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Archive name: brink.txt (mmf,share,voy)
Authors name: rodsti@hotmail.com (Rod Stiffener)
Story title : ON THE BRINK (Part 2 of 2)
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BACK FROM THE BRINK - BY ROD STIFFENER
PART TWO
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A lot of cloud cover had come over, so the night was
almost pitch black apart from a glow of city lights on
the far horizon. I could only just make out the fact
that they had made their way to a short wooden pier.
The soft sand hid my footfalls, so I arrived undetected
on the beach by the base of the pier, well hidden in
shadow, and sat on the sand.
I could see them vaguely outlined against the horizon,
standing about forty feet away, and from time to time
could hear a low murmur of their voices. Then
silence, and I could see that they were closely
intertwined.
I have always had a voyeuristic streak in me. I felt
anger and jealousy, but it was tempered by a
fascination with what my wife might be doing with
this man. I could barely see what was going on,
though my imagination was running riot. There was
lust in the air, and my cock was beginning to stir in
my pants.
She had her back to me, and their heads were
together. Her pale dress was barely outlined in the
darkness, and gradually its shape changed, getting
smaller and smaller until it was half its size. A
starker white triangle materialized in the darkness,
but this too began to change its shape, turning into a
thin horizontal line that floated downward to about
knee height.
They held this pose for about five minutes, and I
could only wonder what orifices were being explored
during that time.
Then things suddenly changed. I could now only see
one upright torso, and from the broadness of the
shoulders it had to be a male one. I got up to my
knees to try and see more, then made out the pale
outline of my wife's dress again, rising up barely to his
waist this time. His arms were directed downward to
her head, or was it her shoulders, guiding, aiming,
pulling her to him. They stayed like this for another
five minutes or so. I couldn't work out if there was
really movement going on, or was it just my image of
them shimmering in the dim light? I had my cock out
in my hand, and was slowly stroking it.
Then they were both down on the deck, and now I
couldn't see anything. I could tell only roughly where
they were, and their forms were fused in a way that
made it difficult to distinguish one from the other.
After straining my eyes for another couple of minutes,
I gave up and turned to go.
I went back to my room and lay there on the bed, still
dressed, staring wide-eyed at the ceiling. The
enormity of what I had witnessed was still only just
sinking in. And rather than try and stop it, I had
allowed it to carry on. Not because I felt powerless;
because it was turning me on. I still had a big hard-
on, that occasionally twitched in my pants.
I was as much revolted as I was pleased, by this
apparent ability to get aroused over my wife fucking
another man. God, I must be sick! But you can't
argue with a hard-on.
I heard the sound of her key in the door. She came
and sat on the edge of the bed, looking down at me.
There was a long silence.
"You were supposed to come and get me."
"I did, but you seemed occupied."
"Well, I decided to check that I wasn't losing my touch.
But I wanted you to come and take over."
"I wanted to see how far it would go."
"It went past the point of no return, thanks to you!"
"You could have stopped anytime."
"I guess so. But he was very charming, and you were
just a misery-guts, and I wanted to feel wanted, and I
was mad with you, and I wanted to make you jealous
... and I thought we might be all finished with each
other anyway ... I don't know, there's several things I
could say to you ... though nothing would make it
right."
"So what did the two of you go and do?"
"He got sucked, and I got fucked."
"Well, that's it, then. It should now be all over
between us."
"Yes, it should, and I'm fully expecting you to kick me
out. But I can't help wondering, why do you have such
a big hard-on?"
Sure enough, I was still just about busting through my
trousers, as even the most casual observer could
plainly see. To confirm her suspicions, she put her
hand on my fly and gave my turgid dick a brief
squeeze.
"Well, its because, I can't help wondering what your
pussy looks like right now."
"Do you really want to know?"
"Yes, I do. Show me."
She stood, and hiked her dress up above her waist.
She no longer had any panties on. She has long,
straggly pubic hair, confined to a neat but densely-
packed bush. I was able to see a definite parting
down the middle.
"Lie down."
She eased herself onto the bed and lay back. I sat at
the foot and guided her knees until her legs were bent
back and widely seperated.
Around her vagina, she was a sticky mess. Her bush
was flattened out, the long black hairs pasted down
wetly against her puffy outer lips, glistening with the
same moisture that made her pretty inner lips gleam
in the light of the bedside lamp. She reached with her
hands and spread her pussy, to show me inside. Her
gaping pinkness got sloppier the further up I looked.
"You're enjoying this, aren't you?"
"Yep."
"I've just been fucked by a total stranger! Doesn't that
bother you?"
"Well, yes, I suppose it does. And I want to remove all
traces of it. Mind if I lick?"
"You're weird! I didn't know I was married to such a
weirdo!"
"There's a lot you don't know. It might be worth
finding out. Now, sit across my face!"
She obliged, getting up and planting her knees either
side of my head, lowering her slushy pussy onto my
mouth. I inhaled deeply, drawing in a good whiff of
the salty smells that emanated from her insides.
And now I could taste her, licking and dabbing with
my tongue, slurping up the sex fluids that had left her
genitals feeling so slick and lubricated. I tried to
penetrate her with my tongue as deeply as I could,
forming it into a stiff little cock that thrust up into
her pulpy interior.
She leaned forward and, fumbling with my pants,
freed my aching prick. She lay down full-length upon
me, turned her head to the side and pulled my cock
into her mouth. The second prick she had put in her
mouth tonight. She suckled on me gently, not enough
to make me come, but then she never did. I find it
hard to concentrate when my mouth is full of pussy
anyway.
My saliva was combining with the various juices
already present, and I used my tongue to smear it over
her clitoris, peeping at me from under its little hood.
I zeroed in upon it and my tongue did a dance against
the apex of her crevice that soon had her sucking my
dick in the same rhythm. My hands encircled her
thighs and reached up to spread her buttocks apart,
giving me more room to move and allowing a finger to
probe between vagina and arsehole.
She was enjoying it, and soon started to grind her
mound more firmly against my face, adjusting the
angle of contact, holding my cock in her mouth in a
gentle suction that tugged at it as she rocked her body
up and down me. She would press down, then pull
away, controlling the buildup of feelings in her loins,
delaying the inevitable moment for a good ten
minutes or so. Then I felt her convulsing and her
thighs gripped my head tighter for a minute or so.
She lay on me like a dead weight, and my cock flopped
out of her mouth.
We were silent for a minute or two.
"Did you like that?"
"Yes, thank you."
"Did that other fella make you come?" I asked.
"Yes, sort of. He fingered me while we were standing
up and kissing. It was nice, but not as good as this
one. I really like having your cock in my mouth while
you lick me."
"I know. And I really like having my cock sucked. But
you always give up too soon."
"Don't you prefer fucking? I thought guys always like
cocks in pussies the best?"
"Well yes, ultimately, but not right away! Guys need
lots of foreplay too! An orgasm delayed is an orgasm
enhanced. Besides, do you know I have never ever
had a chance to come in your mouth?"
"Ooh gross! Is that what you want?"
"Just this once."
"Okay then, by way of an apology ..."
She got up slowly beside me on her hands and knees.
Holding my dick straight up with one hand, she
lowered her open mouth over its end and wrapped her
lips about the shaft. She started slowly bobbing her
head up and down, which felt very nice, but her teeth
were catching me under the rim of my cockhead. I
winced each time it happened.
"Is that how you did it to him?"
"Yes, why?"
"He must have been a true gentleman if he didn't
mention the pain your teeth would've been inflicting."'
"Oh, sorry! No wonder he was in such a hurry to put
me on my back. And I just thought all you men were
like that!"
"All us men can happily have their cocks sucked for
hours. But no teeth, please."
She tried again, covering her teeth with her lips this
time. Much better! I could really feel her sliding up
and down my shaft. But the cockhead could do with
some more friction, otherwise we would be here all
night.
"See if you can apply some suction each time you pull
your head away", I suggested helpfully.
"No wonder I've never been keen on this, all you do is
complain!"
But she was only joking, and showed no signs of
wanting to give up, like she usually would.
Oh, beautiful! Absolutely spot on! Her cheeks clung
to my pole as she pulled her head away each time, the
soft linings sliding deliciously over my cockhead. Of
her own volition she started doing the occasional
tongue-swirl over its swollen helmet. I reached down
to where her breasts dangled over me, grasping her
big berry-like nipples and gently fondling them. She
looked so beautiful, her eyes closed in concentration,
lips tight-stretched around my upright penis, body
rocking as she bobbed her head up and down along
my length. I was in heaven! She had never gone on
for this long before without quitting.
"Play with my nipples" I whispered, pulling up my
shirt. I just *love* it when there is a fingernail being
flicked across one nipple while my cock is being
sucked. I reached out an arm so that I could get my
hand between her legs, cupping her mound and
inserting a finger deep into her soft, open passage.
The combination of cock-sucking and nipple-tickling
was causing a stirring in my balls, where a head of
steam had been building up nicely.
"I'm going to come soon. Whatever you do, DON"T
stop sucking!"
She looked at me in slight trepidation, but didn't
slacked her pace.
Whoops! Thar she blows! I jerked my hips in time to
her head-bobbing, taking care not to go in too deep
but wanting to increase the speed of her oral
movements at that critical moment, when everything
tingled and buzzed and began to get very sticky. She
kept going, and took it all, until I was done and my
dick started to shrivel.
She pulled away, and long threads of semen swung
between her lips and my cockhead, before snapping
back onto her bosom. She started pushing big clots of
my load out of her mouth with her tongue, and it
dribbled down her chin. She only looked slightly
disgusted.
"Here, allow me."
I held out my arms toward her, and she lay upon my
chest, bringing her sticky mouth onto mine. What's
good enough for the goose is good enough for the
gander. We french-kissed slowly but deeply, so that I
could lick and suck at her mouth until it was clean of
all peckersnot. We carried on kissing for sometime
after that.
Finally she buried her face into the side of my neck
and we just held each other.
She spoke first.
"You're not mad at me for screwing that man tonight?"
"You're not mad at me for being such a shit-head?"
"I could never be mad for long, if you made it a more
regular habit to eat me out like that."
"And while you're giving me blowjobs like that one, I
could follow you to the ends of the earth!"
She giggled at the mental picture conjured up by that
last remark. Then she got more serious.
"Did it really turn you on to know that someone had
just pronged me?"
"It turns me on to know that you are capable of such
passion. I didn't know you had it in you."
"Actually, neither did I."
"What happened out there. What was different?"
"Well, I've never been one to flirt. I wouldn't dream of
it, whether you were watching or not. I'm normally so
sensible, plus I feel like I'm kinda plain-looking
anyway. But tonight I decided to flirt in front of you,
just to teach you a lesson. And I got excited about it!
Especially about you watching. I suppose I went on a
bit of a power trip."
"Power, how?"
"Well, power over you, since you couldn't screw me
yourself but as soon as I started flirting you followed
us around like a dog after a bitch on heat."
"And power over him. He kept staring at my tits. I
never thought my tits were worth looking at. But I
realized he could see my nipples, and I liked showing
them off to him! It was power to keep him dangling,
just-about tripping over his hard-on like that. When
we danced, I rubbed my tits against him, and I could
feel his cock poking into me. When his thigh started
pressing me between my legs, well, it started an itch
that had to be scratched!"
"So ... are we going to do this again?"
"Get out! I'm not screwing a different man every week
just to make you happy! I could catch some nasty
diseases that way."
"No, I wouldn't recommend it either. But this flirting.
This showing-off. I would love to watch you showing
off to other men. If it really makes you horny, I will
be only too pleased to fuck you silly afterwards."
"Well, there could be room for some exploration here.
Provided we can find the time in our busy schedules."
"Honey, we will *make* the time!"
"And do what?"
"Oh, I don't know. We could go shopping. Buy you a
few choice outfits. You could flash at a couple of
people, under controlled circumstances of course. Just
see what reaction you get! Maybe go dancing, wear
something sexy, show your tits, see if guys want to
rub up against you ... ."
My imagination was starting to overheat.
"Tease them. But if you want to fuck, do it with me!"
"Poor guys! Isn't it kind of exploiting them a little,
leaving them high and dry like that?"
"You'll be giving them something to jack off about;
believe me, they will appreciate it!"
"Hmmm ... it would be kinda nice to know that little-
old-me had been the inspiration for a mess in
somebody's shorts ..."
At that, our conversation tailed off. She was slowly
drifted off into a contented sleep, her arm linked into
mine.
I felt like a weight had been lifted from my shouders.
It looked like we had just dicovered something new
about ourselves. Even if we did have to learn it the
hard way. Even if we didn't know how far it would go
or where it might all end up. We were still together,
and had something else to look forward to besides
work.
Maybe life would be worth living after all.
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