Chapter 12
Rachel read as she patiently waited for the baseball game to end. When the last out was recorded, she turned off the TV and took Paul's hand.
"Come with me, darling," she said.
"Where are we going?"
"I'm going to give you a bath."
"Oh? Did my deodorant fail?"
"No. I'm going to show you how much fun I can be. And I expect your full cooperation."
"How can I say yes or no when I have no idea what you're going to do?"
"Trust me. You have everything to gain and nothing to lose."
"You sound like a politician. But okay, why the hell not?"
"The rules are simple. You let me do everything I want to, and you don't touch me until I say you can. Don't even try to anticipate what I want and respond to it. In fact, I don't expect any response at all to anything I do."
"Well, that's sure different."
"I know. That's what this is all about."
She put him in the tub and began to scrub him. "I like to touch your body."
"I assume you have a reason for doing this."
"You know that I usually have a reason for what I do, darling. How else can I know when I've got to where I want to go? Up you go now." She dried his body, then patted his ass. "Go stretch out on the bed and wait for me."
Rachel hung her robe on back of the door and used the bidet. She dabbed Paul's favorite perfume in the proper places, then went into the bedroom.
"Roll over on your tummy and relax, darling. Time for your massage."
"You haven't given me a massage since our honeymoon." .
"Then it's time I did, don't you think?"
She poured warm oil on his back and began. She spent nearly an hour kneading and lightly pummeling his backside from foot to head. By the time she finished, he was fully relaxed.
She patted his ass and said, "Turn over, darling."
"I was almost asleep," he mumbled.
She did the front of his body, avoiding his cock and balls. As she massaged him, she rubbed her pussy along his legs and let her nipples graze over his skin. When she finished, she coated the front of her own body with oil.
"I almost went to sleep again," he said.
"You're going to be wide awake in a few minutes," she giggled.
She stretched out full-length on top of him. He put his hands on her ass. She removed them gently, but firmly and put them on the bed by his hips. She squirmed and writhed on top of him for several minutes. Then she got on her hands and knees over him and rubbed just her tits all over his body. He quivered and sighed when her nipples passed over his cock and down the inside of his thighs.
She lifted him and stuffed the pillows behind him. She sat down in front of him and extended her legs. She put his legs over hers and scooted forward until her crotch was inches from his. His balls and limp cock hung down between his widespread legs.
She slipped her left hand under his balls and lifted them in her palm. "I love your big balls," she said softly. She curled her fingers over his nuts. She gently rolled his nuts around, keeping her touch very light. "They have so much cum in them, and I love cum."
"Keep talking. I like what I'm hearing."
"Talk isn't all I'm going to do, darling. I want every drop of cum that's in your big balls."
"A simple funeral will be fine," he murmured.
"I like to play with a cock." She released his balls, lifted his cock and peeled the foreskin back. She leaned over, lifted the head to her lips and kissed it tenderly, lightly. "Hmmm, your cock feels so good on my lips."
"It feels good between your lips, too."
She continued to play with his prick, using both hands, kissing it lightly now and then. She wanted him completely relaxed when he came. "Do you like the way I suck your cock?"
"You know I do."
"I love to suck cock. If you met a woman who sucks better than I do, would you let her blow you?"
"That's a loaded question. How would I know in advance how well she sucks?"
"Maybe one of your buddies would tell you. Don't men say that an outstanding cocksucker has a golden tongue?"
"I've heard that."
"If I told you that a woman has a golden tongue, would you let her suck you?" She felt his cock stir and smiled.
"Is this a test?" he asked warily.
She bared the head of his cock and coated it with oil. She wrapped her left hand loosely around the knob. She continued to squeeze and stroke the shaft with her right hand. His prick slowly increased in size.
"If an outstanding cocksucker has a golden tongue, what do you call a girl who gives outstanding hand jobs?"
"Damned if I know," he mumbled.
She hunched a little closer. She rubbed the head of his cock lightly over the lips of her pussy, then through her golden blonde cunt hair. His cock got a little bigger. A pearly drop of clear liquid appeared on the end. She took his cockhead back in the palm of her left hand and squeezed ever so slightly. She continued to jack him with a slow, steady rhythm.
Suddenly, his hips jerked and he started cumming. His half-hard prick emptied itself into her left palm in heavy throbs.
"God damn!" he exclaimed.
"Let it go, darling," she cooed. She continued to stroke him with the same slow, steady motion. "Watching you cum excites me. Come on, give me all of it!" She pulled on his prick until it stopped squirting. "Thank you, darling. That was very good." She leaned down and kissed the head of his cock.
"I don't know why you're thanking me."
"I wanted you to experience a totally relaxed orgasm. I've cum that way a couple of times, and I really enjoyed it."
"You know, I've just realized that I know very little about you. About what you did before we married."
"You know what I did the year before we married," she giggled. "I spent most of time with your cock in me. If you're asking me to volunteer information, forget it."
"Suppose I ask?"
She smiled sweetly. "If you ask specific questions, I'll give you specific answers."
"Which means I have to know what to ask before I find out what I want to know," he grumbled.
"Right. Trade places with me." She held his cum in her left hand, pivoted on her ass and sat with her back against the headboard. "Sit where you have a good view of my pussy."
He sat in front of her, cross-legged, staring at her crotch. She bent her knees and spread her thighs wide, then smeared his cum all over her mound. She spread her cunt lips apart and ran the end of her middle finger up and down the wet slit.
"My pussy's so wet, darling," she murmured. "See how hard my clit is?"
He reached out and started to touch her clit with the tip of his finger.
"No touching, darling," she said softly. "Remember what I said. I want to do this for you. I want you to watch me do it. Has a woman ever played with her pussy just for your viewing pleasure? Besides me, I mean."
"I've watched a couple of women jack off. They didn't do it just for my viewing pleasure."
"Take your cock in your hand." She waited until he did. "Good. Now, play with it while you watch me jack off."
She began to finger her cunt. Her breathing became irregular almost immediately. Her big clit fascinated him. The hardy bud stood up, far out of its hood, looking just like a tiny penis.
"I've never seen a bigger clit," he said.
"I know a woman who has one as big. Do you want me to ask her if you can look at it?"
"How would you know how big a woman's clit is?"
"Women know things, darling," she said coyly.
"If you knew a woman whose slit runs sideways, would you ask her to let me look at it?" he laughed.
"Never can tell what I might do, darling." She touched her love button and shivered. "My clit is so sensitive," she whispered hotly. "like my nipples. Look at my nipples, darling. See how hard they get when I'm really hot?"
He looked. And licked his lips. Her nipples were big and hard. He felt a powerful urge to take one in his mouth. He looked up, met her gaze.
She made firm eye contact, held his gaze and licked her lips. She smiled sexily. A look of devilish delight danced in her dazzling blue eyes. A strong sense of sexual arousal pulsed through her body. She looked down, willing his eyes to follow.
He watched as she slid a slender finger into her oily love hole. The middle finger of her other hand settled on her clit and began to move rapidly. She closed her eyes and began to frig herself faster. Her thighs began to tremble. Lust twisted her lovely face.
Her sex gun fired almost immediately. Her hips jerked savagely. She screamed loud enough to make him wince. Her finger was almost a blur as it moved over her clit. Her finger slowed gradually. Her body stopped twitching and jerking. She opened her eyes and stared at him.
"Hmmmmm, that was so fucking good," she whispered. "Your cock says that you liked the show."
He suddenly remembered that he had been pulling on his pud. He looked down and grinned. "Yeah," he said. "Any red-blooded man would."
"How about a blue blood? Stick with me and I'll take you where no man has gone before."
"That sounds familiar," he quipped.
She pushed him onto his back. She went for his mouth, and gave him the full length of her long, active tongue. He tried to put his arms around her. She seized his wrists and pushed his arms down to the bed.
"I didn't say you could touch me, darling," she chuckled. "I'm still in charge."
She held his hands as she stretched out on top of him, treating him to the feel of her satiny body again. She trapped his half-hard prick between her thighs and rubbed her wet gash up and down the shaft.
She began to slide lower, nipping, kissing, nibbling and licking his body. She knew that a man's nipples are usually as sensitive as a woman's. Women who don't learn about a man's body aren't good lovers. She licked, then sucked, then bit his nipples tenderly. He groaned and the muscles in his stomach rippled.
She moved lower and lifted his left leg. She tickled behind his knee with the tip of her tongue, then kissed it. She teased his right leg, then went to his crotch. She licked around the base of his prick. She ran the tip of her nose through his pubic hair. Her mouth hovered over his prick. He sucked his breath in when she gripped the shaft. He took a deeper breath when her head went lower and her warm breath wafted over the head of his cock. Her lips touched the knob and his chest began to heave. He groaned when her long pink tongue snaked out and circled the crown.
She put both hands flat on his groin and propped his cock between her hands. She opened her mouth wide and lowered her head. The head of his cock slid between her lush lips. Her head went lower slowly, steadily. She didn't stop until she had swallowed his entire prick and her lips were touching the back of her hands.
She began to bob her head very slowly. She kept her lips closed around the shaft and pulled back until only the head was in her mouth. She paused, then swallowed his shaft again. She continued the erotic stimulation until his prick was fully erect. She had swallowed John's much bigger cock. Her husband's cock was easier.
His arousal soared. The harder his cock got, the more excited he got. His body began to tremble slightly as his hot wife made love to his prick. She took his cock out of her mouth and pulled the foreskin back. She began with the swollen head and licked his entire prick, touching it only with her tongue. She stopped licking and looked up. His face reflected his passion. His chest pumped up and down from his hard breathing.
"Your cock is gorgeous," she said in a throaty whisper. "It feels like a steel bar covered with the finest silk. I love to have it in my mouth."
She had never complimented his cock. He hoped he could find out what made her change so he could be sure she didn't change back.
She took the bare knob back into her mouth. She locked her lips tightly behind the crown and began to bob her head up and down again. Rapidly! She was jacking him off with her mouth! Only her mouth touched his cock. And only the head.. .the site of all the nerve endings, the seat of those remarkable feelings chasing each other through his body, tingling his toes and burning into his brain.
His body began to tremble harder. Then began to writhe. Her head began to bob faster. His desire to cum built to a nearly intolerable level. She felt the swelling and increased throbbing in his cock. The taste of his cock changed and she knew he was ready to cum. Her mouth watered in anticipation.
"God, what a terrific cocksucker!" he croaked. "I'm going to cum! Get it, baby! Make it all come out!"
"Uh-hmmmmm," she crooned without opening her mouth. She squeezed her lips tighter and began to bob her head up and down faster.
His hips lunged up and his jism began to gush into the vacuum she called a mouth. Her head continued to fly up and down as she swallowed rapidly. Her long blonde hair fell around her face and tickled his belly and thighs.
He grabbed her head. His fingers slid through her hair. He tried to hold her head, stop it from moving. She was driving him crazy! He couldn't stop cumming.
She slapped his hands away brusquely without missing an oral stroke. She sucked him avidly until his body slumped and his cock began to shrivel. Instead of releasing his cock, however, she swallowed it again!
His exhausted body came to his rescue. His cock crumpled into a tube of limp flesh. She let his slack stalk slide slowly from her mouth. She held it in the palm of her hand and kissed it tenderly. Then she looked at his face and smiled.
"That was a good cum, darling. I don't need to ask if you liked it, do I?"
He panted hard, sucking in great gulps of air, fighting to talk. "God, it was great! I think it gets better every time you do it."
"I love to suck your cock and eat your cum," she said, her voice husky, sexy.
"One of these days, you're going to tell me what made you change."
"Why is that so important to you?"
"Because I want to be sure it keeps happening."
She had a vivid mental image of Anne and John, and shivered. "Be careful what you ask for, darling," she said softly.
"You're a rambunctious little witch tonight. I guess I'll have to be content with that. May I touch you now?"
"All you want, darling. Any way you want. I should freshen up, though. I've got dried cum all over my mouth and pussy."
"Later. Come snuggle with me."
Rachel snuggled against him and took him in her arms. "Several years ago, I bought a book about sexuality. It said the more you cum, the more you want to cum. And the easier it is to cum. It meant women, but I think it might also apply to men."
"Women don't have to worry about getting a hard-on," he laughed.
"I can always take care of that."
"Why did you buy that kind of book?"
"For the longest time, I couldn't cum. Even when I jacked off. I thought it would help."
"Did it?"
"Yes," she said. "Along with other things."
"Will you tell me what those other things were."
"Maybe someday."
He kissed her on the mouth. "You're full of mysteries, aren't you?"
"Darling, a woman with a little mystery about her is a lot more fun."
"Does it get any better than it is right now?" he asked.
"Perhaps," she said. "Depends on how you look at it. But I'll caution you again. Be careful what you ask for."