This is chapter 3 of a twenty-five chapter novel. You can enjoy it as a stand alone story, but you will miss out on a lot, not knowing the backstory. There is much more to come. I have the entire novel completed and plan to release a chapter per week. Please let me know what you think.
Chapter 3
Robert:
I hang up the phone and sigh. Two and a half hours to drive, yet. Lilith tries to be understanding, but underneath she sounds pissed. I will undoubtedly have to pay for this. It was bad enough that I had to snub her sexual advances before work this morning. She is always coming on to me at the most inappropriate times. She could see that I was running late. I hate to be late for work, especially if we are starting our workday with a meeting.
If I had known that my boss would choose to cancel the meeting that was planned for first thing this morning, that would have made a difference. Now he is asking me to go to Concord tonight. I would not have had to be in promptly this morning. When I make love, it should be a slow and sensuous affair, not a rushed ‘wham, bam, thank you ma'am’. Two or three nights ago, I wanted sex and she was too tired. Most of the time when I want sex, she is either tired or has a headache, or ‘on the rag’, or PMS cramps or something. Too often she is just not in the mood for sex. Our marriage feels like it is getting stale. She is just not as passionate when we make love as she used to be. Is that what happens when you have a couple of kids, a mortgage and are approaching middle age?
Lilith is in great shape, thanks to her Tai Chi and Yoga, but her body is not as supple as it used to be. The skin on her back and buttocks has gotten thicker and harder and brings to mind the feel of old rawhide. Her breasts have changed, too. They are flatter and her areolas have grown larger than they were when we were first married. Even her pussy has changed. It's not as tight as it used to be, probably due to having passed two children through it. But it has grown flatter and is not shaped as nice. Her toenails sometimes poke me when we are in bed together. It helps just to focus on work and not to mourn what is lost. There is no going back.
Susan, one of my associates, is complicating matters. She is recently divorced and ten years younger than Lilith. She is flirting with me and she even says that she thinks I am attractive. She calls me “the silver fox.” I am not looking for an affair, and it is not a good idea to get involved with someone from work, anyway. Things inevitably get messy. I have to admit, though, that it feels pretty good to know that I still have it and that even younger women want to be with me. At a weak moment I briefly wondered what it would be like to be with Susan. She is younger, so I bet her skin is buttery smooth to the touch. What would it be like to put my dick into her and fill her pussy with my warm cum? Oh, and did I mention, she has really nice tits? Please don't judge me. I mean what do you expect? Still, it's a bad idea.
Susan is going to the meeting in Concord too. She even asked to ride with me, but that would not be smart. From a practical aspect, it does make sense to car pool. I was inclined to do it and not say anything to anyone else. It was hard to come up with a compelling excuse to Susan for why it would not work. Telling her the truth would never work; That I did not trust myself to keep my dick in my pants. In the end I told her that there was not enough room in my two seater sports car with all the presentation materials that I have to bring along. Truth is that my presentation materials would fit behind the seat, but I don't trust myself to be alone with her. Sometimes my dick just wants what it wants.
In my wildest fantasies, I wonder what it might be like to get it on with two women. It might be fun to have a three-way with Lilith and Susan. As jealous and possessive as Lilith is, I can't see that happening. We are not that adventurous. It is fun to think about though. We need something to spice up our marriage. Being more realistic, maybe Susan can hook up with Stanley. He is single and lives in Concord, so not as entangled with her in the workplace. They would make a cute couple. An image comes to mind; Susan and Stanley in bed, banging like there is no tomorrow.
Lilith:
In no hurry to get back to an empty house, I drift through the darkened streets, full of nervous energy. Turning down the street where Mark, the security guard lives, I decide to cruise past just out of curiosity. He has been eye fucking me for weeks, and lately I have been teasing back, with great satisfaction. Spotting his house, I see his old beat-up pickup, sitting in the driveway, but I don't see his wife's white Lexus. She's a nurse and sometimes works nights at the hospital. It looks like there is a light on in the front room. They don't have any kids, so that probably means that Mark is home alone. Turning around in a cul-de-sac, I can't help speculating what he is up to. Maybe watching TV? Or eating dinner alone? Or maybe he is thinking of me in my sundress and our little teasing game. Maybe he is fantasizing about me and wanking off. That makes me laugh out loud, but it could be true.
His house comes back in view again and I decide to park at the curb across the street. This is more entertaining than going home. Fishing around for the wine that I bought for supper, I manage to get the cork out with a pocket knife that I keep in my purse. I don't have a glass, so I sip straight from the bottle. It feels trashy, but it tastes pretty good. I sit there for another fifteen to twenty minutes, sipping wine and letting my imagination run free. I fantasize about what it would be like to be with Mark. I am so curious what he is up to. I consider going to the door with some pretext, and just see what he is up to.
Time to stop sipping, it would never do for me to get a DUI driving home tonight. Nerves tingling, I decide to knock on his door and tell him that I lost my badge at work and ask if he found it on his rounds. This excuse sounds plausible to me right now. I leave my bra and panties in the car. I'm not sure why, I guess it does make me feel empowered, bolder. It makes me feel like I am shedding the part of me that is expected to smile politely. Out in the night air this all feels reckless. What if I get caught? I'm a married woman, going to see a married man. Hesitating for a moment, I say out loud, “Fuck it!” Throwing propriety to the wind, it is exhilarating to exert so much self determination, such power. The night air teases my bare skin causing a chill to rush up my body.
At the front door I raise my hand to knock, hesitating with my hand in mid air, my heart thumping. Peering through the front window I see Mark's form, sprawled on a daybed in just his striped boxers. He appears to be asleep, a blue light from the TV, dancing across his form. What am I really about to do? I bite my lip, not sure what my next move should be. On impulse, I try the knob and it turns easily. The door swings in with barely a whisper. Of course it does; nobody messes with big, tough Mark. The house smells like him— coffee, pizza and cheap detergent. Removing my shoes, I glide silently across the living room and stop in front of Mark, close enough to hear his slow, deep breathing. He stirs, the old iron day bed emitting a creak that sounds deafening in the quiet room. Adrenaline surges through my veins. What if I get caught? He sleeps on, unaware of my presence, the sound of my heart hammering in my ears.
I stand there looking longer than I should, watching his chest slowly rise and fall. He’s a big guy. Probably outweighs me by a hundred pounds. This is insane. I could leave right now. Walk out the door and no one would be the wiser.
The shank of his cock and the bulbous head are clearly visible through the thin cotton of his striped boxers. This is what I am really here for, isn't it?
His uniform lays in a crumpled heap on the floor, two pairs of steel handcuffs glint from his duty belt. An idea suddenly pops into my head. It's risky at best. In my right mind I would never consider it, but with the adrenaline flowing through my veins, the anger from the frustration of the day, and a little wine to lower my inhibitions... I may not be as clear headed as I should be.
Attaching the first hand cuff carefully, I secure one ankle. Then pass the other end behind the metal leg of the bed and fasten it to his other ankle, my hands shaking the whole time. I stand and admire my handiwork, amazed that he slept through it all.
The wrists will be harder. Both of his hands are behind his head. Moving around behind the bed, I manage to capture one of his wrists in the cuff and snake the other end through the wrought iron near his head. The next part will be tricky, since his other wrist is beneath his head. With my heart in my mouth, I carefully lift his head and quickly squeeze the cuff onto the remaining wrist. He wakes with the movement and the click of the cuff near his ear.
His eyes go wide, then settle on me. "Lilith? What the hell?" His voice is rough with sleep. He probably wonders if he is dreaming. He jerks hard. The whole frame rattles. The metal cuffs bite into his wrist but hold securely. Walking around the bed I stand to face him.
"Take these damned handcuffs off me," he roars.
Seeing that he is securely fastened, I step close, put my foot on the bed beside his knee, and shake my head one time. His eyes roam from my foot beside him, up my leg to my skirt, lingering where the hem teases the unknown. Immediately the lump in his boxers swells and lifts. Embarrassment spreads over his face. His breath quickens, I'm unsure if it is from anger or arousal.
"You'll never get away with this", he threatens. "You know that I am married. Crystal will kill me." He struggles again, unable to believe that he cannot get free.
I slap his face hard, my palm stings and his cheek redens. “Shut up! Before the night is over, I will own that cock." He looks into my eyes in shock. Clearly he is not used to anyone brave enough to slap his face and tell him to shut up.
Bending over him, I grip his swollen member through his boxers. He feels hot in my hand, a thunderstorm brewing. He says nothing to stop me. Looking up into his eyes, he is frozen like a statue. He is looking down into my top, enjoying my bare cleavage, the sting of his cheek forgotten.
Straightening, I turn and take the keys to the handcuffs from his duty belt. Dangling them from my finger, I bend down close to his face, tracing my finger along his cheek, feeling the day's end stubble. "You can say stop,” I tell him, quietly. “One word and I’m gone." He looks at the key, then back to me. His lip trembles, he shakes his head, but he doesn’t say a word. "Okay, then. Let me know if you change your mind."
Gripping the waistband of his boxers, I yank them down and off. He lifts his hips to facilitate. His cock springs free like a diving board, pointing towards my face. As we both watch, it bounces in time with his rapid heartbeat. His cock is fat and meaty, just as I had imagined. I am surprised to see that he is circumcised. Hmmm. I have never had a circumcised cock before. The head has a bluish tint to match the veins along the shaft. He is hard and aroused, ready to fuck someone. I reach and cup his balls. They feel heavy in the palm of my hand. Mark holds his breath, not sure what I will do with his balls literally in my hands. I feel him tense up, and I am in awe at the power I have over this brute of a man. Running my finger along the underside of his penis, I trace his length all the way to the head. A tiny drop of pre-cum appears at his slit. Seeing this makes me tingle knowing that I turn him on. It makes me want him all the more.
Knowing that men are excited by visuals, I open the rest of the buttons on my top, pull my arms free of the sleeves, and push my top down to my waist. Mark's eyes bulge and his mouth hangs slack, unable to say a word.
Bending again, I take the head of his fat dick into my mouth. My bare boobs rest on his thighs. Swirling my tongue over his tip I taste the salty precum and feel its slickness on the tip of my tongue. Mark gasps, then groans and I feel him stiffen in my mouth. Sucking hard on the tip of his cock, I pull it from my mouth with a pop. I look into his face to gauge his reaction, but he has his eyes closed as if in a dream. I want him good and wet, so I take him back into my mouth again, this time shoving his sausage down my throat as far as I can.
Lifting my skirt, I place a knee on the daybed next to his legs and transfer my weight. The daybed creaks. I place my other knee on the other side of his legs. With my skirt raised, I walk on my knees up the bed straddling his thighs. The iron bed creaks and groans as I scoot up closer to his crotch. Mark's eyes open and he watches my hiked skirt for glimpses of my bare, shaved pussy. He looks surprised and alarmed as I move closer to his erection, but does not utter a word. Briefly, I worry about someone coming through the door, unexpectedly, discovering my deed. I should have locked it behind me.
Pushing down the thought I move closer, and Mark's cock disappears under my skirt. Reaching down between us, I wrap my fingers around his warm, wet member and run the head up and down my slit, parting the lips of my flower. I find my ample sweet nectar, and spread it around as natural lubrication. Using the soft mushroom head, I gently rub my engorged clit to pleasure myself. Looking into Mark's face, I see that he is enthralled with the movement of my boobs as I rub him around my clit. Finally I push the head of his member back to my warm, welcoming entrance.
Positioning myself directly over him I slowly lower myself, feeling the pressure. My pussy lips spread and the tip of his blunt spear pops in. I gasp at the feeling of being stretched. Heat spreads through my body, and a moan escapes my throat as I release the breath that I have been holding. Mark's hips move, trying to sink to the hilt and increase the friction. I am the one in control here, so I place my hands on his hips and apply pressure to still him. He groans in frustration. Pushing my chest forward, I rub my boobs all over his face. Taking one of my tits in my hand, I guide the tip to his mouth. His lips part to accept my protruding nipple, latching on and sucking hard. My nipple is too sensitive, and I pull it out of his mouth with a ‘pop.’ He looks into my face, clearly frustrated, and I say, “too hard.” He looks hurt. Let's try this again. Guiding my other nipple toward his mouth, he eagerly accepts it, looking pleased. He starts out gentle, but quickly increases the intensity and I pull the other nipple free of his mouth with a ‘pop.’
“Aw. Come on!” He pleads. Instead, I lower myself down the rest of the way on his cock. Mark tries to rock his hips up to meet me, but I have him pinned. I am the one in control here. Pausing, I am in no hurry. Why do men always have to rush for the finish line? Instead I play with my nipples, rolling them between my fingers as he watches. My boobs are just big enough that I can lick and suck my own nipples. Mark watches me, completely mesmerized. He almost starts drooling before he catches himself and licks his lips. I push my boobs together and Mark reaches his tongue towards me, but I push his chest back against the bed. He just looks on longingly at my nipples.
I am thoroughly wet, down below. Leaking my juices down Mark's fat dick. Slowly, I raise myself an inch, then settle back down. My hand snakes down to my crotch, finding my little knob. With two fingers in a vee, I rub the channel on either side of my clit, providing indirect stimulation. But Mark is growing impatient and rocks his hip up to mine, trying to increase the pace and the friction. He keeps forgetting that I am the one in control here. Placing both my hands on his hips, I still his movements by applying pressure. He rattles the handcuffs in frustration.
Instead of thrusting, I grind myself slowly along his length, smearing my wetness on his balls, dragging my clit over his coarse hair, chasing my own pleasure. The daybed groans under our combined weight and movement.
Faster and faster I move as I feel a monstrous orgasm building. I am angling and applying so much pressure on Mark's cock, that it pops out of my pussy. Mark groans and I quickly stuff him back inside of me. He again tries to ram his hips into me, but I hold him down firmly and get back into my rhythm, sliding fore and aft.
My orgasm rips through me— hard, ugly, soaking his lap. I collapse on him, my head resting on his shoulder, my tits press into his chest, panting, feeling the aftershocks. His cock swells within me, and I know that he is about to cum. Quickly, I rise up off of him and his dick flops onto his belly, a single pearly drop of fluid oozes from his slit, sliding down the head of his penis.
"No" he rasps, his voice wrecked. "Please…” He groans pathetically and I actually feel sorry for him. Staring in amazement, realization dawns that he must have been right on the cusp of cuming. His cock must have spasmed one time to have ejected the large drop of cum.
Standing, I walk to the bathroom, pulling on my clothes as I go. “Hey!” Mark cries in dismay. “What about me?” I take my time, wiping my face with a warm washcloth and cleaning up my dripping cunt. I press the warm washcloth against my pussy to ease the ache there. In the living room Mark is struggling to get free, occasionally calling out for me to help him.
Walking back into the living room I pause before Mark, who remains securely fastened to the daybed, I smirk at him. He says “You will never get away with this.”
I put my hands on my hips and challenge him. “You best keep your mouth shut. Are you going to tell people that I raped you? No one ever believes that the woman is the wolf. My story is that I came to your house to get my lost badge and that you pulled me inside the house and raped me. Who do you think they will believe? This better stay between you and me. You got it?” I could see Mark working over in his mind how this would go. Besides the possibility of having to defend himself against a rape charge, the humiliation of being dominated by a woman would be too much.
“Let me go.” Mark begs. Rummaging for the key to the handcuffs, I walk around behind him where his wrists are still fastened to the daybed. The key clicks in the cuffs and one side loosens from his wrist. As he watches, I drop the key on the floor and step quickly to the door. “Hey” he calls after me. “Give me the key!”
“See you at work.” I continue on my way out the door to my car. He will figure out that with his hands free, he can stand on the floor. From that position, he can lift the frame of the daybed to free the handcuff where it is looped around the leg of the bed. Then he will be able to hobble around behind the bed to retrieve the key. This will give me time to make my escape.
Driving away in my car, I smile and sigh having fulfilled my fantasy. Not only did I discover that Mark does indeed have a fat cock, but I actually got to take him inside of me. It made me feel powerful to have control as I did. I had him under my thumb and we did things the way that I wanted. Suddenly the inside of my car feels too hot. I put my hand down between my legs and remember that I am riding commando. I rub my finger over my outer labia as I drive. Instead of satisfying my need, my experience at Mark's house only intensifies it.