Monica's Magical Machination Ch. 02

PART I -- THE RETURN

"I missed you, baby," Monica murmured as her lips met mine and her tongue slipped inside. We kissed for a moment and were startled by a car horn, accompanied by a man's voice yelling. "Get a room."

I squeezed both of Monica's ass cheeks in response, but then put my suitcase in the car, after which Monica flashed the man a smile and grabbed my crotch.

"So vulgar," I said, in mock indignation.

She handed me the keys. "Just drive. The sooner we get home, the sooner you can start licking my pussy." I missed my Monica.

It was a short drive from Sky Harbor to our home at the edge of South Mountain. Long enough for me to bring Monica up to speed on some of the high points of my few nights with her niece Caitlin, including where I finally got her comfortable enough to allow me to cum on her bald head, and massage it into her scalp.

Monica laughed, "I hoped you saved a few drops for me," as she gently squeezed and rubbed at my crotch while I navigated the side streets into and through our complex. "Your poor neglected wife pining at home for you while you're servicing beautiful young women." I shot her a withering glance as I turned the wheel, and the car entered our street.

"Merely an appetizer my dear, an amuse-bouche, and now it's time for the main course." I slowed and we turned into the driveway as the garage door lifted open and the car slipped inside, coming to a stop. I was tired after a half day of work that had followed an early morning fuck session with Caitlin, but excited as always to pleasure my wife. My wife who had arranged several days with her hot niece.

"Red or white," Monica asked, as if she didn't already know the answer. I always took white when I was tired if we were going to get frisky.

"White."

"Good boy," she murmured, "Now hurry up, I've got a powerful ache."

I chuckled, "As if you didn't vibe yourself blind while I was away."

"You know it's not the same," she said reproachfully, "now hurry up."

She disappeared into the house while I grabbed my bags from the car. The suitcase wheels made a clacking sound as they crossed the threshold. Once inside, I kicked my shoes off and removed my shirt. Monica had two tumblers of wine and was on her way to the bedroom. By the time I got there, pulling my belt off as I entered the door, she was almost nude and halfway through her wine. I quickly dropped my pants and boxers, cock protruding at full staff, and climbed onto the bed. Monica lay back, "Main course. Hopefully, you still have some appetite."

I pushed her legs apart as my face nestled in between her thighs. She giggled as my several-day growth of facial hair tickled her and settled back with a sigh. There was the customary gasp as my tongue touched her clit, and then her hands found my hair and idly tousled it as I set about my work.

Monica and I had only been married for 15 years after our first "starter" marriages, and she never grew tired of my oral administrations. She settled back dreamily as my tongue flickered over her little bud. There were only so many things a person can do with their mouth on a woman's sex, and I'm quite sure I covered them all and then some within the first year. I tried to mix it up, but honestly felt like half the time it just seemed routine. I knew what she liked and tried to throw some variety in there, but often just went for what I knew worked.

Caitlin had different sensibilities than Monica. Whereas Monica appreciated a steady, firm rhythm and pressure, Caitlin responded to the slightest touch -- less was more. Monica liked a finger or two in her pussy or her ass. Caitlin did not. I decided to treat Monica like Caitlin; perhaps her tastes had changed?

After several minutes of the gentlest brushing of my unhurried tongue against her clit, she shuddered and giggled. "You come back after your assignment like a new lover. I should send you out on more." My head shot up, looking at her.

"What?"

"You heard me. Now keep doing that," she said quietly as she pushed my head back down. "You can talk while we fuck," and I felt her settle down again. She shuddered again a few more times before I felt her stiffen a bit, and her breathing betrayed her orgasm. This was a gentle one, not like what she usually had, and she laughed quietly when it was over. I could feel her stretch, and she tugged on my head so I could come up for air and some wine. I drank most of my tumbler at once and she put it back while I settled back in for continuing gentle tongue play. "Remind me to thank Caitlin," she murmured, and successfully predicted my response by pushing on my head as I tried to raise it. I laughed into her pussy and continued.

It was another 10 minutes, and my tongue was starting to cramp a little, when she shuddered harder this time, and I could feel her trembling gently as she came again. "Mmmm, that was nice."

"Only nice?"

"Get up here," she ordered, as she tugged on my hair. "Nice is good."

I started to position my cock to enter her thoroughly saturated pussy, but she kept pulling me, and I ended up flopping down next to her, half laying on her, and nuzzled her neck with playful kisses. I felt her hand around my prick as she slowly slid her hand along its length. I was not the most endowed of men, but when asked how long a man's legs should be, Abraham Lincoln replied "Long enough to reach the ground," or so I've heard. I think he's also credited with saying "Don't believe everything you hear on the internet."

A handjob was not in my future as Monica gathered herself up from under me and straddled me, quickly sinking down, her cunt swallowing my now throbbing member. She sat still for a moment, enjoying the feeling of deep penetration, and then started alternating a grinding and bobbing. She was in no hurry, and I could feel the muscular walls of her vagina squeezing me. She always joked about doing her Kegels, and I never had any reason to doubt her.

"I think I have another assignment for you."

"Oh? Is that what we're calling them? Like Caitlin and Nichole?"

Monica laughed. "Nichole... I still don't feel comfortable blowing you after that." She grinned at me as she tightened her pussy and pushed down. I groaned in response.

PART II - NICHOLE

Nichole was, and still is, a friend of Monica's who had been the victim of domestic abuse. Her ex got drunk one evening and decided to take his frustration out on her. At five one and thin as a rail, her much larger attacker was able to do a lot of damage before he eventually had had enough, and she had too. She suffered a badly broken jaw and wrist, and after several surgeries, she was going to recover fine, but she lost her teeth.

I was never sure how or where Monica found her friends, but, after a year of healing from that event, Nichole expressed a desire for intimacy, but a fear of rejection based on her dentures. Plus, she was having a challenging time thinking about trusting anyone. For some reason, however, Nichole decided the husband of a friend sounded safe enough. Or at least that is what I surmise, as I'm not precisely sure exactly how the whole thing had been arranged.

One night, after Monica made sure I was free "for a date," I was all ready to go out with her when she hands me a small package with an address on it. "I need you to take this to my friend, Nichole. She may need some help with it, and I hope you'll be handy and help her out." This Nichole, whom I had never met, didn't live too far away, I figured I'd be there and back quickly enough for my date with my wife. "Take your time." Monica told me as I was leaving, package in hand, "I love you."

"I love you too."

"Love you more."

I never escalated beyond that and was out the door.

The package was noticeably light, a piece of twine securing it with a bow for easy opening. I shook it, but there didn't appear to be anything in it, or if there was, it was miniscule. I found the sudden turn of events very intriguing but had no reason to believe anything like what was going to happen would happen.

Monica and I had never discussed being involved with anyone but each other. She never suggested I be with someone else or expressed a desire to be with someone else. It was always just the two of us, although she would ask what I thought of other women, and I tried to answer honestly, if diplomatically, and she did seem to have an unusual interest in my ex-wife and prior girlfriends.

So, I found myself contemplating the landscaping as I approached the front door. One of the wonderful things about Phoenix is you don't have to fuss over landscaping too much. But when you completely ignore it, it's noticeable. Maybe that's what she needed help with? I wish Monica hadn't let me get dressed nicely if that was it. Desert xeriscape could be hell on clothing.

I rang the doorbell and was quickly greeted by a petit, attractive, Black woman with a radiant smile. "You must be Tom. Monica described you to a T."

"T for Tom, in the flesh and at your service." I did my best at a flourished bow but looked a bit foolish. Nonetheless, she laughed. "I come bearing a mystery package." I held out the box to her.

"Come in, come in," she insisted. She swept her hand in a welcoming gesture. "Monica said you'd be overly polite but not to let you get away with it."

"What?"

"She said you'd be overly..."

"No, I heard that. I guess I'm really wondering why."

"I'd guess it's because you are overly polite?" Her smile was almost... mischievous? I was beginning to become uneasy, like I was the butt of some joke I wasn't aware of.

"Did my loving wife tell you anything else?"

"She said you like bourbon. There's a bottle on the counter and ice in the freezer. Please help yourself, I'll be right back." I couldn't help but notice how her ass shifted in her jeans as she walked away from me. Monica often had some hot friends.

I had barely given my tumbler of bourbon its first swirl, when Nichole reappeared, barefoot in a silk robe. It seemed a bit odd, and she still had that mischievous smile. "Comfortable?" I asked, not sure what was going on.

"Quite," she answered, "And you?"

"Honestly? No. I feel like I'm out of my depth here."

She stepped closer and took the bourbon from my hand, setting it on the counter, and replacing it with the box I had brought to her. "This is for you. Please open it."

Now I was really confused. My eyes narrowed as I looked at her suspiciously. She was very pretty, with large, warm brown eyes, a short afro, or whatever the hairstyle was called, and a tapered face with full lips. She could not stop smiling at me and it had become very disconcerting. "The box. It's for me?"

"Just open it." So, I did. The string slid off easily and inside was a small piece of paper. I looked at Nichole. "Well?" she said, "Read it already," as she leaned in a little closer. "Stop wasting time."

"Yikes, OK. I feel like I'm about to have a surprise party." Nichole just giggled. I pulled the slip of paper out and set the box down. After unfolding it, I recognized Monica's meticulous handwriting. The note read:

Tom, I know you love me, and you know I love you. So please trust me and honor my request. I want you to kiss Nichole and treat her as you would me. Whatever it takes to make her happy and know I love you. Your Monica.

I was stunned. I had no idea how to react. I couldn't even look at Nichole, who obviously was in on this from the start. Why? I wondered. Was this a set up? "Treat her as you would me?" What did that really mean...? My hand flailed for the edge of the counter as I sought to steady myself. I did trust her, without question, and yet, was she really asking me to...?

"Tom? Are you OK?" Nichole sounded concerned. "I'm sorry, it was Monica's idea, maybe we shouldn't have..." she trailed off and for the first time that evening, as I glanced up at her, her smile had faded, and she looked a little sad. Our eyes met, and I was again struck at how attractive she was and noticed her smell. Spicy and sweet. It was surprisingly easy to give in.

I reached out and pulled her in, my head tipping to the side as my lips parted slightly, seeking hers. She held me at bay for a moment, with an uncertain look on her face. "Tom, I know this must be sudden, so if you don't..."

I interrupted her. "Do you always talk so much when someone is trying to kiss you?"

"So, you want to?"

"Kiss me and find out." And with that, she dropped all resistance, and our lips met. I pulled her closer and felt her body contour to mine as my tongue began to probe between her lips. Her tongue met mine, as if guarding her inner sanctum, and they began a slow, sinuous dance, each trying to gain the advantage.

I felt her hand at my ass, firmly grasping my one cheek, as she used that as leverage to pull herself even closer, and I realized that I had become rock hard at some point, a fact she also realized as her hips came flush up against my own. She withdrew her head a bit as she murmured, "It looks like you wanted to after all".

I cradled her head with my hand and guided her mouth back to mine. My tongue went forth to explore and was met by hers again, determined to keep me at bay. Assuming she didn't like that, I withdrew and kissed along her cheek, and her neck, and nibbled around her ear, and down to her shoulder, where her robe easily slid away giving me perfect access. She shuddered and let out a deep sigh, her arms tightening around me.

"How much did Monica tell you about me?" she practically whispered in my ear.

"Nothing. Your name, but otherwise I was just here to deliver a package, which I thought was odd because it was supposed to be our date night." I laughed, "I guess it still is a date night."

"I..." she started, "It's just..." She held me tight and sighed again. "I have no teeth, she blurted out.

"But..."

"Dentures."

"I see." I pulled my head back to look at her. That explained the perfect teeth. "That bothers you?"

"Yes. Doesn't it bother you?"

"No. Should it?" She regarded me for a moment.

"Drink your bourbon," and she turned and walked out.

"Nichole..."

"It's Ok," I heard her say from wherever she was, "Give me a moment." I took a sip of my bourbon. I hope she enjoyed bourbon breath. I took another sip, and then a third before I heard Nichole again. "Tom, can you come here?"

I followed the sound of her voice, and it was a small house, compact and efficient for the desert, so I instantly came upon her standing in the doorway of what I assumed was her bedroom. She looked sad, and her eyes a little puffy, as if she had been crying. Her mouth looked a little funny, the lips drawn together too firmly and I realized what she had done.

She started to say, "Do you still..." but never got the chance to finish because my mouth again clamped over hers and I pulled her into a tight embrace as I forced my tongue between her lips, surprising her. My tongue could feel the bony ridge of gums, and there was the taste of fresh mouthwash, and I was now free to explore her mouth.

She tried to resist with her tongue, and tried to push me back, but I did not let her. I persisted in exploring her mouth and slowly she relaxed, and I felt her probing into mine. I slipped my arm past her robe against her bare waist and discovered she wasn't wearing any panties. I became acutely aware of my stiff cock again, and I slid my hand down her thigh, and circled around to her hairless mound as she suddenly sucked in her breath.

She started to move backwards, and I followed as we slowly arrived at her bed, and then sat down at the edge, all while I was still kissing her and my fingers were boldly seeking her hot and wet inner lips. The complete lack of hair made it easy, and when she gasped at being penetrated with two fingers, I renewed my onslaught against her mouth. Open-mouthed I kissed her hungrily, my tongue alternating exploring and trying to dominate hers. I felt as much as I heard her moan into me, and she tried to shake her robe loose from her shoulders.

I pulled back a little, breaking our embrace, but continuing to slowly fuck her with my fingers. The robe dropped, revealing large, full breasts, much larger than Monica's despite her being more petit. Her areola's and nipples were all a uniform shade of brown, offering little contrast from her skin. I placed a hand on one of her breasts, gently squeezing and finding her nipple with my fingers. Nichole moaned again, as I continued my digital stimulation of her pussy. My thumb stroked her clit while my fingers slowly penetrated her and withdrew in a steady rhythm.

I looked at her face and she looked at me shyly. "What did you want to ask me Nichole? Do I still...?

"Shut up," she said, as she pulled me in and started kissing me this time. I realized she was naked and here I was fully clothed as I felt her hands begin to work my belt. It was quickly undone, and she started the process of pulling down the zipper and trying to peel fabric back enough to find skin and cock. Now it was my turn to gasp.

I pushed her back on the bed and started playing with her clit and fingering her in earnest. My head dipped down and found one of her breasts so I could suck on the nipple. She moaned more loudly this time, her hands seeming to have forgotten what they were after. Soon, she stiffened, and let out a low, guttural moan, and then laughed. "That was nice."

She started pulling on me to lay alongside her, so I did, my cock straining to reach her against my half undone pants. She still smelled spicy and sweet, with her pungent muskiness now added. It was delightful. "You're delightful," I told her. "What really was all of this about?"

She laughed. "Promise not to laugh?"

"No. But if I do, I'll laugh kindly," I replied quickly as I lifted myself up on an elbow to look down on her. "Was this all about the dentures?"

"See? You'll laugh."

"I'm not laughing Nichole. I'm sorry you felt that way." I reached out to cup her chin and held her face. "I would have never guessed you were wearing dentures, and even if I knew, so what? You're still you." I started stroking her face and she turned her head to kiss my hand. "I don't know you, but I'm sure you're a wonderful person and any guy, or gal, who would blow you off because of a silly thing like dentures, or not wearing dentures, isn't worth your time."

She sighed, looking at me. "This all started because I asked Monica what would happen if it was her who lost her teeth. How would you treat her?"

So that was what she meant by 'treat her as you would me'. "I think you have your answer."

"Yeah, it's exactly how she said it would be. Including the part about you being a wonderful kisser."

"I assure you I am an acquired taste."

"Then let me get another taste of you," she said, as she rolled over and pushed me back. Laughing she peppered my mouth and cheeks with quick pecks.

"Nichole, how long has it been since you've been with someone?"

"A year and a half." She looked away as if in embarrassment. "I have trust issues."

"Thank you for trusting me." I gazed into her eyes for a moment as she looked down on me, "Now, how can I make you happy?"

She looked startled, "You already have."

"Nichole, when this moment wears off and you think back on it, what will you wish you had done while you had the chance?"

She unexpectedly blurted out: "I've never been with a white guy."

"Neither have I."

"What, been with a white guy?" She laughed, "I guess we have that in common.

"Have you ever been with a Black woman?"

"Nichole hesitated a moment, "Yes, I have, but only once."

"That's once more than me. Until now, depending on how the rest of the night goes.

"Mmmm", she leaned over me, her tongue penetrating my lips as she began kissing me again. "You have too many clothes on for a white man," She managed to get out between kisses. We both set to work freeing me of them. Her robe had come completely off revealing slim hips with a freshly shaven vulva and smooth, thin thighs. I finished removing my pants and underwear while she worked on removing my shirt.

We sat looking at each other's naked bodies. I placed my hand on her belly, puckered with stretch marks, and gently stroked her dark skin. She placed her hands on my shoulders. I began to maneuver so I could kneel between her thighs and get a taste of her pussy. She had a similar idea and pushed me on my back, as she positioned her mouth to go down on my now erect cock, precum glistening on the head. I pulled on her and she resisted but then realized I was trying to pull her hips over and on me so we could sixty-nine.

I hadn't sixty-nine'd Monica in years as I typically wanted her to relax and enjoy just like I preferred to relax and enjoy when she would go down on me. With Nicole, it was all exciting and new, and I gasped as I felt her mouth envelope my bulb, tongue licking at the precum. Something felt different, and I realized that without teeth, this could be a whole new experience.

Meanwhile, I never found sixty-nine to be a helpful position for cunnilingus, or at least for G spot stimulation. But I went at it with gusto, and she broke her rhythm as I felt her tense up from me sucking her clit into my mouth and attacking it with my tongue. She moaned and trembled, and her thighs shook and then she was still again. "Damn," she sighed. And then she started sucking again.

I also never found sixty-nine to be a great position for fellatio either. The fleshy bits just didn't line up properly for me. She seemed to enjoy herself though and easily accommodated my length in her soft mouth as my head poked at the back of her throat. I continued to lick and suck at her clit, and she had to stop a second time as I felt her body freeze as she let out a little cry and then relax again.

She resumed her head bobbing and it honestly felt great, and I knew that she would definitely make some guy happy with what would only be increasingly better cocksucking skills, but I had a strong desire to see her under me as I fucked her.

"Nichole. Pssst, Nichole."

"Yes?" Her reply was muffled due to my cock in her mouth.

"Didn't anyone teach you not to talk with your mouth full?"

She stopped sucking and I felt her head lift. "Am I doing something wrong? Do you not like it?" She took a moment to catch her breath. "What would you like me to do?"

"No, no, it's great, you're great. I've never been a huge fan of sixty-nine, and... I'd just like to fuck you." My cock twitched as I said it.

"Oh, yes, I'd like that too. I just figured without the teeth..." She trailed off.

"You're not wrong. Maybe later."

"Later," she repeated under her breath, as I started to scoot out from under her.

"Do you want me to go down on you some more?"

"Are you kidding? I think I might cum again just thinking about you entering me." She rolled onto her back and pulled me on top, her legs spread wide. Supported on my elbows, I leaned down to kiss her and she passionately returned it. I could feel her hips squirming as if she were trying to find my prick, so I maneuvered it into position and instantly her hand was there, guiding it into her. We both gasped as I thrust it in, and she let out a moan and gently bit my tongue as I felt her body stiffen and twitch. "See? I told you."

She brought her knees up, so her heels were resting on my lower back and pulled me close, making it clear she wanted me in deeply. I thrust powerfully and deep, striking her cervix. She made a noise at that, so I did it again, and again.

"Fuck me hard and deep," she said into my mouth, and pulled my face in for more kisses. I continued kissing her as I settled into a rhythm of quick, hard thrusts, and then a slower withdrawal. "That's it," she murmured, her concentration turning to her new sensations and forgetting about kissing me. "Fuck me hard."

I tried moving a little forward to see if I could penetrate a little deeper, but I was already as deep as I could go. That's when I noticed her one hand, fingers flickering over her clit, as I thrust roughly; beginning a faster steady hammering. I felt her other hand grab my ass and she pulled on it, as if to bring me in deeper. Her hand matched my rhythm as if she herself were propelling my hips deeply into her with renewed ferocity.

And then I felt her stiffen again, and her back arched, and her face tilted up as her eyes rolled back in her head. "Fuck!" she exclaimed loudly as her heels dug into my back. Her entire body seemed to be spasming, and she just kept exclaiming "Fuck!" That all lasted for what seemed like a long time, during which I felt myself rapidly approaching my own climax. Nichole seemed to relax for a moment, but I could feel her fingers still flicking her clit, and then she started breathing hard, as she suddenly whispered, "Cum in me. I want your cum in me."

"I'm going to. You feel so fucking good, I love fucking you." I'm not typically much of a dirty talker, Monica is a little, but not me. But that little bit was all it took to drive Nichole over the edge again. Her entire body spasmed again, and I realized her pussy was tightening too, and I just didn't even bother try to slow it down and abruptly just erupted as I pulled Nichole as tightly as I could and literally barks as my cock pumped wave after wave of cum as deeply into her as I could. I even said "I'm cumming", which I never do.

Nichole was trying to speak, but failed, and as she relaxed, she murmured "Oh my God," repeatedly. Her hands found my face and she pulled me in for more breathy kisses. Both of us appeared sated and I rolled over to lay only partially on her, idly stroking her breasts as we both caught our breath in silence for a time.

Finally, she said "I don't know what came over me."

Naturally, I responded, "I'm no expert, but it looked like a couple of orgasms." My reward was a gentle elbow to the stomach.

"I meant the talking. The dirty talking. That's not like me."

"Maybe it is now? Or maybe I just bring out the worst in you." I looked at her face, hoping for eye contact. "I thought it was hot." She looked at me. "I really hope you enjoyed it."

She slapped me gently. "What? With all that did you somehow not get me enjoying the fuck out of that?" She sighed. "Monica. God damn. She told me to enjoy the hell out of you but fuck. I'm not even sure what that was."

"That was 18 months all at once."

"Fucking worth it."

"Wait until you get the invoice." She shot me that look. I shrugged. "I have no idea what the arrangement is with my wife pimping me out. Hopefully, I'm worth something."

"You, my dear, are priceless." Nichole snuggled in with me, making contented little sounds. I stole a glance at my watch and saw the evening was still young. It hadn't been more than 90 minutes since I had left the house.

I wanted to check in with Monica, make sure everything was OK, but she said to trust her, and I thought it might be poor form to check in during the middle of... whatever this was. So, I lay there with Nichole and stroked her back while she occasionally kissed my neck and cooed.

Eventually, she needed to use the bathroom, and excused herself, while I lay there and listened to her stream as it hit the water. I wondered how it would be when I got home? Would Monica act like everything was normal? Would she want me to tell her every detail? Would she be pleased, aroused, or disappointed at how things went? I imagined her being aroused and wanting me to show her... when I realized my cock was again stirring to life. Nichole noticed it too as she entered the bedroom.

She looked at me, at my half erect member, and then me again, smirked, and left the room. A moment later I heard Nichole poking around in the kitchen, so I got out of bed and took my still growing cock for a walk. My first stop at the bathroom spoiled my growing erection as I took a preemptive piss. I had no doubt it would grow again soon and met Nichole as I was entering the kitchen. She had 2 large glasses of water and another tumbler of bourbon. I took the bourbon and a water from her and drank half the glass right then and there. I was startled when I felt her chilled wet fingers give my now soft prick a pull.

She made a tsking sound, "That will not do. I leave for a few minutes and look what happens." She started walking into me, pushing me back. "Back to the bedroom with you. Clearly, I just can't leave you unattended."

"Yes Mistress. Mercy Mistress. I am only just a man."

"Save your excuses and start growing." We were both sitting on the side of the bed and she was intently staring at my crotch with a huge grin on her face. She had relaxed enough that she no longer seemed self-conscious about her teeth. I downed most of the tumbler of bourbon and set the glasses on the nightstand as I realized what she was after. She was determined to give me a toothless blowjob, and that was all it took for my shaft to become instantly rigid.

I pulled her over and started gently kissing and biting her at the back of her neck and working my way down to her shoulder. She shivered through that, and I felt her slim hand wrap around my meatsicle, loosely sliding up and down. "How do you want me?" I whispered into her neck.

"Hard?" Came her uncertain response.

"Do you want me standing, with you kneeling? Do you want me sitting, with you kneeling? Do you want me laying down with you also laying down?" Those seemed to be the basics right there, although I was open to ideas. Me standing was the least favorite of those.

"It's been a long time since I've wanted to do something like this for someone. What do you suggest?"

"How are your knees? Need a pillow?"

"Damn. Now you're calling me old?" She laughed. "I might use one, but I might also squat, rub myself. If that's OK with you."

"If it makes you happy, I'm all for whatever. I may end up laying back myself." I scooted to the edge of the bed, and she positioned herself between my legs, kneeling in front of me. I took my hand and caressed the side of her face as she took my cock in hers to guide it into her mouth. I was so worked up with excitement at this point that I was practically panting as I saw her tongue first stroke the glans, and then she swallowed the whole thing in one motion.

My sudden intake of breath startled her. "Are you alright?" She asked after quickly pulling her face off my crotch.

"I'm great!" I stroked her head by way of encouragement. "So far so good." She looked at me with concern in her eyes. "Believe me, I'll tell you if something is wrong, but trust me when I say, that I cannot imagine you will do anything wrong."

She smiled and again my head and shaft disappeared instantly into her grinning mouth. I tried not to gasp as loudly this time, and she continued. She kept her tongue and mouth tight against me and worked my shaft from head to base in a smooth steady motion, and it was incredible. It was like the firmest but softest pussy, and I could just sit there and experience it. I wasn't usually particularly good about being a passive recipient, so I kept my hands on her head and resisted the early urge to guide her or set the pace.

I realized I didn't need to do anything but relax. "Nichole, you are perfect, this is perfect." I said by way of encouragement, and I lay back on the bed and closed my eyes. My first wife didn't like giving head, and Monica always takes it as play time, like my cock is her personal toy. Don't get me wrong, it's fun, and she has gotten me off plenty, but Nichole was focused and effective. I realized I was just slowly building to a climax and all I had to do was appreciate it. "Oh my God baby, you are the best."

She pulled her mouth off me, and I could hear her trying to catch her breath. "I bet you say that to all of your wife's friends."

"Only the ones who give perfect head. Not even Monica..." and I stopped before continuing. "Nichole, I can't believe this," and I groaned a little as I felt a little spasm in my loins as my climax continued to build. "I'm not sure how much longer I can last."

She looked at me quizzically as she continued her steady, firm mouth fucking, and I laid back down, as I noted the sensations building at the base of my cock and wondered at the periodic dizzy spells I got, as if her oral attention was upsetting my equilibrium. I felt light-headed and knew it wasn't the bourbon. Usually when I received head, it was a stop along a destination, foreplay, or something to make me happy, to get over with quickly. This was unhurried, deliberate, the journey as important as the destination. I propped myself up on one elbow to watch Nicholes face and found her eyes already looking at me. She smiled.

I reached my hand out to place along her face, and she closed her eyes, her rhythm faltered and then picked the pace up a little and continued, looking directly at me.

"Oh Nichole," I groaned, "I can't believe..." I felt a spasm in my sphincter, and knew I was seconds away. "Oh my God, I can't," I gasped, "Oh, Nichole..." as my cock seemed to spend an eternal second readying my first blast of cum. I could tell she knew, because she bore down on me, my cock being massaged by her throat muscles, as the first blast hit. She winced, not expecting that, but she didn't flinch when the second hit, or the third, and I pumped wave after way of milky fluid into her throat, where she swallowed every drop. I was reduced to utterances like: "Fuck, Nichole," and "Oh my God," for the 20 or so seconds of bliss and then my head cleared and saw Nichole still looking at me, a huge smile on her face as she slowly bobbed on my now sated cock, twitching at the continued stimulation before I flopped back again with a final "OMG, that was the best, ever."

I felt her suck the last drops from my shaft and then smacked her lips after she released me, my cock plopping uselessly against my belly. I leaned up and reached out to pull her towards me, and hungrily kissed her, still tasting a little of myself in her mouth. I felt Nichole's hands on my face, and her eyes were open looking at me. I was struck with a sense of sorrow, as I gazed back at her, and I could not suppress a tear that welled up in my eye and then trailed down my cheek.

"Tom! What's wrong!" Her concern seemed acute, and in her eyes, I thought I detected sorrow too.

"Nothing's wrong." I lied. "That was a tear of joy at being privileged to make love to you and sharing this evening together." She just looked at me, and I felt a lump in my throat. "Nichole, it's just... I could... I should be going soon."

"I understand. You have a wife to go home to."

"A loving wife whom I would never want to betray." Emotionally, I felt like I was betraying her. I know it sounds silly, I had barely known this woman for 2 hours, and yet, I felt a sense of calm with her, a connection. In that moment I felt like in another life, we could have been something together. "Nichole, I wish..."

Nichole stopped me by placing her finger against my lips with a "Shhh..." She leaned and kissed me, gently, tenderly. "Don't," she continued, "I think we learned a lot about ourselves this evening, and it will take some time to process. Whatever happens, I want to thank you Tom. I feel a sense of lightness and freedom I haven't in a while. And yes, whatever you could, I could too, but you have your wife to go back to, and I have my life to start over with again."

And there it was. "What are you going to tell Monica?" I caressed her shoulder and looked in her eyes.

"If she asks, I'll tell her you were overly polite, and a great kisser, and she is fortunate to have you." She leaned in to kiss me again. "I'll tell her you left me ready to move ahead with my life, and that if nothing else, I give the best head in the whole world." I had to laugh at that and so did she. "Maybe I'll leave that last part out."

"That might be wise, even if it is true."

We spent several minutes in silence just lying there naked, still gently exploring each other's bodies, and sharing space. I felt like I should leave, that nothing good could come from lingering, and then I was caressing her breasts. Gently pinching her nipples and rolling them between my thumb and finger. Using my whole hand to check the weight and size.

"Oh Tom..." She propped herself up and leaned over me, kissing me gently and tenderly again, completely unhurried. I found myself lost in those kisses with her and fingers on her breasts turned to fingers trailing down her belly and fingers cupping her mound and fingers fingering her again. I could feel her breathing change and she sighed in my mouth. "Oh Tom..."

"Nichole..." I murmured as my fingers found her clit and coaxed it from its hood, not that it needed much. She was either still wet or wet again and at once I felt her stiffen as her body reacted to my touch. She lay back flat, and I could feel her hands pulling me, trying to get me to lay on top of her, which I quickly did. She spread her legs, welcoming me, and I reached down to coax myself into hardness again, which did not take long.

She looked up at me and stroked my hair. "Let's make this last, I just want you in me." I nodded agreement and slowly found and guided myself into her waiting pussy. I pushed in gently, buried myself in her as before, and then gently pulled out all the way, and then entered her again. I had never made love to someone that slowly before. I resisted the urge to speed up, the urge to orgasm. I just slowly and patiently thrust into her smoothly and then pulled out. When the urge became too strong, I stopped, resting fully in her and kissed her. Then, I would start up again. It was strange resisting the urge to rush to orgasm, but I liked it. I found it to be a profound experience, and any fear that the slowness would not bring Nichole pleasure was dispelled as she squeezed my arm twice and shook with tiny tremors as she orgasmed gently.

Finally, I felt myself building and eventually just let it happen. I gasped and we gazed into each other's eyes and experienced that moment of perfect, unhurried bliss. Afterwards I lay on her, my weight spread out over her, and eventually I started to get up, looking to gather my clothes in silence.

Nichole took me by the hand, and led me to the bathroom, where she turned on and adjusted the shower, and we slowly and thoroughly washed each other. "Tom, the question is, what are YOU going to tell Monica."

My soapy hand slid between her tight ass cheeks and washed the crack, my finger barely dipping in her hole, making her squirm and giggle.

"I'll thank her for one of the best nights of my life with someone I might fall in love with if circumstances were different and the second best blow job I've ever received." I felt a sharp slap on my thigh.

"Second best? How could anyone beat the toothless blowjob?"

"Hey, I have to live with her, but we both know. Our little secret."

She curled her pinky and held it up. "Pinky promise."

"Pinky promise," I confirmed.

There was nothing further to say. I finished dressing and gave her a final kiss goodnight and then left, driving home slowly.

I had been at Nichole's for just shy of 5 hours and I wondered what Monica was doing? Did she wait up? Would she be angry? Should I be angry?

She was up. "I hope you had fun!" she exclaimed, she seemed excited. Isn't she great? Do you think she feels better?"

"Monica. What was that all about? You really put me on the spot, and yes, she's great. Any guy would be lucky to have her."

"Don't get used to it, but I figured you might like a night of something different, and Nichole definitely needed a night of something."

"We both definitely got a night of something all right."

"Were you surprised?"

"I was definitely surprised."

"Are you OK? I'm sorry, I'm sure it was a bit of a shock at first, but I'm sure you 'rose' to the occasion." Monica seemed pleased with herself.

"I'll... be OK. Nichole was really great, and the sex was... great. I'm fairly sure she enjoyed it."

"Did she give you head? How was it?"

"I'm going to be overly polite."

"That good?"

"I love you, Monica."

PART III -- RETURN TO THE RETURN

I had learned to lay back and relax. Monica had things under control and was now rocking gently on me, a slow steady build. I couldn't help sliding my hand to her mound and use my thumb to gently rub at her clit as she slowly ground on me. Soon she grunted and I could feel her squeezing me as she had another breathless little tremor, after which she gathered her feet underneath her and squatting over me started bouncing in earnest. "

"Another assignment so soon?" I was intrigued. "You don't want to debrief me for a few more weeks? Just send me back out into the field?" I needed the eight months after Nichole, but things between Monica and I had only gotten better, and we had even talked about the possibility of going out with Nichole and her new boyfriend. I had no emotional attachment to Caitlin other than as a loving friend and had learned a bit about non-attachment and unconditional love.

Monica was concentrating on not falling over as her pussy rapidly rose and fell over me, offering a long, deep stroke which quickly tightened my sphincter and caused gobs of spunk to trickle down my cock before she just seated herself on me again. It took her a minute to catch her breath while I just admired her and played with her small breasts.

She smiled impishly, "It may not be soon, and I love to surprise you, but I have this friend..."