
"You'll see," she replied coyly. "No questions allowed."
The room was dark, except for a circle of bright light from an overhead track light.
"I don't remember track lights in the living room," he said.
"No questions allowed, darling," she reminded him.
Her body was shadowy, almost like an illusion, as she led him into the pool of light. All he could see was her face, part of her arms, and part of her chest. She stood him in the halo of light and stepped back. She smiled coyly and let the intrigue, the suspense, build.
She slinked seductively into the circle of light with him. Her high, jaunty tits showed almost to the nipples in the low-cut dress. Her large areolae were puckered with erotic stimulation. Her sapphire-hard nipples made taut little hillocks in the dress. A diamond choker glittered around her exquisite, graceful neck.
She wore black gloves that went to her elbows. She caressed his cheek and let him feel their satiny texture. Her lipstick was bright red and gooey, just the way he liked it; the way she seldom wore it. The air literally crackled with carnal tension.
"God, you're gorgeous woman," he husked, his vocal cords tight with excitement. "Tell me what this is all about."
"You're asking questions again," she chided gently. "You must do exactly as I say, or the game ends right now." She smiled again and stepped back out of the light. "Show me your cock."
He didn't want the game to end. At least not until he found out what she was up to. He unzipped his pants and took his cock out. The semi-hard shaft looked like a pale rubber wand sticking out of his dark pants.
"Beautiful," she said, as if seeing it for the first time. "I love your cock, darling. Stroke it."
He gripped his shaft loosely in one hand and began to stroke it slowly. She let him play with himself for a few moments, then stepped forward. The light illuminated the top half of her body and the bottom half was in the shadow.
She smiled like a lecherous angel and took his prick away from him. She wrapped her gloved hand loosely around the shaft, began to stroke it, and he almost shot his load. He couldn't believe how incredible her silk gloves felt on his cock. She licked her lips provocatively and sank to her knees. She ran the tip of his dick over her heavily painted lips, leaving bright red streaks in her wake. Slowly, like a wanton seductress, she opened her lips and let the crown of his cock slide into her mouth.
His knees nearly buckled. God, it felt sensational! "Damn!" he muttered.
She held onto his thighs and began to bob her head. He looked down at his cock sliding in out of the tight round hole of her mouth and shuddered. She gurgled and began to bob her head faster. The tip of his cock bumped the back of her throat, jolting his jangled nerves with thunderbolts, making his knees weaker.
She cut her devilish, twinkling blue eyes up at him and let his knob slowly enter her throat. Her lips touched the base of his belly. She twisted her head as she withdrew, giving him an indescribable thrill, and rubbing bright red lipstick all over his prick.
She reached into his pants and withdrew his nuts. She rolled them around in the palm of one silky, gloved hand as she applied extraordinary suction to his cock. She kept about half of his cock in her mouth and wrapped her other gloved hand around his shaft.
His guttural, quaking voice shattered the eerie quiet. "Can't hold it back much longer, baby."
She curled her tongue around the knob of his cock and began to suck harder. He locked his knees to keep from falling and put his hands behind her head. She slapped his hands away, then put her hands back on his cock and balls. She shook her head, telling him she wanted to control the action. His heavily laden balls swelled, and he had to let her have her way.
A moment before he came, her mouth left his cock. She put both hands on the shaft, one above the other, and began to double-stroke it. Those silky gloves nearly drove him out of his mind! He looked down at her. She had her mouth at the tip of his cock, wide open. He could see only the upper half of her body, which added to the feeling that he existed in the middle of some mystical fantasy.
His cock literally exploded. Her hands began to move faster. She stripped his cock down and covered his bare knob with one gloved hand. Cum gushed out in thick gobs. She caught all but one or two drops of his sticky seed in her mouth. Those drops clung to her shiny red lower lip like tiny pearls. He thought she had emptied him. Then she swallowed his prick again and forced him to give her more.
She released his cock and sat back on her haunches with a hint of a cryptic smile playing around her sensuous mouth. Amazingly, his cock still pointed at her brightly painted mouth, as rigid as ever. Her smile broadened. She pulled her dress up around her waist, fell onto her back, and kicked her heels in the air.
Now he could see only the bottom half of her body. Her milky skin gleamed in the bright light. Black silk panties with a long slit down the middle covered her blonde-haired mound.
"Your turn," he said. "Show me some pink and play with your pussy."
She put her feet on the floor with her legs wide open. She put both hands in her crotch, opened her pretty pussy and showed him the succulent interior. The middle finger of her right hand slithered up and down her wet, hair-lined slit.
"Oooh, I love that feeling," she sighed. Her hips began to hunch gently. She stopped teasing herself and grasped her trim ankles. She chuckled and pulled her legs into the air. "I've got my hot little pussy fully primed for your cock, darling," she whispered hotly. "Fuck my brains out."
He fell to his knees and rammed his aching cock into her fiery cunt with enough force to scoot her across the floor.
She became a bundle of energy, her strong thigh muscles rippling as she held her ass off the floor. She fucked back at him, gyrating wildly. She threw her hips up to make her tight sheath swallow his cock right down to the root when he slammed into her. He had to fight the pull of her strong cunt muscles when he pulled back. She bounced and jerked so hard that her tits flopped out of the top of her dress. Just enough light spilled onto the top of her body to let him see them jiggle and shimmy as they jitterbugged all over her chest.
For the first time ever, fucking her was like trying to ride a wild bull. Her energetic cunt muscles milked his cock unceasingly, coaxing another load from his balls. He grunted and gasped and panted. He hung onto her clenching buttocks for dear life and plowed her fertile crescent with all of the strength he could muster.
"God damn!" he yelled.
"Oh, yeah, darling," she cooed. "Give it to me. Let me have it. Fill me with your hot cream."
Did he have any choice? He gorged her fiercely and let his cum fly. Her ass hit the floor with a loud thump. She wrapped her shapely legs around his waist and pulled, as if trying to absorb his whole body with her molten passion pit.
He rode the top of her gash and rubbed her clit with his pubic bone, an action guaranteed to bring her off. She became even wilder when she started cumming. This time, her legs held him in place. Leaning down, he went from tit to tit, sucking and licking her stiff nipples. Her orgasm went on and on, finally stopping just before he thought she would explode.
He gave her a big, sloppy smooch, and fell over onto his side. A few minutes later, he heard her high heels clacking across the hardwood floor as she left the room. When she returned, she dropped his robe next to his tired body.
"Dinner in about thirty minutes, darling," she said.
He struggled to his feet and went into the bedroom to change into his robe. Not his ratty old terry cloth robe. A new, white silk one. His lady had been shopping again. Whoever made it skimped on the material. Half of his ass and the head of his cock showed below the bottom.
He went back into the living room and squinted in the bright glare. Every light in the place burned brightly. His eyes adjusted and he saw his darling love goddess standing in the middle of the floor, holding two tall, frosted drinks. And wearing nothing but high heels and a long strand of black beads that nestled between her large tits.
"Wow!"
She grinned and handed him one of the glasses. "You like?" She did a slow twirl so he could see all of her glorious body. "Someone told me that a girl should never be totally naked."
"I love it," he said. "Who told you that?" She ignored his question. "How do you like your new robe?"
"You bought the wrong size." He looked down at the head of his flaccid cock hanging below the hem.
"Nope. If I can go around naked, you can wear that. I like to look at your cock as much as you like to look at my pussy and ass."
"Don't forget your tits," he teased.
She giggled and shook her chest. His eyes crossed and uncrossed trying to keep up with her bouncing tits.
"If you were a nude dancer, you would bring down the house," he said.
"I have all the audience I need right here," she replied with a bright smile. "Tonight," she giggled. "Have you ever eaten in the nude?"
"Only pussy," he replied flippantly.
'That doesn't count. I mean real food."
"Nothing unreal about pussy, especially yours. I love the way it tastes and feels in my mouth."
"Down, tiger," she cooed, patting his cheek. "You can have that for dessert. I washed it and flavored it with mint."
"You still haven't told me what this is all about."
"Are you complaining?"
"Hell, no! I'm just wondering what made you change so suddenly."
"Maybe you did, darling. You never know how a woman's mind works."
"What's for dinner? I don't smell anything cooking."
"We're eating take-out tonight. I called that little restaurant around the corner from your office that you like and ordered a buffet. Just enough to keep the hunger pangs away, but not fill your tummy too full to fuck."
Her earthy language added to her enchantment. And made his cock stir. "Whatever made you change, I like it. Even if you do fuck me to death," he said with a chuckle.
"We'd better eat. I'm just getting started."