Roll the Bones Ch. 10

I was driving home from work on Monday when I got a text message. I checked it at a light. "It is Wednesday yet?" and a wink.

I started typing, but the light turned and I dropped my phone in the passenger seat. After a couple of miles I pulled over in a gas station to finish.

"Soon my sexy pet."

I hadn't even pulled out of the lot when I got another message. I hit the brakes and checked; it was a pussy shot! Well, actually more of a bush shot. I could barely see anything but curlies.

"Very beautiful -- I want a better view though! Shave it before Wednesday!"

I finished my drive home. When I parked, I checked my phone and nothing had come through. I decided that if one simple request put her off, she wasn't worth fucking. But my wife was! She was waiting for me, nude and bent over the kitchen table. I ran my fingers over her lips as the other hand took off my clothes. She was perfectly shaved.

"You're a good wife" I whispered as I slid into her.

"Did you get any today?" she asked.

"Right now -- the best!" I replied as I drove myself into her. She grunted and pushed back. I couldn't tell if she was happy or disappointed, but she was wet enough that I was all the way in on the second stroke. All thoughts of Amita washed away as I began making love to my wife. Fucking, really -- we were mating, rutting, grinding like animals. I loved using the table. Every part of our house and our bodies was -- okay, I'll say it -- on the table.

I reached down and found my wife's clit. My balls slapped my hand as each thrust drove me into her. My fingers were rubbing the hard clit they'd found. Soon Colleen was squirming and panting underneath me.

"Pinch -- pinch my nipples! Fuck!"

I found her nipples and began to pinch them, but I'd misunderstood.

"No, my clit too -- don't stop that!"

I moved one hand back to her clit, and her breathing deepened. She moaned, then forgot to breathe as her body went rigid underneath me. I kept doing exactly what I'd been doing, and then my wife climaxed. She shook, her clit swelled and her fluids bathed my invading cock.

"Fuck meee fuck fuck oh fuck her fuck my pussy ooooHHHHHng!" She panted and muttered as her body rode the storm of pleasure I was giving her. Of course one of her muttered words hit me between the eyes -- "her." Even while it was just the two of us, in the midst of an intense orgasm, she was thinking about me with another woman! I felt myself thob inside her at the thought. I kept supporting her as she surfed her orgasm.

"Oh fuck thank you holy hell that felt so good! Now take me! I want you to cum -- give it to me like you give it to her -- fuck! Show me you'll always want me!"

I pounded her harder and harder, loving everything she was saying as she begged for my sperm. I was picturing myself inside my sister, remembering and comparing as my wife's body brought me closer and closer to climax. I thought about how much I loved it when Colleen cleaned my cock after I fucked another woman. That gave me an idea. I flexed and pounded, and just before I finished I pulled out of her. She was so wet I heard a few drips of her lust hit the floor as she howled in protest.

"NOOOO! What are you doing!? I wa-MMHPPH!"

I turned her around and pushed her to her knees. Her protests stopped when I filled her mouth with my wet, pulsing penis. She was a good girl -- despite her disappointment she latched on and began sucking.

"Oh -- good girl! Fuck! Get ready to swallow -- FUCK!"

I had my fingers in her hair as I pumped my sperm into her mouth. Her moans and sucking felt fantastic on my spasming erection.

"Swallow it all, yes, that's it, good girl good girl good fucking girl" I groaned as I emptied myself into her reluctant but cooperative mouth. Her reluctant obedience gave a very special spice to the experience. I felt ten feet tall as she took my cum into her mouth, down her throat. By the time my orgasm was over I was groaning and roaring, too overwhelmed to form words.

I staggered to a chair and sat down; it almost collapsed under me, I hit it so hard. "Get me a glass of water, will you -- have some yourself first" I panted. Colleen was kneeling, pushing a few drops into her mouth. She'd done a hell of a job but a tiny bit had escaped her liplock around my shaft. She finished quickly and got up. She acted a little shy about her nudity as she got a glass and filled it from the refrigerator door. She chugged the water, then refilled it and brought it to me.

"Thanks baby -- you were a very good girl."

"I -- thank you -- I wanted it in my pussy baby!"

"And yet you were a good girl when I used your sexy mouth. You made me very happy baby."

She actually blushed when I told her that! It was so sexy and endearing. I pulled her down for a kiss. She melted into me, one of her beautiful breasts filling my hand.

"You meant everything you said, didn't you?" I asked, looking into her eyes. She blinked, flashing her beautiful lashes over her eyes. She nodded, shyly.

"You love being married to a stud." It wasn't a question, it was a flat statement. She nodded, briefly.

"You're the perfect wife for me" I said, standing up and drawing her into a hug. I still loved the feeling of her bare skin against mine. After a few minutes of this we broke apart and got dressed. It was a normal evening from then on, until we were getting ready for bed. My phone dinged. It was a text from Amita.

She'd shaved. I rose.

"What was that honey?" Colleen called from the closet where she'd been putting away some clothes.

"Work stuff" I answered instinctively. I instantly wondered why I hadn't just told her -- or shown her. Another thought came right after that. Let's see how serious she is about getting turned on by being married to a stud. I admired the photo for a second. Amita had done an excellent job. You'd had never known her dark skin had ever grown hair. Her lips were wide, and clearly wet. I couldn't be sure if it was her, or if she'd just finished shaving and hadn't dried off. Either way, her bare pussy looked beautiful. I almost licked the screen.

I put the phone away just in time to see my wife strut up to the bed. She was as bare and beautiful as Amita. I flopped back and pulled her on top of me, bringing her lips to mine. She benefitted a LOT from the sight I'd just been enjoying. Having nude pussy on my face really gets me going, and Colleen had cum twice before I flipped us over and pumped a gallon of cum into her beautiful body.

We lay side by side, drawing cool evening air into our lungs.

"Yeah -- yeah, being married to a stud is awesome" Colleen sighed before we fell asleep.

The next morning I texted Amita and told her how beautiful she looked. She texted back a devilish grin.

On Wednesday morning I kissed Colleen goodbye and told her to keep her phone close. She cocked an eyebrow, then just grinned and said "will do stud." When I got to work I reminded my boss I'd be out most of the day. The day before I'd told her I was going to visit some clients just to touch base and make sure they knew we appreciated them.

"Keep 'em happy!" she said with a smile. As I walked out the door, I wondered if I'd heard a bit of a sexy tone in her voice. Subtle. Maybe. I pondered that as I drove to see my first client. Yes, I visited a couple to firm up my alibi in case she checked. I texted Amita between the first visit and the second. Just a wink. She replied immediately.

"I hope that means you're five minutes away!"

"Probably an hour actually -- but then I'll have the rest of the day!"

"That will give us about two hours. I can't WAIT!"

I hoped this wouldn't be a one-time thing. If it were, two hours weren't going to be enough. I rushed the next visit but still left a happy client behind. It was about a ten-minute drive, so I let Amita know.

"Oh good Im so fucking horny you might find me spread out on the front lawn!"

"I'll park a block or two away" I typed.

"No need, the driveway is empty. And so am I!!!!"

"Rly?"

"Sure unless you need to be discreet"

"No I don't"

"Then just park it in the driveway tiger!"

I was already excited about getting to have Amita. The boldness of parking in her driveway got me even more excited. I parked, opened the door, and stepped out. Amita had clearly been watching. She opened her front door and stood there, dressed in exotic, flowing robes and jewelry. She was taking this very seriously! I grinned at her about the way a starving man would grin at his favorite meal. I was halfway to the door when I remembered one more thing I needed to do. I opened my phone

"Hey baby hope you're having a delicious day -- my dick will be wet when I get home! Love you!"

I locked my phone and tucked it into my pocket. Amita was staring at me, curling her finger. When I was a couple of steps away she revealed the shaved pussy she'd sent me pictures of.

"Wow -- you look -- I mean, breathtaking starts to -- yeah."

"You're so sweet" she purred as she pulled me to her. She pressed her body to me as if she was trying to absorb me. I was bathed in intense aromas; I recognized jasmine and some woody undertones, but most of it was unfamiliar.

The movements and sounds of a horny woman were far from unfamiliar. In fact, they were becoming more familiar almost every day since Collen and I had started rolling the dice. I kissed her gently, teasing her. She sighed and wrapped a leg around my thighs. I pulled her robes, scarves, whatever they were. I pulled them up and exposed her ass. I shuffled us a bit so her cheek was displayed to the street. Her captivating eyes opened, flashing at me with playful lust.

"Oh you naughty boy, trying to show me off -- this is gonna be fun!"

She wiggled her ass at the empty street. I didn't see anyone coming out of my peripheral vision, and I had better ideas than waiting on traffic. I pulled her into the house and she shut the door with her foot.

"Stand still" she said, and planted another sensual kiss on my lips. Then she began to dance around me, stroking my body with hers. She rubbed her breasts against me, her arms, her ass. She was slowly moving around me. She disappeared, and when I turned my head to find her she gave a sexy laugh, using a finger to suggest I stand still. I turned back to face forward. When she came back in view, one of her shoulders was bare. She showed enough of the shoulder to suggest the breast waiting below it. Her eyes gleamed when she saw me looking down to the edge of her exposure. She dragged her tongue across my lips as she danced in front of me. I felt my shirt being untucked as she disappeared behind me again.

When she came back in sight her attire hadn't changed much. Her neckline was even lower, but I still couldn't see nipple. She could see where mine were pushing on the fabric of my shirt, and she sinuously teased at the idea of touching her nipples to mine. She did it at the last possible moment as she moved off to the side again. She gasped, and then she was out of sight. Her hands fluttered across the back of my head, feeling my hair. When she moved back in sight her breast was bare. She'd also moved a flimsy, gauzy piece of fabric over her eyes. Was she going to play a zero sum game? One hand offered me the breast as she danced, shifting low to drag the nipple across the hardest working zipper in the world. I controlled the urge to tear that zipper down, throw her to the floor and mount her. It was incredibly tempting, but I wanted to let her continue her performance. This was a moment to savor, not to rush. You don't interrupt "Fur Elise" and demand "Flight of the Bumblebee."

Her nipple was dark and proud as she began to drag it down against my pants. It was noticeably harder and longer when she stood and twirled. Her arms were over her head, and the force of her twirling lifted her breasts slightly. Not much; they were smooth and firm. She disappeared. Her hand appeared from beside me, and by the time I could see her again that hand had accomplished a lot. My shirt was completely open. She pulled one arm out of the sleeve as she danced around me. The shirt hung from my left shoulder as she dragged her nude breast across my chest. She let it hang as she danced around, emerging with her face still covered but her top slipping quite a bit. Her other breast was exposed, but the first one was now almost totally covered. She was talented. I mean that; the dance she was doing took skill. She watched my eyes as she moved in front of me. She smiled as she saw me drink in the sight of her other breast. She pulled my shirt off completely as she disappeared again.

When I could see her next, she was still veiled, but otherwise naked from the waist up. I couldn't see as much as the last time around though; she was covering her breasts with my shirt. She stroked them, pinching her nipples through the fabric of my shirt. She did another lap, and I felt her rub her breasts across my back. I swore it was bare skin on bare skin.

She reappeared, cupping her breasts with my shirt still obscuring them. She danced back a step, and I realized it was the first time since she'd closed the door that our bodies hadn't been touching.

She kept dancing as she stepped back. She never stopped moving. It was like she was doing a cross between belly dancing and tangoing with an invisible partner. Don't judge -- I'm no dance connoisseur. She was moving in rhythmic fashion like she was the embodiment of sex. There, that almost does her justice.

"What are you here for?"

The first answer that popped to mind was "to fuck you until you can't walk and I can barely stagger." As soon as I thought those words I knew they were the wrong. Fucking. Answer. No one who danced like that, who put such artistly into eroticism would like that answer. I looked her straight in her beautiful eyes.

"To join with you in a celebration of sensuality, of lust, of intimate pleasure the lesser beings would call forbidden. But there's no higher duty than celebrating pleasure, creating joy."

I was watching her face, hoping I wasn't laying it on too thick. I stopped a few words after I saw the first hints of a smile. She stepped back toward me and whispered in my ear.

"Mm, I like how you think. This could be pretty special."

It felt like we'd cleared a hurdle. She began to dance again. She was even more provocative, pushing her body against mine. My belt disappeared. My pants felt looser -- except they didn't, not really. My boner was holding them up all on its own. Amita emerged from my side again. She had removed some layers. Her smooth, toned legs were displayed beautifully. Was that a scarf around her waist? She had a thong or something underneath it. I didn't. I had gone commando.

That surprised Amita. She had opened my fly and dropped my pants. Her eyes widened when she saw my cock bob as she released it. She brushed her hand over it, barely touching the hot skin. Her fingers had precum on them, and she brought them to her lips as she danced around behind me. I was a bit disappointed that I didn't get to watch her lick my fluids off her fingers. Her purr of appreciation was still very sensual hearing it from the exotic woman dancing behind me. When she reappeared, she was dancing very low. The transparent veil occasionally hid her breasts as she got my shoes off. Another lap around my body, and then she danced me out of my pants.

She danced off to the side, pressing her ass and breasts against me. The feel of her hard nipples rubbing across my ass was exquisite. When I saw her again all she was wearing was her veil, her mysterious eyes flashing behind the rippling, ephemeral fabric.

She danced for me as she removed my socks. I almost laughed -- the artful eroticism of her body and movements contrasted sharply with the everyday mundane act of taking off socks. "If she fucks half as well as she takes off socks" is an odd thought, but I had that thought. I didn't say anything, much less laugh; I was consumed by imagining the finale of her dance. She turned, capturing his erection between her firm, delicious cheeks. She ground against me, grabbing my hands to put them on her hips. Instinct took over, but when I started to work my hips to try and enter her, she danced off to the side again. This circumnavigation of my body took twice as long. She rubbed her breasts on him, massaged him with her ass, he even felt what had to have been her tongue several times.

She slunk back into view, writhing against him, low and poised. Her mouth hung open, ragged breaths rushing in and out between her dark, elaborately painted lips. A realization hit me; she was at least as turned on as I was! I had been so absorbed in her unexpected performance that I hadn't had the capacity to do anything but marvel at her. I immediately wanted to taste her, to feel and smell her desire.

I didn't lose that thought, but I did get really distracted when she leaned forward. Her lips caressed my knob, drawing me in. Slowly. I felt her tongue slide over my tip. She started bobbing, going just a bit past my knob. I caught glimpses of her eyes staring up at me through the scarf. After bobbing for several minutes, she backed off.

"When you're ready, take the scarf off. Reveal me completely. Make me nude for you."

She didn't wait for an answer. She leaned forward again and took a bit more of me into her mouth, sucking and slurping with obvious delight.

"Hoooo... leeee.... Fuuuuck" I moaned. "Your lips... your tongue... the heat... You shaved for me and I can't wait to taste you but holy FUCK!"

She leaned back again. "Waxed. Not shaved." She leaned forward. I was captured in the wet, soft bliss of her mouth again.

I stroked her face through the veil. I got the impression that she was surprised I hadn't removed it yet. Two could play at the teasing game. She slowed a bit, slipping me into her body, into her face in a very deliberate way. She was showing that every bit of me that entered her mouth was her choice, her desire. I took the veil, and felt the eager "mmmm" as she anticipated the revelation.

Instead of whipping it off of her, I held the scarf in place. It slid over her skin as she moved to fellate me. My holding the scarf flattened it a bit, and I could see her eyes more clearly. She was staring up at me. Her delight was clear, and a bit of curiosity. I smiled down at her, making my appreciation clear. Soon I began to swirl the scarf, gently stimulating her skin as she worked me in and out of her mouth.

I began to move the scarf more and more. She responded by taking me deeper and deeper into her mouth. I wondered if it was a conscious connection to her as well. I covered more of her face. She backed off, just keeping my helmet in her mouth. I revealed more of her; she took me deeper. The distraction of exploring this tacit control kept me going, holding off my orgasm.

I played with the scarf, loving how it guided her enjoyment of my manhood with her beautiful mouth. We worked together through several cycles of deep penetration, then sensual sucking on my knob. I completely revealed one cheek; she moved to the side and sucked on the side of my shaft. I bunched the end of the scarf under her chin; she dropped down (that made it hard to keep the scarf where I wanted it) and sucked me as deep as she could, with her tongue extending to lick even farther down. Silently controlling the pleasure she eagerly gave me was intoxicating. But I wanted to taste her, and honestly by then nothing was going to hold back the orgasm she'd been working so hard to produce. To earn.

I swirled the scarf and she rolled her head over me. I stroked it up and down on her face, moving it from chin to forehead. She took me all the way in, bobbing over the full length of my erection. After several full strokes I slipped the scarf back, staring into her beautiful eyes as they were unveiled to me.

She slammed her face back and forth on me. I didn't need to ask; it was obvious she wanted to take my sperm into her mouth. I flexed, shuddered, and fed her. She took the first eruptions straight into her throat, then backed off. She sucked harder though, eagerly pulling my orgasm out of my body and into her mouth, into her eager, receptive body. She moaned with pleasure, which intensified my orgasm. Her body was pressed against my legs as she fed on my gift. I felt heat and moisture on my leg. She shuddered as she drew my lust into her mouth and poured hers onto my leg.

She knew just when to start easing her stimulation. My cock was approaching the stage where more pleasure would drive me insane -- in a bad way! She let me slip from between her lips, sliding her treasure down my leg. The treasure she'd waxed just for me.

She knelt before me, drawing deep breaths while I did the same. I realized I still had the scarf in my hand. I brushed it over my face, then wrapped it around my upper arm. Amita slid back up my body, then tied it above my bicep. Then she stood, her body barely touching mine, face to face.

"I have to taste you" I whispered.

"Would you like that?" I nodded. "I would too" she replied. "I've been looking forward to it so much -- all of it."

She took my hand and led me further into her house. We went right past a coupe of spare bedrooms. She stopped at the door of what appeared to be the master suite. She had whispered in the living room, but now she spoke clearly and boldly.

"If you're going to lay with a married woman, you should do it in her marital bed, right?" she asked, her eyes flashing with challenge, with need.

I looked at her for a minute. What little I'd seen of her at the party, and other social settings, she'd been light and happy and casual. This was a poetic, serious side of her I'd never seen before. Of course it stood to reason I'd never seen the sexual side of her before, but it was so different from party personality Amita. I answered her just as definitively. "I would lay with you anywhere -- with you is what matters. This is sex, coupling, mating, intimacy, the primordial call. If you want this to become OUR bed, I love the idea."

She stared at me for a minute -- hard. Like she was trying to read my mind. Then she pressed her body to mine and gave me a loud, passionate kiss.

"I have already swallowed you" she declared after breaking the kiss. "It's time for more -- let me lead you to my bed so we can make it OUR bed."

"I have a better idea. Let me take YOU!" I said, and scooped her up. She was a trim, petite little thing so my consistent workouts made it easy enough.

"Oh you big strong man! Just what I've always wanted! What are you going to do to me on OUR bed?"

"Everything" I said, laying her on the bed and spreading her legs. I couldn't wait to compare shaved pussy to waxed pussy! She immediately read my mind.

"Oh my, someone's hungry. Are you going to eat the pussy I waxed just for you?"

I let actions speak louder than words. I stretched out between her legs, getting a very up-close and personal view. I was immersed in the fragrance of her desire. I held my face just above her and inhaled deeply.

"Please don't make me wait I will fucking beg it's been sooo long since I got licked really well. Please lick me give meeaaaaaHHHH"

I granted her wish. My tongue roved over her body. I was amazed how smooth, how slippery she felt. Whatever perfumes she'd used must have all been on her neck, because now all I could smell, all I could taste was the greatest drug on earth -- a woman's need. I licked the lips. They were already open for me, but I kept my tongue on the outside of her body as I explored, learning her bare landscape. I licked gently, superficially, as she sighed and moved her legs a bit, just relaxing into the sensations I was giving her. I swiped my tongue up and down, then lengthened it to a tip and began exploring her folds.

"Oh gohd yes, fuck, you love this don't you? You love this, don't you? Just as much as I loved serving you with my mouth."

My tongue was well between her lips by then. Brushing my nose against her waxed mound was unexpectedly erotic. I was testing her, feeling the heat and resilience of her lips with my probing tongue. I inhaled loudly, wanting her to know how much I was enjoying her intimate perfume.

"Oh fuck, you're good -- OH -- lick me, tongue me, fuck yes! My pussy makes you hungry doesn't it?"

I began licking lower, teasing her entrance. She purred in appreciation. Her wetness coated my face. My nose was buried in between her lips. The scent of her had my brain reeling. I swirled my tongue around a bit more then dove. I reached inside her with my tongue, wishing it was my cock but unable to tear my face away -- yet.

"Oh-oh-oh-oh yessss fuck that feel so fucking good lick me! Lick my married snatch! Fuck! Oh yessss I've wanted your togue so fucking long! Ah! Does my married snatch taste good? Lickittongueme yessss!"

I shook my head to rub my nose between her lips. That coated my face with even more of her. I was so turned on it felt like my tongue grew an inch. I probed her with it, needing to be inside her. She was writhing underneath my mouth. I worked my hands in and cupped her ass as my tongue penetrated her. Her cheeks fit my hands so well I actually held her in place just by palming them and pulling down. I'd never felt an ass like that.

I pulled my tongue back and rolled it around in my mouth to taste her. Amita whimpered pulling against my grip on her cheeks. She needed me to put my tongue back into her. I lowered my face again, and my tongue collided with her clit.

She screamed. I wondered if the neighbors heard. I decided it would be fun to make sure they did, so I focused all my attention on her firm little clit. I worked it with my tongue, then wrapped my lips around her, sucked and hummed. She took a deep breath and babbled. She was incoherent and very loud.

I kept sucking and humming, and then added tongue. She shrieked and wrapped her legs around my head. She ground herself against my mouth. I lost my grip on those incredible cheeks as she wrestled her clit against my mouth. She was flooding my face and I was loving it. I did everything I could to keep her orgasm going. I wanted to rock her world. She was almost singing an opera when I realized I had a free hand. I slipped a finger into her and she squirted, her body spraying me. I'd say I don't know who enjoyed it more, but anyone with a decibel meter would have given the prize to her. She might have broken a weaker man's neck the way she was twisting and grinding.

Finally she quieted down. Her hips slowed, and she fell back limp on the bed. After a few deep breaths, she quietly said "take me. I need your dick. Please. Holy fuck that was -- take me."

I pulled her on top of me. We wiggled and squirmed until my cock found her entrance. We both sighed as our bodies joined. I worked my hips to slowly take her deeper and deeper. She whimpered and began licking my face clean. That made my cock grow even more. She was bathing me with her tongue, trying to recover everything her body had given me. I gently moved inside her while she licked.

When my face was clean I rolled us over. She gasped as she let me control her. I got my arms under her legs. She was folded in half under the weight of my body. I began to pump, reaching deep inside her.

She squealed and whimpered, lost in my possession of her body. Her tone rose fast, and soon I didn't recognize her voice. She was keening, wordlessly protesting, or so I thought. I pulled back, leaving only the tip in the clutches of her slit. She instantly let me know I'd erred.

"What the fuck don't stop don't you fucking stop give it to me fuck my married womb needs this so fucking bad fuck me oh fuck I've waited YEARS --"

She would have kept going but I knew what I needed to do. I wasn't hurting her, she hadn't changed her mind, she was just vocalizing what my cock was doing to her. And if she'd waited years -- wow, what if I'd known? I had lost time to make up!

I took her. Hard. She gave sexy little squeaks, the desperate look in her eyes showing how deeply I was affecting her. She rocked her hips up in perfect time with my thrusts. She yipped the first time my knob hit her cervix. It sounded even more like pain but she was staring into my eyes, nodding with a look of bliss on her face.

I ground against her cervix again. She thrashed her legs, and I released them. She stuck them out straight to each side. If there was a way for her to give me deeper access, neither of us thought of it. She was as open and receptive as she could be, and I took full advantage of her position.

"Your wet, waxed pussy feels incredible" I growled.

"It's a married pussy you tiger! Fuck it!" she panted.

"It's married but it's mine now!"

"Then cum in it! Cream my wet waxed married box!"

"You want my sperm?"

"So fucking bad! More than anythinggggg!"

"Then you'll do anything to get it!" I said, and pulled out of her. She looked horrified as I pulled her to the end of the bed and slid her to her knees. I wanted her to taste herself on my cock as I climaxed.

"Later! Later please fuck my pussy now! Please! I need it in my married pussy! I waxed it for you!"

She had. And she did say later. And the desperation in her dark, flashing eyes was so sexy. I rubbed it across her lips and spun her around, bending her over the bed.

"Oh yes, mount me tiger, give it to my married slit! Give me that dream cock, cum in my womb my married cheating fucking womb!"

I wrapped myself around her, loving the feel of my skin against her legs, her back. My hands found her pert breasts as my knob kissed her lips. She moaned, pushing back, but I controlled the pace.

"I'm going to mount you, breed you, fill your married womb with sperm. Hot, creamy, forbidden, cheating sperm."

"Oh yes please mister, give me your cum! Do it, hard and deep! I'm giving you my married pussy so you can fill it with sperm!"

"Hold still my sweet little thing" I said. I began to push. She gasped and nodded. I entered her slowly -- very, very slowly. I counted. One one thousand, two one thousand, three one thousand.... I made it to twenty-eight before I was pressed against her, deep as she could take. I pulled back, taking almost as long. She was begging. I ignored her pleas. Putting her on her knees, then bending her over had reset my clock. I gave her a dozen slow stroked before I moved one hand down. I can't be sure but I swear a drop of her body's wetness dripped onto my finger before I brought it up and found her clit.

I was in total control of her. My larger, stronger body was wrapped around hers. One hand held her breasts, switching back and forth between them. The other stroked her clit. My calves held hers down, pinned beneath me. And my unprotected manhood joined our bodies, claiming her as my lover.

"Please -- please give it to me! I need your sperm, only yours, feed my womb, FUCK MEEE!"

"Say please" I instructed, knowing full well she'd just said that exact word.

"PLEASE SIR!" she screamed, bucking back toward me. She couldn't move much, but what range of motion she had she used to try and take me deeper. I decided it was time. My hips pounded against her taut, smooth cheeks as my cock rocked and thrusted inside her.

"FUCK! YES! DEFILE ME! FUCK ME ON MY -- ON OUR BED!"

"Oh yes, it's our bed now, isn't it? I'm gonna cream in you on our bed!"

Her screams dropped to a whisper. "Take my pussy. Fill it lover. Fill me up tiger."

I pushed so hard I shifted the bed a bit. My dick rammed inside her, pressing hard against her cervix. I felt the rush of the first load of my gift drenching her insides. I roared and pumped, each savage drive inside her spraying more living sperm into her body. "Mating -- beautiful -- oh fuck -- love your pussy" I grunted as I filled her body with the seed she so desperately begged for. I managed to keep my finger working on her clit and she honored my orgasm with another of her own.

"Fill me... yes... fuck, I love it..." she panted as our mating crescendo set both of our bodies shaking. Finally I fell onto her, drawing a loud "oof!" from her lungs. Our combined weight pinned my arms underneath her. She reached up with one of hers and stroked my hair. After a few minutes' rest she whispered.

"Let's get into our bed. I could use a few minutes, how about you?"

I nodded. I knew she felt my answer, we were so closely intertwined. We crawled up onto the bed. She pulled the covers down and hooked her finger. I flopped back on a pillow, not caring who had used it last. I knew who had used this beautiful wife last. She crawled up next to me and lay her head on my chest.

"That was fantastic. Hope you gave miss pool house just as good a showing."

"Probably not; a bedroom gives you a much better stage than a stall."

"You're right. Who was she, anyway?"

I chuckled. "You've gotta earn that answer, if that's even possible."

"Mm, a challenge. Nice. Is she married? Because this didn't seem like your first time with a married woman."

"My beauty, this is not. But regardless, you are special, my jungle lily." I quietly hoped she'd like that name -- if she was on the fence hopefully a recent orgasm or two would tip the scales my way."

"Ah, the tiger and the lily. The fearsome beast and the tempting flower."

"Irresistible; tempting doesn't give you enough credit."

"Flatterer. Don't stop though. Want to hear a story?"

"A flower who spins webs. Spin me your tale."

She had already been speaking quietly, but her voice dropped even further. "There once was a man who didn't appreciate his wife. And he plucked another flower. But his wife was cleverer than -- a very clever thing"

I chuckled at the interruption of her creative language. She silently chuckled a bit too and then continued. I had to strain to hear her.

"She found out. And he was uncovered. He begged. He offered to pay any price. So once a month, I get a hall pass. For as long as I want."

"Hmm. Interesting."

"It is -- and fun. For me. He has to listen. He heard everything from when we came in the door to when I just lowered my voice. I'm sure he can't hear me now. Actually, I hope he can hear enough to know I'm telling you something, without being able to hear what."

"Oh, and to what do I owe this oh-so-precise acoustical wish?"

"Well, the rules say if I ever use the pass on the same man twice, the debt is paid and it all stops."

"Really." I was very disappointed. I had hoped this would go on and on. At least a dozen or two more times. My disappointment was temporarily drowned in the pleasure of her naked body sliding up mine so she could whisper directly into my ear.

"That's what he thinks, anyway. He doesn't get to set the rules on his own. He gave up -- no, he never had that right. So if there's a second hall pass, don't overthink it. Just fuck me. IF I use a second hall pass on you. What do you say to that?"

"Is the flower presuming to dictate to the tiger?"

"The flower is offering ideas for the tiger's consideration."

"Does the flower consider that there are more flowers in the forest than tigers?"

"Nevertheless, there are other tigers."

"Few are this strong."

"And few flowers are this sweet." She stared up at me, glaring. Then she broke into a laugh. Quiet, not as quiet as her words, but genuine. I chuckled too.

"The tiger will consider it. Because of the flower's exceeding beauty. And the sweetness of the flower's nectar."

"You've got some pretty sweet nectar yourself, tiger" she said, reaching a hand down. She put a shining finger to her lips and tasted it, breaking into a sensual smile as she did. Then she lowered her head onto my chest again.

I woke up to the sweet sensation of her mouth. I stretched, and that earned me an "mmmm." Which felt fantastic of course. I didn't know how long I'd been asleep, but I was fully hard again. I enjoyed her blowjob, stroking her hair and pressing down on her head occasionally just to show her the tiger wasn't passive. After several minutes she raised her head.

"I cleaned up while you were napping. Which means the flower needs more of your cum."

"That's not all it means" I said, moving underneath her. She worked with me and soon I was staring up at fresh, waxed, horny pussy. As her head bobbed over me I pulled down on her hips, bringing her lips to mine. She tasted amazing as her juices ran down onto my face. We held each other's bodies as our mouths competed to see who could give the most pleasure.

I guess I won because I had plenty of stamina when she moaned around my dick and pushed her hips down. Her clit got even harder and her thighs went rigid, then shook.

"Fuck me -- I'll keep sucking if you'd rather but my pussy needs this cock!"

"Well, since you waxed it just for me" I said, pretending to be reluctant. I guided her to turn around. She gripped me as her waxed treasure hovered over me.

"Lower your married pussy onto it lover" I said.

"Oh yes tiger here we go aaahhhHHHH!"

She took me into her body, sliding down as she crouched over me. Only our genitals touched. I moaned when I felt her clit touch me. "More" I said. She bobbed her hips, driving me in and out.

"Suck it again!" I panted.

"Oh, you want me to taste my own cheating pussy on your married cock, don't you?"

"Damn straight. Suck yourself off of me."

"Such a perv. I love it." She hopped off and drew me into her mouth. She sucked hard, cleaning my cock. I rocked my hips to use her mouth.

"Oh you naughty perv! Here, follow me!" She hopped up and of course I followed her pert little ass down the hall. She pulled me close to her.

"He can hear when we're in the living room or bedroom. Not being able to hear will drive him crazy, and I want you to take me on the dining room table. I'll remember you ever night, I want to remember you at every meal too!" she whispered,

She leaned over the table, but I flipped her over and sat on the edge. I love eating women on a table. The best meal life has to offer; horny, wet pussy.

"Oh fuck!" she gasped as my tongue got to work. The chair at the head of the table wasn't very comfortable so I pushed it back and knelt. That put my face at the perfect height. All I could see was my lover's pussy. The pussy that needed me so bad she'd used a hall pass to get my tongue and my cock. She trembled as I showed her what a good decision that had been.

Her pussy juices pooled under her ass as I licked. I pressed my face hard against her crotch. The sounds coming from the married woman's mouth were the perfect soundtrack to my feast. Her waxed body felt so smooth I decided I needed to see if I could shave more smoothly. I hoped I didn't have enough stubble for her to feel it as I buried my face between her legs. Maybe a sufficiently active tongue could distract her if I did. She began to tremble underneath me. I slipped a finger into her tight clutches and curled it up. She gave the cutest high-pitched squeal. I was getting to know her signals. She was already close!

"Cum for me but don't make a sound. Make any noise and I'll stop!"

She started down at me. She looked almost terrified at the prospect but she nodded. I rewarded her with a flurry of tongue and another finger. That was all it took. She took a deep breath, which made her chest swell beautifully. She held it, and then her body spasmed, from her head down to her flailing feet. She let some whimpers slip, but they were barely audible even to me so I kept licking, kept my fingers working,

When her orgasm was spent she pulled me up. "Cock -- please -- fuck me, I need it so fucking bad tiger!"

I stood and slid right into her. Her pussy felt amazing. She ground her ass in the pool of her liquids. She had left a lot on the table during her orgasm. I pictured dinnertime on a table polished with Amita's pussy juice. I slid her around as I pumped into her.

"Ahh, slide me around, wipe the table with me. All of it!"

Wow, she'd been thinking the same thing! I slid her around, wathing as more and more of the table began to shine. The sharp corners took some careful maneuvering. When we'd polished the way around the table I pulled out of my lover and sank down. I licked her beautiful, waxed, fragrant pussy. Her smooth legs were over my shoulders, surrounding my head with her body. She was so smooth, so horny, so feminine!

When my face was coated and she was quivering, I stood back up. My cock went right back where it wanted to be. I pulled her to me and kissed her deeply as we mated. She kissed me back, passionately. Her lips fought with mine. Her tongue worked in my mouth, around my mouth, licking up as much of her own creamy desire as she could. Her legs felt so good against my ribs as my erection reached deep inside her.

"Fuck you are sooo deep, so fucking good!"

"You want another load, don't you?" She nodded quickly.

"Where do you want it? Right here on the table?"

"Bed -- back in the bed!"

"Whose bed?"

"OUR bed! Fuck me in our bed baby!"

"Let's go!"

I gave her one last deep thrust. I held it deep and ground against her. She gasped and wrapped her legs around me. I stood up, supporting both of us. I throbbed inside her.

"I wish I'd fucked you years ago! Fuck you're so strong! Give me your cum! In our bed!"

I started to carry her, but I stumbled a bit against one of the chairs. It scared Amita.

"Set me down, come on, we need to get in bed!" I set her down and she pulled me back to the bedroom. Watching her ass move as she scurried ahead of me was delightful.

She crawled in bed and pulled me in afterward. She locked eyes with me and sucked me down her throat again.

"You love tasting yourself on me, don't you?"

"Mm-hmm!" She replied as she sucked hard. I gave her a few minutes to enjoy her meal. I fingered her, loving the wetness. My cock needed that wetness. I rolled her onto her side and slid behind her. My erection found the gap between her thighs. My hips started working on their own. I was sliding into her gap, feeling her thighs grip me. At the top of each stroke I felt her lips kiss my tip. I shifted to get a little farther, and she gasped. I felt a tap on my eye. I was fucking her clit! I worked my hips, teasing her clit. Over and over and over. Amita grabbed my hand and brought it to her breast. I played with her clit, pinching it, twisting it a little. The rubbery, swollen nipple felt good under my fingers.

"I'm going to make you cum, and then I'm going to breed you. So much fucking sperm in your married cunt. You're going to keep it in you -- my tiger cum in your married, waxed pussy!'

"Do it -- oooohh -- do it, make me cummmmm" she begged, letting me control her body. She was loving the way I was working her clit and her nipple. Her breathing grew ragged. I kept hitting her clit with my cock. I worked her nipple, listening to her breath and changing the way I manipulated the puckered, rubbery peak. I whispered in her ear, praising her beauty, her wetness, the way it felt to be inside her and give her my sperm. I lost track of time; all I cared about was her orgasm.

Finally I earned it. She gasped, groaned, and clenched her thighs. It trapped my cock against her clit, so I pumped to keep up the rhythm against her sweet button. I felt my shaft move more freely against her thighs as her body lubricated us.

"In me! Put it in! I need it inside me!" She was begging, loudly. "Where did you learn -- fuck! Stuff me! Deep inside!"

I shifted against her and found her opening. I moaned into her ear as I took her pussy again.

"I'm in your pussy -- you feel incredible! Fuck!"

She whispered back at me. "Aww, I forgot -- I had promised we'd use condoms. What a shame. Will you forgive me tiger?"

I wrapped my arms around her legs, holding her against me as my body invaded her bare vagina. She twisted her neck to kiss me as we mated. Her ass was pressed hard against me as her pussy accepted my thrusts. We kissed and fucked, out bodies locked together. We were fucking in a pool of pussy juice and sweat. I rolled onto my back, bucking up into her body.

"Gawd I love your dick!" she screamed. "Fuck me! Don't stop, fuck me tiger! I wish I'd spread my legs the first day I met you! I wanted to you know! If I'd known what a great fuck you are I would have dropped my panties and bent over right away! Right in front of everyone! In front of Sanjit! I want your cum! Give it to me! Please tiger, pleeeeease!"

I felt myself getting close. Her body's grip on my cock, the filthy things she was saying, I felt the sperm rise. I wanted to look her in the eye as I climaxed inside her. I pulled out.

"NOOOO! IN ME! PLEASE! GIVE IT TO ME!" she wailed.

I rolled her over. Her legs spread before she was even on her back. I climbed onto her and rammed myself in.

"YESSS! THAT FUCKING DICK! DO IT TIGER!"

I interrupted her by taking her mouth as my cock took her womb. She rocked underneath me, taking me as deep as possible. I gave her three more thrusts and spasmed inside her. My seed flooded her open vagina. I felt her cervix against me as I shot sperm deep inside her I interrupted her by taking her mouth as my cock took her womb. She rocked underneath me, taking me as deep as possible. I gave her three more thrusts and spasmed inside her. My seed flooded her open vagina. I felt her cervix against me as I shot sperm deep inside her yielded body. She moaned into our kiss, then shuddered and began to climax underneath me.

"Good girl, cum with me" I barely managed to say through our kiss. "Cumming in your married waxed pussy! Take it!"

I was throbbing, swollen, spurting deep inside her. We were locked together, her orgasm fluttering inside against my shaft. It felt amazing. We were both panting and moaning incoherently as our bodies celebrated our lust. I could feel liquid flowing down over my balls. Probably my own cum as well as her cream, given how much I was blasting inside her. My balls spasmed to give her all the sperm my body could muster after all the fucking we'd done. I was kind of shocked how much I still had to give her. We were sloshing and slapping wetly together as we consummated the tryst.

I rested on my elbows and knees as her chest heaved gloriously underneath me.

"Wow" she panted.

"You can say that again" I muttered.

"I wasn't kidding you know -- I wish I'd dropped my panties the first day I met you."

"Really? I didn't think I made that kind of impression."

"I think my pussy just knew. Shoulda listened." She lowered her voice. "I really was supposed to use condoms. I have before, but no fucking way." She giggled. I felt it inside her, even though my cock was relaxing. I moved to keep it in her as long as possible.

"Wanna hear something twisted?" I said quietly into her ear.

"Oo, yess -- tell me!"

"I love all the married talk. I shouldn't be in here --" I wiggled my hips. "And you love that as much as me, don't you?" She bit her lip and nodded. "Is he really listening?"

"Yep. I bet the whispering is driving him crazy."

"Don't clean up, okay? Keep me in you as long as you can."

"Naughty fucking tiger. I was gonna do that anyway."

"So I'm a fucker now? Not a tiger?"

"Oh, you'll always be a tiger. My tiger."

"Is that --"

"It just sounds cool. I was raised here, but by Indian parents. That's why I have a bit of an accent, but really I --"

"Cultural mutt?"

"Mutt?" she pretended to be offended.

"Pardon me my lady -- your tiger is brain dead from all the fucking!"

She laughed. "Oh, I understand. I hope I don't have to walk much tomorrow!" Her tone changed. "I wasn't kidding you know -- you are just -- it's like you were reading my mind. Amazing. Don't go getting a swelled head on me." She chucked as my eyes She giggled as my eyes flicked down to the head that was still buried inside her.

"THAT can swell whenever you want. In my married pussy. My married, cheating pussy. My married, cheating, waxed pussy. She likes you. I bet she likes you more than whoever that was in the pool house." She looked at me expectantly.

"Oh, would you like to know who that was?" I teased.

"Yes please. Who's the lucky girl?"

"Earn it." I said, and leaned down and licked a nipple. She gasped, and cuffed me upside the head.

"Fine, be that way. I'm better anyway. Bet she didn't even wax for you."

"Shaved. Almost as good."

"Nice, but yeah, I'm better. Would she be mad if I stole you?"

"What, you don't think I have enough for everyone?"

"Everyone? Not 'both of us?' How many --"

"Don't get possessive sweet cheeks."

"I won't, I won't -- I mean, who am I to judge?"

"I'm horribly offended. You stud-shamed me."

"I bet I can cheer you up" she said, and began sliding down my body.

"Woah there, I'm not -- I mean, at this point I need some rest there gorgeous!"

She pretended to pout. "FINE. Be that way."

I pulled her close and whispered. "You really were fantastic."

"So were you. I'm glad you had me raw. I can feel you inside me. So deep, so creamy."

I drew a couple of deep breaths and then slid down to the end of the bed.

"I'd better get going. What time is -- oh, yeah, I'm --"

"- my fantastic tiger?" she interrupted to finish my sentence. I went down to the living room. I heard her following me. As I gathered my clothes, she took my shirt and helped me put it on. Then she took my pants and socks. She helped me step into my pants, and then I felt her tongue swipe across my balls. I smiled down and stroked her face. She smiled back and helped me finish getting dressed.

She was still stark naked as I kissed her goodbye.

"Keep it all in you!" I said.

"As long as I can -- and I mean it, this was fantastic!"

"Yes it was -- yes it was."

I didn't think to check my phone until I was buckled into my car. I had six texts from my wife, and one missed call.

"Are you serious?"

"I guess you are who is she?"

"Are you still fucking her? I hope so!"

"Are you okay? She didn't fuck you to death did she?"

"I just got myself off stud!"

"Come home dirty baby! I'm waiting Im so wettt"

Wow, I guess she wasn't mad at me for not getting to watch, or for not responding to her messages.

I was two blocks from Amita's house when my boss called. He had some questions. I could tell it was going to be a long call, so I pulled over in a little park and got comfortable. We ended up talking for over ninety minutes. It was important and complicated, so I got lost in the call. Rush hour was ending as I pulled back into traffic. When I was able to think about personal matters I was surprised that Colleen hadn't called again.

My wife knew I had been fucking, I was later than usual, and she was waiting at home. Wasn't she? I felt sure she was. When I got home I marched through the front door.