Married Life chapter 2 Serving Rachel Justin's the director at the accounting firm I work at. He's two years older then I am, married and looking to climb the corporate latter. He is charismatic and counts on his social skills to overcome his lack of corporate knowledge. He's someone I can't get myself to like... and he's dating my wife. "Focus on the arch sweetie, those new heels of mine were killing my feet earlier. Oh, I see my little cock is awake, I can feel him squirming under my toes <giggle> Anyway, I have to agree with you, Justin's a very conceited person. Almost all night, all he could talk about was himself and all his accomplishments, very self centered. The only interesting part of our conversation during diner was when we could talk about you. I'll spare you the boring details of our diner conversation for now. Let me tell you about after we left the restaurant. Justin suggested we go dancing, you know how I love to dance don't you Fred? But having to keep hearing him talk about himself was a definite turn off, and I really didn't want that to happen. So when we got to the car, I leaned in really close to him by the driver's side (yes, I know, he didn't even open the door for me) and whispered to him that I'd rather he find a nice discreet motel so he could fuck my brains out. Turns out he liked my idea better. We drove out to that little hotel by the airport, well he drove, I was busy fishing his cock out of his pants. It was quite difficult getting it out, he must be three times the man you are in that department dear. I couldn't help but take my seat belt off and lean over to taste him. It was also very satisfying to hear him stop talking about himself and start complimenting me on my oral skills. His cock is very smooth and he's circumcised, did you know that? Of course you didn't, silly me. Anyway, the twenty minute drive to the motel wasn't enough; it actually took me another 5 minutes in the parking lot before I tasted his load. Oh honey, just talking about the evening is getting me turned on, please make love to me. But go slowly and gently, I'm still a little sore." Enthusiastically I get up from the sofa and start to take off my cloths. I'm only wearing a t-shirt and jeans so it doesn't take long before I'm standing in front of my wife with only my pink lace panties on. (Yes, it's part of the agreement we made ages ago. Unless I'm going to play basketball with the boys, I'm only to wear lace panties as underwear. She feels that since it's her cock, she should have it dressed the way she likes it. On basketball nights, I'm allowed white briefs one size too small.) Once I've undressed, I shift her legs on the couch so that she can lean back against the soft cushions while I kneel down in front of her. Reaching under her skirt, I gently slip off her panties running them down her beautiful legs. Lifting her left leg up, I gently place it over my shoulder and lean forward so she can rest her leg and foot on my back while I straddle her right leg and start to kiss her inner thighs. Moving my mouth further up her thighs, I start to gently lick her pussy. She rubs her right foot over the front of my panties. With my nose resting on her delicate patch of pubic hair and my tongue running slow circles around her pussy, I stare into her eyes as she continues to tell me about her date. "Please be sure to lap up everything honey, I'm too tired to get a towel right now but I don't want to mess up the couch and don't make a mess in those panties either. We've talked about self control and I don't want have to punish you. Alright, so where was I? Oh yes, we had just arrived at the motel. Justin headed out to the lobby to check in on shaky legs and completely speechless while I checked my make up and lipstick in the mirror. Once everything looked in place, I went to join him. We got a nice room on the second floor. I excused myself to use the bathroom and quickly brushed my teeth and checked my makeup again. When I came out, Justine was naked lying on the bed. I hadn't noticed this before, but he has an incredible body; Blond hair, brown eyes and very muscular. Getting up from the bed, he walked over and kissed me. I couldn't help but run my hands all over his body, he felt so good to touch and tasted so good. Breaking away from the kiss, I trailed my lips and tongue down around to his ear, then down his neck. I rained kisses over his chest and teased his nipples with my tongue. His arousal was quite obvious again, poking me in the belly. Pushing down on my shoulders, I could see that he wanted a repeat performance from the car ride. Getting down on my knees I took my time and admired his cock, giving him soft kisses and teasing the head. His cock is even bigger than Marcus's, I really am still in awe of it. Once it was in my mouth he started talking again, but the topic was much more exciting. Between sucks, I would answer his questions about you. Nothing too personal, just how small your penis is, how I never take you in my mouth, how quickly you cum. Talking no, demeaning you in front of your boss with his cock in my mouth almost made me cum honey. I don't think I've ever been hotter in my life, I needed him to fuck me right then. So getting up from the floor, I crawled on to the bed facing away from him and asked, well it was more like begged him to fuck me. He didn't even get on the bed, he just pulled me back against him and took me from behind, standing beside the bed with me on all fours. It was so hot honey, at one point I had to bite down on a pillow to keep from screaming my head off. He pumped into me non stop for almost half an hour, he has the stamina of a horse. When he finally came inside me, he shoved forward, pinning me down with his sweaty body. Oh my god honey, I'm going to cum lick my clit harder and faster... yesss!!!" I can tell the combination of my tongue and her story is putting Rachel over the edge. Pauses between words, sharp breaths and the increased rhythm of her foot against my crotch are all sure signs. So when she calls out that she's about to cum, I'm ready. I quickly lower my face down so that my mouth is covering her pussy completely, then fuck her as much as I can with my tongue while gently rubbing her clit with my thumb. Normally I would keep my tongue on her clit, but she doesn't want the couch to get wet so I make sure to swallow all her juices. Rachel isn't a squirter, but when she cums hard, it can be quite the mouthful especially if she's already had another man cum inside her earlier. I've gotten so used to the taste, that I can tell if it is just her juices, or the remnants of either Marcus or Thomas, her two lovers from work. Her foot on my crotch has me completely on edge; it is taking almost all my concentration to avoid cumming in my panties. As he lies back catching her breath, I explain my predicament looking down at my crotch. Looking down, Rachel quickly lowers her foot to the floor and motions me forward, I get up on the sofa, straddling her leg and bend forward to kiss her. It's with her lips on mine and our tongues teasing one another that I feel a sharp pain in my groin, as she knees me between the legs. Focusing on our kiss, I remain positioned as she pounds my panty covered balls twice more with her knee. My arousal subdued, I slump forward on the couch, catching my breath and resting my head on her chest. After a few minutes, with me lying on top of her, our kiss still lingering, Rachel shifts our position on the couch so that we're both lying on the length of the couch on our sides, with her behind me... spooning me. I can feel her breath on my ear and feel her hand sliding down my side and reaching into my panties. She slowly pulls my little cock out and starts stroking it, extremely slowly. "It didn't end there honey. After he collapsed on top of me, we kissed for long while. He played with my breasts while I fondled his cock, a bit like what I'm doing now, except his is much bigger of course. Somewhere during that kiss, his hand must have trailed on down to my pussy, because the next thing I knew I had my legs spread wide while he fingered me. Then he started talking again, he asked me why my pussy wasn't tighter. He was curious how a small cock like yours could keep me so loose. Now as you know, I'm not a slut honey. I only have sex with Marcus and Thomas a few times a week, but I felt I had to explain. So I told him that your little cock is not allowed inside me, at least until you learn to control yourself better and then I lied about having the occasional one night stand, mostly to protect Marcus and Thomas's marriages. This statement peeked his curiosity about you and in the heat of the moment I may have let slip a little more information then I had planned. Teasing my pussy until I was on the edge of cumming he'd ask me more detailed information about our sex life. I explained how we were working on controlling your little cock from cumming too quickly, how it is actually my personal property, how you wear little pink panties and how you are only allowed to orgasm under extreme conditions. I explained how I allowed you to cum this past Sunday, while you were on your back with my strap-on inside you or last Wednesday, when I had you masturbate standing, facing away from me with your legs spread. I'm still surprised you were able to cum after that, I kicked you so hard you crumpled to the ground, with your little cock still squirting. I even told him that you were the only one who could eat my pussy, and that you would be eating my pussy tonight, while I tell you how the date went." The combination of the humiliation that my boss was not only fucking my wife, but that he knew I was consenting to it and Rachel's quickened pace on my little cock has me close to the edge again. Sensing how close I am Rachel stops stroking me and reaches over across my body to the floor where her purse lies. Pulling a tube of cream out, she squirts a generous amount on her hand, the smell of menthol quickly filling my nostrils. She resumes stroking my cock, spreading the cream all over the head and the shaft, then massaging it in with her gentle strokes. "Rub-A535 is a specially formulated to begin working on contact with a deep cool relief that activates to hot for penetrating warmth." It's meant for muscle pain. I cringe as the coldness spreads over my cock. Rachel turns the heat up by licking my earlobe and kissing my neck. She has started pumping me pretty quickly, but the cold is turning to hot and it almost unbearable. "Honey, you are allowed to cum before I finish telling you about this evening, but if you are not finished before then, you will have to wait. So anyway, after revealing all these details to him, he shifted himself between my legs again and started slapping that big cock against my pussy. Honey, I was so turned on from his fingering, I was trying to lift my hips off the bed to try and impale myself. He asked, "Rachel, do you want me to fuck you" I would say yes. He said "beg for it", I'd beg like a wanton slut. Then he told me he'd fuck me, but only if I gave up my pussy one day a week for him, that every Saturday, I would make myself available to be fucked and to suck his cock like a good slut. Honey, I didn't hesitate... I even begged him to let me be his slut. He plowed into me, my ankles were over his shoulders and I actually started crying it felt so good. I must have cum 3 times from the hard fucking he gave me. He wasn't being gentle either honey, he bit my neck, twisted my nipples, and even pulled me by the hair contorted as I was and throat fucked me. But he kept returning his magnificent cock back to my pussy and I couldn't have been happier. When he finally came, he thrust himself deep inside me and then stayed on top of me breathing down the side of my neck, finally letting my ankles fall from his shoulders. We were both covered in sweat catching our breath. Moaning softly I cum all over Rachel's hand and my own belly. Somehow during the conversation, our positions changed with her on her side and me on my back. Scooping up my semen, she lets me lick her fingers clean then repeats the cleaning process until my belly just feels dry and sticky. When he recovered himself, he slowly eased himself out of me rolled over and sat with his legs over the side of the bed. He said, <<tell Fred to get used to the taste, now be a good slut and kneel down here and clean me off>>. Honey, the euphoria of the moment had past and I was not in the mood to go down on a slimmey cum covered flaccid cock. I thought to myself this man was an idiot, an egotistical moron who could not hold a conversation without speaking about himself every other sentence. He has a wife and child who we've met at the company barbeque and he belittles you at work because you know more than he does. So when I found myself on my knees in front of him, saying "yes master" I hated myself. When I took his cock in my mouth and sucked it clean, I hated myself. When I kept sucking until it became hard, I hated myself... and when I swallowed his load, his fourth of the night, I hated myself. I hated myself for begging him to let me suck him again, for offering him my virgin ass, which I still can't believe I did. All this and he just got dressed and told me to hurry up if I wanted a ride home. On the drive back, he explained how we would work things out on Saturdays. You and he are scheduled to meet every Saturday at the club for a three hour workout; it works out well since you need to get more exercise. Of course he won't be going to the club, he'll be coming here. Which reminds me, tomorrow be sure to get a membership at that health club near work... oh, and pick me up an enema kit on your way home as well, just in case. To be continued???