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The following is the introduction for a longer piece. Any feedback or nits are welcomed and appreciated.
With this selection of the work I'm interested to know:
* if you feel that there is too much space between Toni being presented with the possibility of swinging and actually being faced with making a judgement call about it.
* if the sex is appropriately interrupted.
* if, as a reader, is it more your preference to read a story that is either first person or third person limited
* how do you feel about the dialogue
* how is the pace
Swing Line
© 2005 Nicole Best
Wednesday nights at the Folsom house were typical, and often quiet. Toni Folsom was tucked into bed, remote in her lap, filing her nails while Rick Folsom lay beside her with his next technical manual on restoring collector edition muscle cars.
The evening would normally end with Toni turning off the television, numbing her mind sufficiently for sleep. At which point she would playfully place her hand on whatever page Rick was reading to get his attention, prompting him to look up and she would steal a kiss good night. She would then roll onto her side. No more than five minutes would pass and then Rick would finally shut his book, turn off the lamp and join his wife in the pursuit of a restful night’s sleep.
When a news magazine’s segment mentioned a story on “Swinging in Suburbia”, Toni’s interest was piqued. She watched with superior interest as the story laid out the information on America’s fastest growing group of swingers: middle class married couples living in suburbia. She had certainly heard of swingers before, but her mental picture of them changed as a sweet married couple in their late 30's appeared on the screen.
She jabbed Rick in the side with her elbow. “My God! They could be Jeff and Renee down the street.”
Rick looked up for two beats, grunted his acknowledgment then returned to his book.
“Riiick. You have to watch this. It’s interesting.”
Toni pulled the book from his hands. Rick was about to protest but he saw the look in Ton’s eyes and the set of her jaw, from that he knew it would be useless putting up a fight. He simply let out a frustrated sigh.
“They apper so normal as if they could be our neighbors Jeff and Renee.”
“Toni, honey, they’re swingers not aliens.”
“I know that!” Toni said then quickly shushed him to continue watching.
As the story came to its conclusion Rick had to admit, it was an interesting broadcast. Thinking about the couples in the piece that shared their stories, he realized they were indeed the type of people who were your neighbors, they were the couple seated beside you at PTA meetings or the folks shopping along side you in the grocery.
Commercials for the late night talk show began to air. Rick looked at his wife, wondering why she hadn’t turned off the television. Toni had a very strange, entertained look on her face.
“Who do we know that you think would be “swingers”?” she made quote signs with her fingers as if to signify the title was simply that and carried no more weight than the air expelled to say the word.
“None, more than likely.”
“Okay.” Toni said, instantly exasperated by Rick’s rock steady realism and total lack of being able to humor the hypothetical. “Let’s say there is a source that says we have a “swinging couple” in our neighborhood. Who do you think best fits the bill?”
“Gosh Toni. I don’t know.”
She shot him a look that said “play along”.
“Like the news story spelled out all to well, these ‘swingers’,” Rick made the quote marks with his fingers to mock her. She didn’t notice. “are just ordinary Joe’s. But, if I had to take a guess,” he scanned the neighborhood couples in his mind, seeing them laughing and socializing with their significant others at BBQ’s and town hall meetings. He was about to acknowledge that he had drawn a blank when he remembered an instance two summers ago.
“Roger and Joanne Martinson.”
Toni was struck with disbelief. “No way.”
“Now wait a second. Hear me out. There was that time two summers ago at the party they gave. The boat house party.”
Toni began to look as if she were pulling that file from her memory banks.
“It was getting a little late. The sun had long gone down. I was helping to bag some of the trash. I walked around back near the dock and there they were, totally making out.”
“What?! I don’t remember you telling me about this.”
“I must have. Roger had Joanne’s bikini top pushed up and his other hand between her legs. They were really going at it.”
Toni decided to ignore Rick’s smile as he recalled what he’d seen and the fact that he hadn’t shared the story. “Well, that hardly screams ‘I’m a swinger.’”
Rick didn’t answer right away. He considered her statement then shrugged. “Maybe not. You didn’t say I had to have impenetrable proof.”
Toni nodded.
"My point is, any couple brazen enough to get busy while they have a house full of guest is probably looking to be seen. And said couple is probably wild enough to do more. Is all I’m saying.”
Rick quickly rolled over and switched off the light and the tv as if to let Toni know he was finished discussing the matter, but she was having none of that.
Something about the way Rick mulled over the thought of Roger and Joanne together, coupled with his omission of the story prompted Toni to investigate.
“Not so fast Patrick Michael Folsom.”
The use of his full name signaled to Rick that she meant business. In the shallow moonlight that managed its way between the drapes he could see that there was a smile on her pretty face. He was relieved.
“Exactly how long did you stand there to watch the two of them?”
Joanne grinding herself into the fingers of her husband’s hand flashed in front of him. Joanne’s moans were muffled as she nuzzled or kiss Roger’s neck. Her blonde hair draped over her husband’s shoulder and arm exposing darker roots.
Rick shrugged. “Not long. A minute? Half a minute?”
Toni positioned herself next to him under the covers.
“Uh-ha. Would you have wanted to watch longer?”
Rick’s body stiffened. He was unsure how to answer. Truth be known he would have liked to see how their sex went. He only had the pleasure of seeing one of her exposed breast as it smashed into Roger’s hand. Rick recognized the responsive dance of her body against Roger’s exploring fingers. It would have been super hot to know if a juicy telling sound, that made him hungry when he heard it, would have been audible from where he stood. But he couldn’t tell Toni that. He knew she’d flip.
Toni filled the silence with, “I have to admit, that Joanne has a really nice body. I guess that’s what not having children will do for ya.”
Rick responded by sliding his right arm under her back to pull her into his body.
“Antonia. I love every inch of you. I love our two girls. I wouldn’t have it any other way.” he cemented his statement with a firm kiss into her scalp. He took a deep breath of her freshly washed hair, allowed his senses to be flooded as she instinctively encircled his waist with her free arm and ran her bare foot up along the length of his lower leg. A pulse of awakening passed over his groin.
“You’ve never stopped turning me on.”
He lowered his face into her neck. Toni responded with a breathy sigh of contentment knowing this maneuver of his very well. It was followed by his masculine hands roaming her back and continuing to her bottom.
Toni loved her husband’s hands from the first time they touched her in the café 10 years earlier. They possessed the power to soothe and excite her. Passion and love flowed from them to settle warm and alive on her skin. She cherished every extended finger, every life line, even the tender calluses from his workouts. They held her firmly against his body now. He planted a lingering kiss on the tops of her breasts.
Toni allowed herself to fully relax. Her fingertips grazed over the emerging 5 o’clock shadow.
“Rub it on me.”
The sandpaper-like feel of his unshaven face thrilled her. It was a heady mixture of pleasure and pain perfectly formulated to catch her breath in her throat. That feeling along side the sight of his handsome face in her bosom created a spontaneously wet response between her legs.
Taking his cue he rolled Toni on her back. She allowed her legs to fall open, welcoming his mid section. The remainder of his 6'3" frame extended down passed her feet.
Rick took hold of her around her rib cage, just under her breasts. Seductively he licked along her lacy nightgown where he knew her nipples to be. His tongue fat, flat and flaccid at first roamed the surface of her night shirt until they came to life, poking eagerly against the fabric. The sensitive discs of flesh quickly tightened and drew into small pert nodes to transmit electrifying sex through her body as his tongued turned hard and pointed.
With gentle urgency he pulled down the neckline of her pajamas exposing the round, full tops of her breast. Rick looked up to see Toni’s anticipation but could only see the dim luminosity of her face in the moonlight. Her slight arching and writhing told Rick he was taking too long and encouraged him to do more, touch more and taste more.
Rick brought his hands down along the sides of her body. His fingers spread wide as he pulled gently on the fabric. The straps fell tight around Toni’s upper arms, trapping them to the sides of her body. This is what he wanted, her vulnerable and wanting underneath him.
Toni let out a shallow moan. Rick knew it was a “please” even though she would never say it. It crossed his mind to ask her to say “please”, to make her beg for what she wanted. He knew that Toni was much too strong and proud. Any hint of a submissive nature was much too far beneath her surface to recover and the pulse now beating between his legs was too impatient to venture into an expedition for the “please” he may never get.
He nuzzled his whole face into her cleavage. Toni let out the sexiest sound when she felt his stubble rake across her tender breast. It was a moan, a sigh and a sharp intake of breath birthed from every excited nerve ending. She was about to relax again as the nerves stopped firing until she felt Rick’s tongue snaking between her breast. He purposefully allowed his chin to trail lightly up and over the mound of her left breast.
“Oh yes.” she praised him in a panted whisper.
Her back arched, pushing an erect sensitive nipple into his mouth. He took it softly, gently, slowly between his lips, careful not to give her too much of what she wanted at once. Years of play with Toni had taught him that if he fulfilled every want and need exactly when she wanted; she’d be a quivering mass of orgasms and sweat wicked sheets in minutes, sated but all too quickly. Something tonight made him want to take his time, make every minute excruciatingly sexy for them both. He couldn’t resist wanting to importune every nonverbal “please” and “pretty please” from her body. He’d use every button he knew of to get them. And if she would just pace herself, he might be able to find new ones.
Toni’s fingers wove through is hair. He felt her pull slightly on the clumps, driving his chin down along the underside of her left breast. She moaned. The intoxicating cocktail of sharp, coarse stimulation rocked her.
Hearing her pleasure caused Rick to move teasingly to her right breast, dragging his cheek along the way. Her body wanted more, it moved underneath him. Her hips rose, in search of the hard point of contact it yearned for. Rick ignored his instinctive need to fill her and satisfy his own cravings. He partially pressed his body down on top of her to momentarily still her seductive movements.
Toni followed the tone silhouetted line of his flexed biceps with her eyes. She was suddenly reminded of how male Rick was. The feel of him and the smell of him brought back the knowledge of what a sexual being he was. Daily life tended to enable one to forget the awesome provocativeness of their partner. She was overwhelmed and deeply touched. She wanted to pull Rick inside her body. She wanted to make him apart of her, a physical meshing of not only their hearts and souls but their bodies.
At the moment she was feeling romantic and soul searching Rick bit gently down on her nipple snapping her back into the carnal. She squealed in splendid surprise. Rick managed to sink his teeth directly into the pleated surface of her areola, directly on the line that kept sweet murmurs from turning into exclamations of pain. Her hands tightened in his hair.
“Do it.” Rick heard from within him and within her response.
Tighter, tighter, tighter he bit down. Toni panted, and sighed, panted and sighed. He kept her walking the razor’s edge until she slipped down into pain, sweet, satisfying pain.
“Fuuuuuck.” she whispered hotly into the pillow turning her head and body away from him. The word shot straight to Rick’s groin. He moaned and pulled her back to him, pressing the succulent surface of her breasts together. He was about to lick rapidly against them but stopped. He lifted his head to listen.
“What’s the matter?”
“Shhh. I think I hear something.”
“I don’t hear anything.” Toni guided his face to hers and attempted to kiss him.
“Hold on Toni. I did hear something.”
They both waited in the dark until they heard a muffled, “Mommy?”
In unison they sighed, relieved then groaned.
“I’ll go.” Rick said already halfway off the bed.
“No, no you stay. She asked for me.”
Toni climbed out of bed, hurrying for her robe as the muffled “Mommy” got louder and slightly more insistent.
She was halfway to the door and into her robe when she said, “Hold this thought.”
Rick rolled back to his side of the bed disappointed, yet hopeful that their youngest daughter Amilia would go back to bed quickly. His own words from earlier drifted into his head and he thought. “Okay, I’d change this one thing.” He felt the sensation in his groin fade from a timid need to a dull ache. “So much for taking my time.”
Wriggling, he maneuvered out of his boxer briefs. His cock sprang out, slapping him in the lower stomach. His hand went straight to his balls to give them a gentle tug then rolled them slightly between his long masculine fingers to ease the tension. He didn’t bother to conjure a thought, it lit up his mind like a movie reel. Joanne’s flushed face filled his memory. Her panting was sweet and drifted over to him that day, light and exciting, colliding into his body leaving tiny shocks of awareness in his dick.
He hadn’t been totally honest about how long he had stood there and watched. Once the realization of what was unfolding in front of him sank in, he was frozen by the erotic nature of the action. Their touch was so hungry, visceral yet seductive. He remembered telling himself to leave, to not watch, but he didn’t. Joanne’s mews and audible purrs drew him in like a siren’s song.
He drank her in with his eyes. The once ordinary woman down the block was now sultry. He wanted her in a purely sexual way. Seeing her sexy and exposed called to him on a level that didn’t conflict, in his mind, with his marital situation.
The sound of Rogers’s voice brought him out of the spell. He instantly felt embarrassed and began to quietly back away from them. Just as he was about to exit, Joanne turned her head to allow Roger to kiss her neck. Dreamily she opened her eyelids and looked at Rick. He stopped in mid-stride in hopes that maybe she didn’t see him, but she smiled to acknowledge his presence. His heart missed a beat only to resume exponentially faster than what was normal or capable of remaining in its cage.
Before he could blink she turned back to place her lips on Roger’s mouth. Her tiny feminine hands pushed Roger’s hands over her ass. Without pause he began to kneed and squeeze her supple cheeks. Every strong handful pulled the tight cheeks of her ass apart exposing the tempting pink surfaces of her holes. She moaned louder, swaying her hips and arching her back. Joannne’s leg lifted over Roger’s arm, spreading her open. She leaned into him for support. Roger quickly thrust two of his thick fingers inside her. They pumped and pumped, making her bottom giggle in the most captivating way as the met their depth. A throbbing in Rick’s cock began to match those full thrusts. He felt his mouth turn dry from want. When Roger removed his fingers they were covered with the shine from her nectar.
Before he went to her to soothe his dry mouth with that nectar he forced himself to leave. He paused around the corner and listened for a moment longer.
“My God,” he thought to himself, “She saw me. She saw me. She wanted me to watch. She wanted me to watch.”
“Good. You saved my place.”
Rick opened his eyes to his wife climbing in bed close to him. He flinched when he felt her hand close over his on the head of his cock. He hadn’t even realized that he’d been stroking off.
“I’m sorry. Are my hands cold.”
“No.” he caught his breath.
“Oh. And you are so ready.” Toni said as she felt precum ooze from the swollen tip.
Rick moved his hand to let her smooth more of the natural lubricant into his shaft. She gripped him firmly, tight enough so that the blood throbbed against her palm.
“Babe! What got you so hard?”
It was an approving tone, but Rick almost didn’t want to answer. He almost couldn’t. The mini convulsions and twitches of pleasure were ravishing his body while she held him more gently and rubbed her thumb over the ultra sensitive skin below the head of his cock.
“Are you going to tell me what’s got you so incredibly hard?”
“I will...” he whispered, “...if you stop touching me like that. You’ll make me cum.”
Toni abruptly stopped but couldn’t resist rubbing her fingertips along his full balls.
“So?”
“I was thinking about sex.”
“What a surprise Rick.”
“No. Let me finish. Your hand on my balls like that is distracting.”
“Sorry. I couldn’t help myself.”
Licking her fingertips she ignored his hint to stop and began to rub again with slow circles. A low moan passed his lips.
“Sex with another couple.”
Toni’s stroking halted. Rick instantly regretted being so open and attempted a recovery.
With this selection of the work I'm interested to know:
* if you feel that there is too much space between Toni being presented with the possibility of swinging and actually being faced with making a judgement call about it.
* if the sex is appropriately interrupted.
* if, as a reader, is it more your preference to read a story that is either first person or third person limited
* how do you feel about the dialogue
* how is the pace
Swing Line
© 2005 Nicole Best
Wednesday nights at the Folsom house were typical, and often quiet. Toni Folsom was tucked into bed, remote in her lap, filing her nails while Rick Folsom lay beside her with his next technical manual on restoring collector edition muscle cars.
The evening would normally end with Toni turning off the television, numbing her mind sufficiently for sleep. At which point she would playfully place her hand on whatever page Rick was reading to get his attention, prompting him to look up and she would steal a kiss good night. She would then roll onto her side. No more than five minutes would pass and then Rick would finally shut his book, turn off the lamp and join his wife in the pursuit of a restful night’s sleep.
When a news magazine’s segment mentioned a story on “Swinging in Suburbia”, Toni’s interest was piqued. She watched with superior interest as the story laid out the information on America’s fastest growing group of swingers: middle class married couples living in suburbia. She had certainly heard of swingers before, but her mental picture of them changed as a sweet married couple in their late 30's appeared on the screen.
She jabbed Rick in the side with her elbow. “My God! They could be Jeff and Renee down the street.”
Rick looked up for two beats, grunted his acknowledgment then returned to his book.
“Riiick. You have to watch this. It’s interesting.”
Toni pulled the book from his hands. Rick was about to protest but he saw the look in Ton’s eyes and the set of her jaw, from that he knew it would be useless putting up a fight. He simply let out a frustrated sigh.
“They apper so normal as if they could be our neighbors Jeff and Renee.”
“Toni, honey, they’re swingers not aliens.”
“I know that!” Toni said then quickly shushed him to continue watching.
As the story came to its conclusion Rick had to admit, it was an interesting broadcast. Thinking about the couples in the piece that shared their stories, he realized they were indeed the type of people who were your neighbors, they were the couple seated beside you at PTA meetings or the folks shopping along side you in the grocery.
Commercials for the late night talk show began to air. Rick looked at his wife, wondering why she hadn’t turned off the television. Toni had a very strange, entertained look on her face.
“Who do we know that you think would be “swingers”?” she made quote signs with her fingers as if to signify the title was simply that and carried no more weight than the air expelled to say the word.
“None, more than likely.”
“Okay.” Toni said, instantly exasperated by Rick’s rock steady realism and total lack of being able to humor the hypothetical. “Let’s say there is a source that says we have a “swinging couple” in our neighborhood. Who do you think best fits the bill?”
“Gosh Toni. I don’t know.”
She shot him a look that said “play along”.
“Like the news story spelled out all to well, these ‘swingers’,” Rick made the quote marks with his fingers to mock her. She didn’t notice. “are just ordinary Joe’s. But, if I had to take a guess,” he scanned the neighborhood couples in his mind, seeing them laughing and socializing with their significant others at BBQ’s and town hall meetings. He was about to acknowledge that he had drawn a blank when he remembered an instance two summers ago.
“Roger and Joanne Martinson.”
Toni was struck with disbelief. “No way.”
“Now wait a second. Hear me out. There was that time two summers ago at the party they gave. The boat house party.”
Toni began to look as if she were pulling that file from her memory banks.
“It was getting a little late. The sun had long gone down. I was helping to bag some of the trash. I walked around back near the dock and there they were, totally making out.”
“What?! I don’t remember you telling me about this.”
“I must have. Roger had Joanne’s bikini top pushed up and his other hand between her legs. They were really going at it.”
Toni decided to ignore Rick’s smile as he recalled what he’d seen and the fact that he hadn’t shared the story. “Well, that hardly screams ‘I’m a swinger.’”
Rick didn’t answer right away. He considered her statement then shrugged. “Maybe not. You didn’t say I had to have impenetrable proof.”
Toni nodded.
"My point is, any couple brazen enough to get busy while they have a house full of guest is probably looking to be seen. And said couple is probably wild enough to do more. Is all I’m saying.”
Rick quickly rolled over and switched off the light and the tv as if to let Toni know he was finished discussing the matter, but she was having none of that.
Something about the way Rick mulled over the thought of Roger and Joanne together, coupled with his omission of the story prompted Toni to investigate.
“Not so fast Patrick Michael Folsom.”
The use of his full name signaled to Rick that she meant business. In the shallow moonlight that managed its way between the drapes he could see that there was a smile on her pretty face. He was relieved.
“Exactly how long did you stand there to watch the two of them?”
Joanne grinding herself into the fingers of her husband’s hand flashed in front of him. Joanne’s moans were muffled as she nuzzled or kiss Roger’s neck. Her blonde hair draped over her husband’s shoulder and arm exposing darker roots.
Rick shrugged. “Not long. A minute? Half a minute?”
Toni positioned herself next to him under the covers.
“Uh-ha. Would you have wanted to watch longer?”
Rick’s body stiffened. He was unsure how to answer. Truth be known he would have liked to see how their sex went. He only had the pleasure of seeing one of her exposed breast as it smashed into Roger’s hand. Rick recognized the responsive dance of her body against Roger’s exploring fingers. It would have been super hot to know if a juicy telling sound, that made him hungry when he heard it, would have been audible from where he stood. But he couldn’t tell Toni that. He knew she’d flip.
Toni filled the silence with, “I have to admit, that Joanne has a really nice body. I guess that’s what not having children will do for ya.”
Rick responded by sliding his right arm under her back to pull her into his body.
“Antonia. I love every inch of you. I love our two girls. I wouldn’t have it any other way.” he cemented his statement with a firm kiss into her scalp. He took a deep breath of her freshly washed hair, allowed his senses to be flooded as she instinctively encircled his waist with her free arm and ran her bare foot up along the length of his lower leg. A pulse of awakening passed over his groin.
“You’ve never stopped turning me on.”
He lowered his face into her neck. Toni responded with a breathy sigh of contentment knowing this maneuver of his very well. It was followed by his masculine hands roaming her back and continuing to her bottom.
Toni loved her husband’s hands from the first time they touched her in the café 10 years earlier. They possessed the power to soothe and excite her. Passion and love flowed from them to settle warm and alive on her skin. She cherished every extended finger, every life line, even the tender calluses from his workouts. They held her firmly against his body now. He planted a lingering kiss on the tops of her breasts.
Toni allowed herself to fully relax. Her fingertips grazed over the emerging 5 o’clock shadow.
“Rub it on me.”
The sandpaper-like feel of his unshaven face thrilled her. It was a heady mixture of pleasure and pain perfectly formulated to catch her breath in her throat. That feeling along side the sight of his handsome face in her bosom created a spontaneously wet response between her legs.
Taking his cue he rolled Toni on her back. She allowed her legs to fall open, welcoming his mid section. The remainder of his 6'3" frame extended down passed her feet.
Rick took hold of her around her rib cage, just under her breasts. Seductively he licked along her lacy nightgown where he knew her nipples to be. His tongue fat, flat and flaccid at first roamed the surface of her night shirt until they came to life, poking eagerly against the fabric. The sensitive discs of flesh quickly tightened and drew into small pert nodes to transmit electrifying sex through her body as his tongued turned hard and pointed.
With gentle urgency he pulled down the neckline of her pajamas exposing the round, full tops of her breast. Rick looked up to see Toni’s anticipation but could only see the dim luminosity of her face in the moonlight. Her slight arching and writhing told Rick he was taking too long and encouraged him to do more, touch more and taste more.
Rick brought his hands down along the sides of her body. His fingers spread wide as he pulled gently on the fabric. The straps fell tight around Toni’s upper arms, trapping them to the sides of her body. This is what he wanted, her vulnerable and wanting underneath him.
Toni let out a shallow moan. Rick knew it was a “please” even though she would never say it. It crossed his mind to ask her to say “please”, to make her beg for what she wanted. He knew that Toni was much too strong and proud. Any hint of a submissive nature was much too far beneath her surface to recover and the pulse now beating between his legs was too impatient to venture into an expedition for the “please” he may never get.
He nuzzled his whole face into her cleavage. Toni let out the sexiest sound when she felt his stubble rake across her tender breast. It was a moan, a sigh and a sharp intake of breath birthed from every excited nerve ending. She was about to relax again as the nerves stopped firing until she felt Rick’s tongue snaking between her breast. He purposefully allowed his chin to trail lightly up and over the mound of her left breast.
“Oh yes.” she praised him in a panted whisper.
Her back arched, pushing an erect sensitive nipple into his mouth. He took it softly, gently, slowly between his lips, careful not to give her too much of what she wanted at once. Years of play with Toni had taught him that if he fulfilled every want and need exactly when she wanted; she’d be a quivering mass of orgasms and sweat wicked sheets in minutes, sated but all too quickly. Something tonight made him want to take his time, make every minute excruciatingly sexy for them both. He couldn’t resist wanting to importune every nonverbal “please” and “pretty please” from her body. He’d use every button he knew of to get them. And if she would just pace herself, he might be able to find new ones.
Toni’s fingers wove through is hair. He felt her pull slightly on the clumps, driving his chin down along the underside of her left breast. She moaned. The intoxicating cocktail of sharp, coarse stimulation rocked her.
Hearing her pleasure caused Rick to move teasingly to her right breast, dragging his cheek along the way. Her body wanted more, it moved underneath him. Her hips rose, in search of the hard point of contact it yearned for. Rick ignored his instinctive need to fill her and satisfy his own cravings. He partially pressed his body down on top of her to momentarily still her seductive movements.
Toni followed the tone silhouetted line of his flexed biceps with her eyes. She was suddenly reminded of how male Rick was. The feel of him and the smell of him brought back the knowledge of what a sexual being he was. Daily life tended to enable one to forget the awesome provocativeness of their partner. She was overwhelmed and deeply touched. She wanted to pull Rick inside her body. She wanted to make him apart of her, a physical meshing of not only their hearts and souls but their bodies.
At the moment she was feeling romantic and soul searching Rick bit gently down on her nipple snapping her back into the carnal. She squealed in splendid surprise. Rick managed to sink his teeth directly into the pleated surface of her areola, directly on the line that kept sweet murmurs from turning into exclamations of pain. Her hands tightened in his hair.
“Do it.” Rick heard from within him and within her response.
Tighter, tighter, tighter he bit down. Toni panted, and sighed, panted and sighed. He kept her walking the razor’s edge until she slipped down into pain, sweet, satisfying pain.
“Fuuuuuck.” she whispered hotly into the pillow turning her head and body away from him. The word shot straight to Rick’s groin. He moaned and pulled her back to him, pressing the succulent surface of her breasts together. He was about to lick rapidly against them but stopped. He lifted his head to listen.
“What’s the matter?”
“Shhh. I think I hear something.”
“I don’t hear anything.” Toni guided his face to hers and attempted to kiss him.
“Hold on Toni. I did hear something.”
They both waited in the dark until they heard a muffled, “Mommy?”
In unison they sighed, relieved then groaned.
“I’ll go.” Rick said already halfway off the bed.
“No, no you stay. She asked for me.”
Toni climbed out of bed, hurrying for her robe as the muffled “Mommy” got louder and slightly more insistent.
She was halfway to the door and into her robe when she said, “Hold this thought.”
Rick rolled back to his side of the bed disappointed, yet hopeful that their youngest daughter Amilia would go back to bed quickly. His own words from earlier drifted into his head and he thought. “Okay, I’d change this one thing.” He felt the sensation in his groin fade from a timid need to a dull ache. “So much for taking my time.”
Wriggling, he maneuvered out of his boxer briefs. His cock sprang out, slapping him in the lower stomach. His hand went straight to his balls to give them a gentle tug then rolled them slightly between his long masculine fingers to ease the tension. He didn’t bother to conjure a thought, it lit up his mind like a movie reel. Joanne’s flushed face filled his memory. Her panting was sweet and drifted over to him that day, light and exciting, colliding into his body leaving tiny shocks of awareness in his dick.
He hadn’t been totally honest about how long he had stood there and watched. Once the realization of what was unfolding in front of him sank in, he was frozen by the erotic nature of the action. Their touch was so hungry, visceral yet seductive. He remembered telling himself to leave, to not watch, but he didn’t. Joanne’s mews and audible purrs drew him in like a siren’s song.
He drank her in with his eyes. The once ordinary woman down the block was now sultry. He wanted her in a purely sexual way. Seeing her sexy and exposed called to him on a level that didn’t conflict, in his mind, with his marital situation.
The sound of Rogers’s voice brought him out of the spell. He instantly felt embarrassed and began to quietly back away from them. Just as he was about to exit, Joanne turned her head to allow Roger to kiss her neck. Dreamily she opened her eyelids and looked at Rick. He stopped in mid-stride in hopes that maybe she didn’t see him, but she smiled to acknowledge his presence. His heart missed a beat only to resume exponentially faster than what was normal or capable of remaining in its cage.
Before he could blink she turned back to place her lips on Roger’s mouth. Her tiny feminine hands pushed Roger’s hands over her ass. Without pause he began to kneed and squeeze her supple cheeks. Every strong handful pulled the tight cheeks of her ass apart exposing the tempting pink surfaces of her holes. She moaned louder, swaying her hips and arching her back. Joannne’s leg lifted over Roger’s arm, spreading her open. She leaned into him for support. Roger quickly thrust two of his thick fingers inside her. They pumped and pumped, making her bottom giggle in the most captivating way as the met their depth. A throbbing in Rick’s cock began to match those full thrusts. He felt his mouth turn dry from want. When Roger removed his fingers they were covered with the shine from her nectar.
Before he went to her to soothe his dry mouth with that nectar he forced himself to leave. He paused around the corner and listened for a moment longer.
“My God,” he thought to himself, “She saw me. She saw me. She wanted me to watch. She wanted me to watch.”
“Good. You saved my place.”
Rick opened his eyes to his wife climbing in bed close to him. He flinched when he felt her hand close over his on the head of his cock. He hadn’t even realized that he’d been stroking off.
“I’m sorry. Are my hands cold.”
“No.” he caught his breath.
“Oh. And you are so ready.” Toni said as she felt precum ooze from the swollen tip.
Rick moved his hand to let her smooth more of the natural lubricant into his shaft. She gripped him firmly, tight enough so that the blood throbbed against her palm.
“Babe! What got you so hard?”
It was an approving tone, but Rick almost didn’t want to answer. He almost couldn’t. The mini convulsions and twitches of pleasure were ravishing his body while she held him more gently and rubbed her thumb over the ultra sensitive skin below the head of his cock.
“Are you going to tell me what’s got you so incredibly hard?”
“I will...” he whispered, “...if you stop touching me like that. You’ll make me cum.”
Toni abruptly stopped but couldn’t resist rubbing her fingertips along his full balls.
“So?”
“I was thinking about sex.”
“What a surprise Rick.”
“No. Let me finish. Your hand on my balls like that is distracting.”
“Sorry. I couldn’t help myself.”
Licking her fingertips she ignored his hint to stop and began to rub again with slow circles. A low moan passed his lips.
“Sex with another couple.”
Toni’s stroking halted. Rick instantly regretted being so open and attempted a recovery.
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