Chapter 13
Sunday morning, Rachel woke Paul with a cup of hot coffee.
"Good morning, sleepy head."
He sat up with his back against the headboard. "Good morning."
"Did you sleep well?"
"Who wouldn't after the workout you gave me last night?" he laughed.
"Can I charm you into taking me out to breakfast?"
"You could charm a snake out of its skin. The way you're dressed doesn't hurt."
"Do you like the way I'm dressed?"
She did a slow 360 degree turn, modeling for him. She wore a pair of white silk shorts that looked as if they had been spray-painted on her luscious ass. He saw her slit clearly outlined in the tight material. Which meant no panties, either. He thought he could see a few tendrils of pubic hair peeking out around the legs. Her red silk tank top left no doubt that her superb tits had freedom to roam. Her red, high heel sandals were mostly straps. Just looking at her made his blood race. She dressed the way he thought a sensual woman should dress-the way he always wanted her to dress.
"Love it. Just don't start a riot. I'm not up to fighting off the whole town."
"Probably just our next door neighbor." She didn't specify whether she meant Margo or her husband. She smiled coyly and took a deep breath, accentuating her voluptuous body. "I went shopping yesterday and bought this outfit just for you."
"Thank you. I appreciate it. But don't take such a deep breath. The whole damned world stops when you do."
She kissed him, then said, "That bath's all yours. Be as fast as you can. I'm famished."
"Do you really expect me to think about food with you dressed that way?"
"You can have me now if you want," she said. "I would like to wait until later. I need all of my energy to do what I have planned. Feed me first. Food, that is. What's that old line men use about women? Stuff them and mount them?"
"Yeah, something like that. It'll be a struggle, but we'll eat breakfast first."
When they returned, they walked into the house holding hands like two young lovers. Rachel felt deliriously happy. And a little nervous. Today, she was going to tell Paul part of the reason she had changed so drastically, and she had no idea how he was going to take it.
Inside the house, she turned and went into his arms. Her kiss was deep and filled with longing, full of need. She loved the way his tongue felt in her mouth. She loved to hold him close and rub her body against his. She felt his erect cock pressing into her mound.
The kiss nearly took his breath away. He sensed her apprehension. He misread it as excitement.
She broke the kiss. She put her hands on his cheeks and gurgled with happiness as she licked his lips. "I love you, darling," she whispered.
"I love you, baby. I had a good breakfast, but I still want something else to eat."
"Oh? What might that be?"
"Your sweet pussy," he replied.
"Hmmmmm, I like the sound of that," she whispered.
He picked her up and carried her to the bedroom. He put her on the bed, kicked off his shoes and stretched out by her. He kissed her, then opened her blouse and licked her tits. She cooed and caressed his head. He licked her belly, then removed her shorts. She wiggled and squirmed.
"Open your legs, baby," he said huskily.
She rolled onto her back and propped herself up on the pillows. She pulled her feet up to her ass, dug the heels of her sandals in the bed and let her knees fall apart slowly.
He knelt in front of her and looked at her pussy. The long, thick inner lips already gaped slightly. Her essence glistened in the thick, golden blonde hair along her slit. He licked her twat, then used both hands to explore the erotic garden.
Goose bumps sprang up all over her trembling body. Erotic heat inflamed her. Her provocative posture, her husband's lecherous admiration, excited her.
"When you look at my pussy that way, I get so horny." Her quivering voice betrayed her fervent emotion.
"Your pussy is beautiful," he murmured. "I can't think of a more pleasing compliment, darling."
He spread her legs and pushed them back until the tops of her thighs rested on her tits. He licked her sultry slit with a broad tongue, going from bottom to top several times. She moaned and began to hunch her cunt at his mouth. He took her long inner lips between his lips and sucked them gently. He fucked her with his tongue. He sucked her hole and drank her delectable juice.
Her body was a quaking mass of raw nerves. Her moans became louder and more lustful. Her body began to writhe restlessly. When his exploring tongue began to jitterbug on her large clit, her moans became wails. She climaxed within seconds. Her screams reverberated off the walls as she came again. Then her orgasms came one after the other, so close together they felt like one unending wave of eroticism.
In her fervid delirium, she thrust her legs down, breaking his hold. She locked her legs together behind his head and began to buck like a wild bronco. Her hands flew to her tits. She mauled the pliable mounds and twisted her stiff nipples.
He lashed her energized clitoris with tender affection. Her newly emerged personality thrilled him. The more she screamed and bucked, the more he wanted to please her.
Her voice became hoarse. Her screams began to ebb. She loosened her leg-lock on his head. She caressed his head and smoothed his hair with both hands. "Oh, darling, you're going to drive me crazy with your marvelous tongue," she said in a raspy voice. "Lick me some more. Make me cum again."
He chuckled and pushed her legs back up. A stream of sticky essence had oozed out of her hole and dribbled into the crack of her ass. He licked her slit clean, and her body began to twitch and jerk again. His tongue snaked down, following the line of sap between the cheeks of her ass. He licked her asshole, and she began to writhe and hunch. He dragged the tip of his tongue all the way up her slit and across her clit.
She locked her ankles behind his neck and yanked his face into her crotch. He began to lick her clit, and she went off immediately. He thought he would smother before her passion began to ebb and she released her leg-lock. He rose to his knees, leaned over and kissed her.
She caressed his cheeks with both hands and licked his mouth and chin. T love the way you eat me. Your tongue feels like an electric wire. A current flows from the end of your tongue right into my cunt."
"Your new enthusiasm is infectious," he said. He got off the bed and undressed. "The more active you are, the more I like to lick you."
"My enthusiasm is more like reborn instead of new," she said. "Maybe I ought to slow down. If you lick me any better than you just did, I'll go mad." She pushed herself back up against the stack of pillows and opened her legs wider.
He got back on the bed between her legs. His stiff prick stood straight out from his body, bouncing up and down as he moved. Her eyes reflected her admiration of his tool and her compelling desire to have it in her. He lifted her legs and put them over his shoulders, nearly doubling her up. He shuffled forward until the tip of his cock touched her cunt lips.
She glanced down between her tits at his cock as she reached for it with both hands. "Gorgeous cock," she said softly. She ran the head up and down her steamy slit several times. The heavy beat in his organ warned her not to dally. She put the knob at the entrance of her cunt and looked up at him with adoration in her eyes. "My pussy is so hungry for your lovely cock," she cooed. "Feed her, darling. Give her a big drink of your delicious juice."
He eased his lusty, swollen prick into her bubbling passion pit. He clenched his teeth to keep from dumping his load immediately.
She read his expression perfectly. She reached up with both hands and caressed his cheeks. "Don't worry about it, darling," she whispered. "Just put that gorgeous hunk of meat in my cunt and fuck me!" She began to rotate her ass with slow, sensuous movements, encouraging him to skewer her with his lusty lance. "I'm still cumming a little. I'll get off again with you." She began to corkscrew and hunch at him.
He grunted hoarsely, slammed forward, and the tip of his cock rocked her cradle. He dug his fingers into her legs and began to short-stroke her rapidly as his cum gushed into her in a hot flood.
"Oh, fuck, darling!" she crooned. "I'm cumming with you! Oh, yes! That's the way. Fill my hot cunt! Give me all of your cum!" She began to buck and writhe. "Oh, God, baby, I love to fuck! You don't know how much I love to fuck! Oh, fuck, baby, I can't stop cumming. Fuck me, baby, fuck me!"
His flow of cum abated. He uttered a deep grunt of satisfaction and began to fuck her with long, pile-driving strokes. She put her hands on her tits and began to knead the big mounds. She looked up at him and smiled dreamily.
"Your gorgeous cock is still so fucking hard, darling," she murmured. She drifted in an erotic haze, not quite sure where she was. She knew only that she was impaled on a hard cock, still cumming. "It feels fabulous. All hard cocks feel fabulous. I'm still cumming, darling. Get my cunt! Fuck my cunt hard. Fuck my ass into the bed. I love it. Love cock. Love to fuck!" Her head began to roll from side to side. Her hips began to twist and churn harder.
Her writhing and twisting and bucking goaded him on. She clamped his prick in the velvet vise of her cunt muscles and he knew that she had delivered the knock-out blow again.
"God, you've got a magnificent fucking cock!" she bawled. "Absolutely fucking outstanding! Cum with me! I love to feel hot cum spurting into me when I cum!"
He was too engrossed in her passion to notice that she was talking about cocks in general, not his specifically. He began to fuck her furiously. He grunted and groaned and gave her another shot of jism. She rode the crest of the tidal wave of passion with him, screaming and babbling with rapture. They fucked themselves out and he stretched on top of her. She cradled him in her arms and sucked his tongue as she kissed him passionately. She broke the kiss and licked his lips.
"God, what a fantastic fuck!" she whispered.
"You really got carried away," he said. "I've never seen you so hot."
"Fucking really is part mental, darling." She rolled them onto their sides and kissed him. "And I finally got my head screwed on straight."
He looked into her eyes. "I still want to know what made you change."
"You really loaded my cunt," she giggled. "You haven't given me a double load since our honeymoon. I'd better go get rid of it. I'm leaking all over the bed, and I don't like to sleep in a wet spot."
She twisted around, lifted his limp cock and sucked it into her mouth. She washed it with her tongue, then smacked her lips. She kissed him, slid out of bed and trotted to the bathroom. She came back and snuggled up against him.
"No more stalling," he said. "Tell me what this is all about."
"What, darling?" she replied innocently.
"Don't act dumb with me. For the past week, you've tried to fuck me to death. I'm not complaining, mind you. It's just that you made such a sudden, drastic change. I want to know why."
"Maybe you don't, darling," she said softly. "Maybe you ought to just accept me as I am now and let it go at that."
"Why wouldn't I want to know? Are you on drugs or something? Is that why you're so hyped?"
"I'm not on anything and I'm not hyped. Things change, darling. You didn't like my submissiveness. My problem was that I let you intimidate me. Don't ask me why. I don't know. You don't any more. You're seeing the real me now."
"I didn't know that I was intimidating you," he said.
"It was my fault, darling, not yours. Do you really want to keep me this way?"
"You know I do. What do I have to do?"
Rachel took a deep breath and let it out slowly. The moment of truth had arrived. "If you're really serious, you can start with a threesome. With you and another man."
"Well, that's a surprise, right out of the blue."
"Only because I've never let you know the real me," she said. "Maybe now that you do know, you don't like it. I told you that you ought to be careful what you ask for."
"Nothing worth having is free," Paul said. "How do you want to go about picking out another man?"
Rachel breathed an inward sigh of relief. "I'll leave it up to you, darling. I trust your judgment."