Roll the Bones Ch. 13

I parked several houses away and walked to Amita's door. I didn't get the chance to knock. She opened the door and pulled me in. She was wearing a sheer scarf tied around her waist. One foot was adorned with an anklet that had a chain running down to one toe. She was an exotic, erotic vision.

She was on me before I could even say 'hello.' She pressed her lips to mine, forcing her tongue into my mouth. Here eyes were open, staring at me. She looked fierce, hungry. She broke the kiss, panting as she pulled my tight shirt over my head. She tossed it over her shoulder and attacked my belt. The next thing I knew my pants were pushed down to the tops of my boots.

"Goddam I've missed your dick" she declared loudly. She got on her knees and began to suck me. I gasped as I felt her mouth draw me in. Her mouth formed itself to my erection. Those dark, flashing eyes looked up at me as she serviced my cock. The look of desperate hunger was slowly replaced by deep, passionate satisfaction as her lips slid up and down my shaft. She lifted her breasts, showing them to me. I saw something above her left nipple. It was a sort of teardrop shape, with the pointed end directed down at her nipple. Had that been there before? I was in no state to wrack my mind given how she was working my cock.

It was all her mouth. Her hands were on her breasts, supporting them, pinching the nipples. Her lips wrapped around me, forming a perfect seal. The sensation of her lips sliding along my shaft was delicious. I wondered if she wanted to drink my cum. I remembered the way her throat worked to swallow my sperm, the satisfied moans as she filled her belly with my seed.

She bobbed and moaned on me. She was obviously having such a good time I almost wondered who was enjoying it more. Had to be me, I decided. She let go of her breasts and found my hands. She laced her fingers into mine and pulled them to her face. We both cradled her face as she sucked. I was starting to swell even more in her mouth. I decided to warn her when I was close. She was showing no sign of getting tired, her mouth sucking so hard her cheeks hollowed every time she rose up.

I realized I was breathing much deeper. It was time to warn her. "Are you ready? I'm not -- you're gonna make me blow!"

She forced her face down, taking all of me into her mouth, into her throat. Then she slowly rose up. "I want you to cum in me. In my bare, married body."

It took all my self-control not to ask why she stopped, but what I said was "I can't wait beautiful!"

"I have something to tell you."

That's never good, but at least I wasn't hearing it from my wife.

"What, did you figure out who I had in the pool house?"

"Oh, I figured that out a long time ago." I saw her eyes flick off to the side. I saw a tiny flicker of doubt when she looked back at me. "Good, I know her tell" I thought. I was certain she was lying, but I played along.

"Well, as long as you don't hold it -- her -- against me."

"Tigers have to eat. Predators never change, especially the big, powerful ones."

I gave her a confident smile. She licked up the underside of my manhood, staring up at me with her beautiful eyes.

"So what do you have to tell me that's so important you can't finish what you started yet?"

"Well... he knows. He knows we fucked again."

"Oh REALLY?" Honestly I wasn't that concerned, but she was making a production out of it. I played along.

"Don't be mad, don't be mad" she said, giving my dick a few quick sucks. I put my hand behind her head and fucked her mouth a few times. It felt great, and she moaned for me. I let her go.

"We got in a fight -- he wa -- we were yelling, I just -- I just told him. Well, screamed it. He freaked out. Remember the lamp that was on that table?" She pointed to a table at the far end of the couch. I couldn't remember the lamp, specifically, but there was a mark on the wall behind the table. Not what I wanted to hear.

She pressed her body to mine, wrapping her arms around my neck. I felt a bit foolish, standing there in my boots and pooled jeans.

"I see you're worried. Don't be. Really. We talked and... I learned a few things. He's really started to love my hall passes. He was acting angry because he was -- he was embarrassed. At how much he loves listening to me. He said he'll forgive me, gladly, if..."

"Yes?" I asked, somewhat warily.

"Well he wants to watch us this time not just listen. He knows I invited you over, he knows... well, he says he'll forgive me and we'll be better than ever if we just do this, if he can watch us. Watch you take me."

"Wow, this is... hmm."

"Listen, do this for me? Pleeeease?" she begged, rubbing herself against me. "You'll love it, I swear. He wants to see me submit to you. Hell, this may just save my marriage!" I saw no sign of deception. Which kind of scared me -- I didn't want responsibility for anyone else's marriage, as much as I enjoying fucking Amita and turning my wife on.

"He just wants to watch once. With anyone. He just wants to see me cheat with his own eyes. It's not important who." Holy fuck, she was lying all of a sudden -- it had to be ME, and even better, she was afraid to let me know!

"I don't know. Having him listen was bad enough."

She looked scared, just for an instant. She probably thought I didn't notice. Granted, I was staring at her chest. Mostly. Peripheral vision is a wonderful thing. She pressed herself against me, rubbing up and down. I was acutely aware of her nipples rubbing against my chest. At least I was, until I felt her wetness on my thigh.

"Please tiger -- he doesn't care, but I want you to be the one." She moved so she could look me in the eye. "Trust me, you'll enjoy it. You might even learn a thing or two."

I cocked a skeptical eyebrow, and thought for a minute. I could see her hoping. I could feel her hand on my shaft.

"Is there a way for him to watch without me seeing him? I don't want to see anyone but you. In fact, he's got to stay fully dressed. Take it or leave it."

"Take it! I'll take it!" Her tone shifted beautifully. "Believe me tiger, I'll take it."

"So how's this going to work?"

"I've got just the thing!" she assured me. She bent over, taking me into her mouth for a moment, then she turned and scampered off. It was quite a sight watching her go, as her ass moved under the sheer scarf.

I stood there in the living room, waiting. My mind was focused on the new skill I'd just learned. I'd never been good at reading people, but suddenly Amita's thoughts were more apparent to me than anyone's had ever been. And it was already paying off. Was that what people meant when they talked about being good at reading people? Sure didn't take long to pay off! I was looking forward to seeing whether I could read Colleen or Vanessa better. I mean, I was confident I knew their real feelings about our situation over all, but would I learn anything new about the details? What about Tiffany? Oh yeah, if I could read her better, well... okay, actually her being less trustworthy than I'd expected had turned out really well for me. Really well. But still, if there were other women I could read the way I just learned to read Amita, that could really work out well.

I was smirking to myself, imaging how I'd impress my wife -- and turn her on -- when Amita strutted back into the room.

"We're ready tiger. Come claim your slut. I've needed this, and I'm so grateful that you've agreed to the new... situation."

She took my hand and led me to the bedroom. I smiled as I recalled her calling it our bed. There was a new piece of furniture in the room. It was a multi-segmented screen with an elaborately carved frame. The frame held woven panels, with small gaps in the weave. I could tell it would work really well. Amita adjusted it, turning it into a tiny cell.

"Tell him you want this" she said quietly.

"I do."

"Is --" I started to say, but he cut me off. Hell, I don't even know what I'd meant to ask.

"I want you to take my wife." His voice dropped to a whisper. "Please give her..."

"Give her what?"

"Give her what she needs."

"Silent and still, understood?"

"Yes."

I turned to Amita. She put her arms around me and gave me a quick kiss. Then she stretched onto her tiptoes to whisper in my ear.

"No matter what I say, know that it will turn him on, and you'll love it, because -- it will all be true! Well, everything I say about you tiger."

I winked to silently tell her I understood. Then I enfolded her in my arms and kissed her, possessively. Deeply. She moaned loudly and pressed herself to me. My hands roamed, and found the scrap of nearly transparent cloth still around her waist.

"May I take it off? I want to be naked for you."

"Of course."

She stepped back, twirled, and threw the scarf (or whatever it was) over the screen. She lifted her arms and swayed, a sensuous vision.

"Do I please you?"

"More than words can say."

"May I kneel?

"If you are kneeling for me. If you're kneeling because you want this" I answered.

"I do want it" she replied, not yet moving. "I want it in my mouth. I want to give you my mouth, feel it between my lips like I imagine every day."

"Is that all you imagine?"

"No, I dream of so much more. MUCH more. But I have to show you gratitude, show you my devotion. That comes first. Would that please you?"

"Your mouth always pleases me." I hope she could see how much I meant it. I could clearly see how much she meant everything she'd told me.

Slowly, showing off the strength in her legs, she lowered herself. Her eyes were focused on her prize. I watched closely as she drew close, opened her mouth, and slowly began to descend. She was a bit past the knob when I said "stop."

Her eyes shot up. "There, that's better. Your eyes are so beautiful, you should always look at me when you give me your mouth. You usually do of course, and I love it. You have beautiful eyes. I've always thought so."

She waited patiently while I talked to her. I had told her to stop, of course. I hadn't given her tongue any instructions, and she took advantage of the fact, pleasuring me while she waited for permission to continue.

"Your eyes have always fascinated me. Look at those lips, too. Perfectly sealed around me. That sweet little mouth, stretched around my cock. I used to wonder how those lips would feel. If I'd known, we'd have been doing this for years now. I would have asked you to strip and kneel before me, just like this."

She tried to say something, so I pulled back to free her mouth.

"I would have obeyed. The first time I saw you, I wanted to suck your dick. I WANTED to get on my knees for you. Serve your dick."

I could tell she meant it. I throbbed knowing she'd been hiding that desire for years.

"Okay you sweet thing, tell me you love my dick and you can suck it some more."

"I LOOOOVE your dick" she moaned, and then inhaled me again. She took me right down to the root. She went slowly, staring up at me the whole time. I stroked her hair, and nodded. She read my mind, and began bobbing, taking me in her mouth over and over, sliding along my length with her velvet mouth. I felt a hand cradle my balls. They were hot, and tight, and swollen.

"Touch yourself baby. Rub that sweet little clit. I can't wait to taste her again. She shouldn't have to wait. You're being such a good girl for me you deserve more pleasure."

"There's no higher pleasure than having you inside me" she said. Her hand met her womanhood as her lips reclaimed me. She began to work her hips almost as hard as her neck was working. I caught motion out of the corner of my eye. I saw fabric moving in the little gaps in the weave.

"You are amazing, lover. Some men never experience a blow job like this, a mouth like yours. Maybe they just don't deserve it. You honor me with this. A mouth like yours, a woman like you is a treasure."

She smiled up at me with her eyes. I remembered our first time together. Poetic language turned her on. Illicit, forbidden romance backed up by deep penetration. Infidelity as a twisted, sensual art.

"Oh, your mouth. Your beautiful mouth. It was hard not to stare, you know, over the years. Imagining you giving me the gift of your mouth, wishing you wanted to feel me where you draw breath, speak your words to the world, eat -- and DRINK. I never knew you wanted to season your breath, your words, everything you take in or give out with the flavor of my penis. Have you thought about that? How you gave me your mouth, tasted me, swallowed me? How every word you speak since then carries my essence? How every breath you take in or send out is tinged with my sperm? It is -- you swallowed me, took me in forever. I am always in you."

She was bobbing faster and faster as she listened to me. I could see I was inspiring her.

"Did you feel it, beautiful? You made me cum with your mouth. As you swallowed for me, did you feel me filling you, feeding you, giving your body what it wanted? You took me in and I'm still in you, part of you. Forever. Your body is now made of me, and soon -- fuck you're amazing -- soon you'll have more in your mouth, right between those beautiful lips you use to speak, to taste, to... kiss."

She was bobbing faster and faster, almost frantically sucking. Her eyes looked desperate. Her mouth felt amazing. This was a day for revelations. I'll be honest, I'm okay but nobody's porn star. Obviously my sister had an incest fetish or something like that. My wife had learned, on the nude beach given what she'd told Vanessa that night, that watching me drove her crazy. That soon developed into just knowing I was fucking someone. I was the luckiest sunofabitch on earth, sure, but it's not like I had some magic technique or the world's greatest dick. So why was Amita so crazy for me?

It was what I said. It was the way I'd said it. I'd quickly caught on to her dramatic, erotic flair when we first hooked up. I'd felt clumsy and awkward when I'd tried to respond in kind, but apparently I'd licked the clit on the head! Better to be lucky than good sometimes.

"That's it lover, suck. Give me your mouth. Feel the flesh between your lips, on your tongue, swollen for you. That's the taste of lust. Feel the floor beneath your knees. That's the feeling of being where you belong in this moment. Of giving pleasure to the cock you were meant for. But you're not just giving, are you? Ful -- oh fuck -- fulfilling your sexual destiny gives you as much pleasure as it does me. You were searching, weren't you? You needed this, you needed another dancer. This completes you, and when my turn comes I'll enjoy it -- aaaooooohhh -- I'll enjoy it just as much, my lover. My dancer. All that matters is our bodies in congress, uniting, joining intimately and sweetly, withaaahhh without barriers."

She was sucking so hard, so focused, she'd gently closed her eyes.

"Your eyes are a gift as much as your mouth, your body that I've entered and will take again -- open your lovely eyes."

She was so focused I began to repeat myself, but her eyes opened. She stared up at me, my wet, pulsing shaft appearing and disappearing beneath those eyes. She was panting through her nose, drawing in the air to power her efforts to earn my gift.

"Oh those eyes, the pools of li -- ah! -- the pools oh fuck I want to give -- those tits - "

Sue me. You try and be eloquent while an exotic beauty kneels in front of you, doing everything she can to drain your balls with her mouth while her husband tries to see as much as he can and she responds only to you.

"Drink -- ready? Drink me lover!"

She moaned with almost as much pleasure as me when I shuddered and convulsed in her mouth. We were locked together, my body in hers, her longing reaching into me to give rise to my spasms. I managed to gasp "feeding yuuu" and was kind of proud of myself for that; the woman was amazing with her mouth. She never gave up; I was barely able to stand and she was still trying to suck my sperm out of me. I staggered. Good thing it was eloquence and not coordination that drove her crazy!

"Aaaahhhh -- you have fed me. I love the taste of you. Always. But today you are even sweeter my tiger. Did you start eating pineapple or something? You taste like nectar, and I will always need more. For now, make use of our bed." She rose, rubbing herself against me. She took my hand, and guided me to the bed with elegant poise. Or maybe I was just easy to impress because of the fantastic fellatio. The bed felt as good as it looked, I can tell you that for sure.

I stretched out and she made a show of fluffing -- the pillows -- and winked.

"I'll return, tiger."

So there I was, stretched out, feeling good. Wouldn't have minded if I had no screened company, but that didn't dampen my enthusiasm too much. I won't lie, but thinking about our audience I wondered if it helped inspire her. As much as the sexy talk? Hmm.

I was almost dozing off when she returned. She bounced into the room, dressed in a maid's costume that must have come from the sleaziest shop in the state. And then she had it tailored to make it less subtle. The skirt was barely bigger than a strip of toilet paper wrapped around her waist. The apron actually hung a bit lower than the skirt. She's cut the top to totally expose her breasts. She had on lacy white gloves that went up to her elbows. Her hair had a tiny frilly mobcap that matched the lacy choker around her slender neck.

"Oh my, I'm supposed to clean but there's a big strong man in the bed. And he's naked! Oh my, what's a good girl like me supposed to do? What shall I do?"

Her sing-song voice was an unexpected contrast from how she usually acted.

"Wow. This place has beautiful maids!"

"You like it? I thought you'd like me to dress up. Guys like that right, mister?" Her eyes flicked over toward the screen. Ah, so hubby likes when she plays dress up. Okay, that's not hard to work with, especially with her luscious, firm cheeks barely covered by the obscenely short skirt.

"This mister likes it, that's for sure! Come here and I'll show you how to clean."

I pulled her onto the bed.

"I'd rather be dirty for you mister. Really, really dirty"

I pulled her to me and kissed her. She pretended to resist for a minute, but I gave her no choice. She winked and began kissing me back. We ran our hands all over each other's bodies. I was still amazed at her firm little body.

I picked her up, and she squealed in surprise. "What are you doing? I know you're my boss but I'm married, sir! What are you going to do to me?"

I stood up, turned around, and threw her on the bed. She bounced, her limbs flying everywhere. I got on top of her and kissed her. Before I knew it I was in her wet, waxed, married pussy. I gave her a few strokes, and she groaned loudly at the sensation of my probing. That was just a detour though. I had other plans.

"What are you -- put it back in me, fuck me, please please please I need that cock! My pussy was made for your cock please! I just OOOHHHH!"

As much as I loved her begging, the sound she made when my tongue touched her vagina was even more satisfying. I pressed my face to her slit and kissed as deeply as I'd been kissing her mouth. My tongue went straight into her, feeling her tight, fragrant body against my invading muscle.

"Oh GOHD that fucking TONGUE! I should -- OOH! -- I should be serving YOU, FUCK, what are you doing to AHHHH!"

She clutched at my head as I licked inside her, along her lips, down just below her entrance. Her head thrashed on the bed as I slathered my tongue all over her intimacy. She tasted different from all my other women -- there was a sweet tang there I'd never encountered before. I loved it; the taste, the way she lost her mind as I licked and kissed. She babbled and panted, giving shrill little cries that drove me crazy.

"Oh fuck I love your tongue yesss fucking lick me baby FUCK I was going to ride you I didn't AHHH I didn't expect this oh FUCK I want to serve you serve your dick but holy FUCK please don't stop oh fuck that's the best fucking tongue I've ever had oh gohd oh gohd oh gohd I'll do anything for your dick but that tongue is soooo fucking good! Are you watching pig, fuck, his tongue is enough to own me to make me his just to get that tongue nothing but his tongue forever would be enough but I love his dick too oh GOHD his tongue owns me his dick owns me just fucking use me tiger make my pig watch me cum for yooooUUUUUUAAAAAHHHH!"

She orgasmed under my mouth. I eagerly slurped up the wetness her climax produced. The nasty things she was saying were driving me so crazy I didn't even give her a break. I licked her straight through her orgasm, holding her down with the force of my mouth. Her tiny skirt brushed my forehead. Her waxed mound and lips shone with her lubrication. It felt so good rubbing my face in her smooth crotch as she loudly proclaimed her devotion.

After her orgasm calmed I switched techniques. I tenderly kissed her opening, running my fingers up and down her lips.

"Oh fuck you never stop do you fuck fuck FUCK oh yes use me tiger!"

I began to kiss my way up, swiping my tongue from side to side. Kiss, swipe, kiss, swipe, taking my time to head toward her clit. When I got close, I puckered and gently kissed around and around, barely brushing against the rigid protrusion that was ruling her body.

"Please please please please" she groaned. It almost became a chant. She tried to move her hips to get my tongue on her clit but I held her down. My arms were more than she could hope to overcome.

"Please what? Tell me what you want." I lowered my mouth again, barely tickling her clit. She tried so hard to get out her request.

"Please lick -- aaahhhHH -- please just -- oh! -- can -- oh FUCK!"

I kept changing things, using my fingers and lips and tongue to keep her from completing the simplest thought. It was fantastic. I loved it. Her responsiveness was amazing. She needed it so badly that she couldn't even beg for what she craved. She sure tried though!

"Well if you can't say it I guess you don't want it" I said, suddenly depriving her of any touch.

She drew a deep breath -- she hadn't been breathing any better than she'd been speaking. In the brief silence I heard moans from behind the screen. I shot a glace over there and the moans got quieter. Amita was still writhing. The moans hadn't registered in her mind at all. Her flailing hands found her top and ripped it off of her body. I loved how her breasts shook with the effort, capped by her dark, proud nipples.

"Please fucking lick my clit tiger I'm yours I need it so fucking bad lick it please just fucking lick my clit you own it just put your tongue on it PLEEEEEEASE! I'll be your good girl I'll do anything!"

I licked my fingers and slipped one into her. She immediately fell silent, too focused on the penetration to speak, or even move. I pumped the finger. She stared into my eyes and mouthed "more." I pushed in a second finger and gave a few gentle strokes. She sighed, and I rotated my wrist as my fingers worked inside her. Once my palm was facing up, I began curling my fingers inside my lover. She sighed, and began rocking her back in waves as the pleasure rolled through her.

"Oh fuck my body is your instrument tiger, fuck oh yes you give me everything I need GOHD I never knew there were lovers like you!" She grabbed my arm in a grip that impressed me. She ground herself against my fingers as I smiled down at her.

"Does that feel good lover? I hope you don't mind waiting a BIT longer for cock."

"I'd climb a hundred mountains to get your cock, of course I'll let -- AH -- let you finger me lover. Every time, every way you use my body gives me pleasure! That's what it -- AHH -- is, pleasure is you touching me, taking me, filling my body any way you wish!"

"What about licking?" I asked. She started to reply but couldn't. She cried out as my tongue found her clit. I kept working my fingers as my lips and tongue worked her sweet pea.

"OH GA -- OH -- HOW D0 -- FUUUUUUCK!" She got louder and louder as I massaged her clitoris with my tongue, spelling out 'you are mine' on the screaming woman's clit. I had meant to drag out the sensual joy of licking her. I had no such luck. When I sealed my lips around her, sucked, and hummed, she lost it.

"I LOVE YOUR TONGUE!" she screamed. "DO YOU SEE THAT? DO YOU SEE HOW HE LICKS MY TWAT?" The neighbors must have heard her, she was so loud. My face and one arm weren't enough to hold her down that time. All I could do was hold on and ride out her climax. I caught a gasp of breath whenever I could. I swear I tasted blood for a moment; her body crushed my lip against my teeth. The taste went away quickly.

She began to slow down. Moments of stillness were followed by quivering and shaking. She stared at me wide-eyed, her chest heaving as she drew ragged gulps of air. Finally her breathing returned to normal. Her legs quivered one last time and were still.

"Woah. Wow. Oh. Whew. Gimmie a minute tiger."

I slid up toward the head of the bed and got comfortable on some pillows. Amita took a few more deep breaths then rolled over to gaze up at me. She had adoration in her eyes. She slid up my body to put her head on my chest.

"That. Was. Amazing. I haven't cum that hard in YEARS. Holy shit. I wish I'd given myself to you so long ago baby. I -- holy shit, I shouldn't say this. Fuck it. It's the truth. Fuck."

She paused, like she was screwing up her courage. I ran my fingers down her back, over her hair, helping her relax.

"You know you weren't my first hall pass. I've told you the story. Those others? They really weren't great. Most were average at best. One was embarrassingly bad. Mostly I just went through the motions to make HIM listen. I put on an act, though. They all left thinking they'd rocked my world. Then I spread my legs for YOU, tiger. You changed everything. I wasn't remotely tempted to break the rules until you."

She stopped to think for a minute. Her hand walked down my chest, over my abs, and found my dick. Her soft, slender fingers encircled me.

"There it is. That's the dick that changed my life. I couldn't get this dick off my mind. Nothing I could do... I woke up in the middle of the night you know. I woke up wishing you were in me. It was after our second time. I spread my legs and pretended my fingers were you. I think he --" her eyes flicked over and back "woke up and heard, so I mumbled such filthy things. How I wanted to suck you again, swallow all that creamy, delicious spunk without wasting a drop. How I loved it when you took my married phudi, filling it with precious, manly sperm. How being with you changed me, re-created me as YOUR lover, your toy. That's what I am. Even if you never take me again I will always belong to you, to your mate. The servant of the tiger. I came so hard that night. I was such a horny slut, wishing you were in me."

She fell quiet. We were both breathing calmly, peacefully, but there was ragged breath coming from behind the screen.

Amita squirmed, moving up along my body to whisper in my ear. "I know he wonders if I was just twisting the knife, trying tease him. I wasn't. Everything I said was true. Giving myself to you, being with you, it really changed me. Nothing else -- it's different. Having you inside me, giving myself to you, feeling you touch me. I am more woman now than I ever was. It's all you my lover, my tiger."

I was amazed. She was completely serious. I was gonna have to be careful. This was a fling to me, just fucking and fun. There had always been two marriages to consider but I thought that was handled, under control. She was sounding like an eighteen year old who'd just found out what her clit was for! Hopefully the way I'd learned to read her would enable me to keep things from spiraling out of control. I wondered how I should respond, and took a chance.

"Suck it some more baby. You want it inside you right? To serve -- oh yeah!"

As soon as she heard what I wanted she was moving. She drew me into her mouth and her head began bobbing. I was hard in no time. Time for round three!

"Roll over baby!"

Instead of just rolling over, she hopped up. "Give me a moment tiger?"

Another costume change? She'd put a lot of thought into this! I smiled and nodded.

She wasn't gone long. She came back dressed in white lingerie. Shelf bras are a wonderful invention. She had on a white garter belt and stockings. She was strutting toward me on white platform heels.

"Do I please you?"

"You. Look. Breathtaking."

"Thank you tiger" she purred, climbing onto the bed and taking me back in her mouth. She drew it in sensually. I could tell she wanted to look me in the eyes so I shifted around a bit. Her eyes lit up when we made contact. She drew me sloooowly out of her mouth. She took a deep breath. I realized this was all buildup.

"I am ready. I want you inside me. The one place you haven't had, my tiger."

I gasped. Then I realized what Colleen would want as soon as I was home. No way. But I wanted Amita's ass! I hesitated.

"Please -- take my ass. I've never given my ass to anyone and I need you to be the one. There cannot be any of me I haven't given to you. Just you. I withhold nothing, and I have to prove it. Please, before I change my mind."

I was tempted -- very, very tempted. But I knew how disappointed Colleen would be if I washed before I got home. I decided to see how far this couple would take things.

"We cannot today lover. I need you to listen; obey your tiger."

She whined -- she actually whined in frustration. She turned and bent at the waist. She knew darned well how that would display her sweet little asshole. She grabbed her cheeks and spread them for me, showing me her desire as clearly as she was showing her rectum.

"Please? Pleeeeeease? I need it; I have to feel you stuffed up my ass. Stretch me out! We BOTH want it, please?"

"Sorry my pet. Soon, perhaps. But not today."

"Please? Have you -- do you know what to do? You do, don't you?"

"Bend over." Her eyes lit up with a mix of triumph and apprehension. She got on all fours and offered herself. I got behind her.

"I know EXACTLY what to do. You know it. But here's what I'd do. First you have to be prepared. You can't take my hard cock up that sweet, gorgeous asshole unless I've prepared you. So first I'd lick your ass."

She gasped, loudly, when my tongue swept across the sweet silk of her puckered orifice. She tasted amazing. The scent of her pussy was tinged with the intimate, spicy tang of her back door. I swirled my tongue around, then forced it in.

"Oh fuck his tongue's up my ass! FUCK! That feels -- whooow -- that feels so fucking GOOD!"

I licked a while, probing her, almost second guessing my decision. Her ass was a treasure. But I knew I would stick to my guns.

I gave her a last swirl of the tongue and then pulled back.

"Oh yes! Do it! I never thought any man would make me WANT it!"

"You do, don't you? You want me to be the first in your ass."

"The ONLY. I'll never let another man -- ANY other man -- in my ass. It will belong to you, tiger, always. Only you. Please? Now?"

I licked a finger, leaving a lot of my saliva on it. I pressed it against her. "You want me to do this with my cock?"

"Oooohhhh yes yes yes do it please, give me the cock I need, please?"

I added another finger. She moaned. I gently moved them in and out. She shivered, but held herself open, coopering eagerly.

"Third finger?"

She nodded. "Yes. Anything you want. You're preparing me for your cock tiger, do it."

I made a tight triangle with my fingers. I pressed against her slick, puckered little hole. My middle fingertip slipped in. Then the next finger. They were gripped by her tight hole. Her intimate ring gripped the two as the third finger brushed against her wrinkled, slightly stretched skin.

"More baby -- more" she gasped. "Get me ready!"

"Here comes the third finger, my flower. This is where it starts to really prepare you."

"Make me -- oh -- I'll submit. I have to please you."

"Push out. Push out now." The third finger began to penetrate. I could tell she didn't understand my instructions.

"You's so tight baby -- way too tight to take me without hurting. You need to learn if you want to give yourself to me this way. Okay? You know how -- no sex involved, just everyday -- you know how you sometimes have to 'push'? That's what -- aahh, there you are. Good girl. Feels better, doesn't it?"

"YESSSS" she hissed. "I'm ready I swear please do my ass baby please baby please please please fuck do it I need you up my ass!"

"You aren't ready yet kitten. We'll see when the time is right."

"Oh fuck make me your kitten tiger! Fuck my ass! PLEASE!"

I had all three fingers in her by then. She could have taken my cock if we'd gone slow enough. That wasn't my plan though.

"You're getting comfortable with this, aren't you kitten?"

"Yes! Put your dick in me! Right up my ass!"

I lined my cock up and rubbed it between her pussy lips. Soon my cock was so soaked I really wouldn't have needed more lube. I teased her pussy with my knob.

"So THAT'S what you want up your ass? Your tight, hot little rectum?"

"So fucking bad! Please tiger, please buttfuck your kitten!"

"But kitten, you shouldn't give ME your ass. You're a married woman, a married kitten. Doesn't your husband want your ass? Don't you want him to be the first to violate your tight, virgin ass?"

"He wants it SOOO bad. So fucking bad; he's begged for it so many times."

"What did you tell him?"

"I told him I was NEVER going to let any man up my ass! Exit only! I meant it too, until I found my tiger, my perfect lover!"

"So you aren't going to let HIM fuck your ass?"

"Never. Not once. He doesn't even get to lick it! Please baby, please tiger, my lover, do it!"

I started penetrating her sodden pussy.

"Not today. Your most intimate gift can't be taken hastily, my flower, my kitten. If you want to honor me with this gift everything has to be right. Picture it; a villa over the ocean, just us, all to ourselves, your body oiled and ready, a thousand miles from any distraction." I flicked my eyes toward the screen. She saw it. She loved it. Then the cost of the idea hit her.

"I -- yes my tiger. That sounds so magical, so perfect. I will -- there must be a way."

"Good girl. That's good. It has to be at least two nights, somewhere very beautiful and romantic."

I was giving her deep, hard strokes by then. I pulled my fingers out. She licked her hand and put two of her own fingers in.

"Can he watch?" she gasped.

"NO. Absolutely not. Just you and me, the whole trip."

"Just us? AHH! For the whole trip?"

"You. Me. Just. Us. Alone." I said, punctuating every word with a ferocious blow inside her.

"I don't -- AHH -- I don't think we --"

I didn't even let her finish. I pulled out and hopped off the bed. Colleen was gonna get a hell of a load when I got home.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" Amita cried.

"This isn't a negotiation kitten. We do it just like I said, or you asshole remains penis-free. Unless you want to give it to hubby."

"No, please, please, we'll do it, we'll pay for all of it! Just fuck me! I need it, my pussy needs your cum! Please baby!" She really was shocked. I had to work to get to my clothes. I didn't even TRY to get them on. I just got all of them -- or so I thought, I discovered out front that I'd missed a sock -- and headed to the door. Amita followed, begging. Right before I opened the door, I turned and winked at her.

I guess she could read me as well as I was starting to read her. She instantly realized I had handed her a hand of cards she could play, and the prize was a few days away and her getting my body exactly where she wanted it. Her eyes blazed with lustful joy.

"Soon -- you'll hear soon!" she said as I pulled the door closed. Getting dressed in front of their door was fun. Seriously, I was laughing the whole time. As I pulled my pants up, the rush of air blew a blast of Amita's fragrance up toward my nose. I inhaled as deeply as I could.

Right after I started the car, I sent a text to Colleen. "OMW my love"

The reply was instant. "It's opposite day you bastard."