"Massage parlor wife" - читать интересную книгу автора (Simpson R B)

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Once the men were gone, Terry told Laura flatly, "I've had it – those last two guys were too much. I'm sick and tired of catering to all the whims they can dream up."

"I'm fed up too," Laura nodded, "What say we go out to dinner tonight? Dress up, and let's have ourselves a ball!"

"Alright," Terry agreed, "I'll go up and dress. And you come up to my place for a before-dinner drink – okay?"

"Agreed," Laura told her, and then Terry hurried up to her apartment. But when she got there, she got a big surprise. Her husband was back from his trip.

"I wasn't expecting you," Terry told him, wrapping her arms around him.

"Where were you?" he demanded crisply.

"Why, darling you can trust me," she laughed, "I was with Laura down the hall."

"Were you?"

"Of course – let's go down to Laura's place. She'll tell you where I was."

"Alright, honey. I trust you. Let's go down to Laura's apartment."

"Always nice to be trusted," Terry smiled, not losing one ounce of her composure. She walked down to Laura's pad, and knocked on the door.

"Hi," Laura smiled, opening it up for her, "Come right in!" Both of them stepped in. "So nice to see you back," she smiled at Brad. "Terry and I were going out to dinner tonight."

"That's nice," Brad smiled, somewhat surprised his wife had indeed told him the truth.

"Then we should all three of us go out to dinner," Brad suggested.

"No, no," Laura insisted, "I wouldn't think of it. You two haven't been together for days – you must go out together!"

"Well, thank you," Brad smiled, "Terry and I do have a lot of things to talk over, and maybe it would be better if we went out alone."

"We'll catch you later, honey," Terry said, wanting to get out of there as soon as possible. The two of them left, and all the way back to the apartment Terry was calculating in her mind as to whether or not he knew she'd been cheating on him.

Once back in the apartment, she thought the best defense was an offense approach. "have you been a good boy while you've been away?" she asked, smiling innocently at her young, virile husband.

"You know I've missed you," Brad smiled, "Why don't we have sex before dinner…"

"I might not want dinner then," Terry laughed, "I'm sure you're ready to give me a big feeding after all the time you've been loyal to me."

"Let's go in the bedroom," Brad smiled. Having about had it with Gustin and Vince all afternoon the last thing she wanted was more sex action. But with her husband, she had to have sex – that was the law.

She followed him into the bedroom, and began undressing. Brad didn't take long to unbutton his shirt, unzip his pants, and pull them off.

As he stood there in his shorts, the huge penis swelling the cotton material, she did feel a passionate desire seize her, and she walked over to him, brushing her vagina hairs against him.

"Oh, baby," Brad whispered, "I've missed you so much when I was away…" And then he pressed his erect penis tighter to her vagina.

"I'm sure you have," she said softly. "Every time you were making out with another woman, you thought of me!"

Brad reached down, and slid his legs out of his shorts, and stood there, hot, eager and ready.

"Get up on the bed and let's do a few things before I give it to you," he suggested.

Brad got on the bed, straddling her, and pressing his penis between her large breasts. As he did this, his wife got a good look at the meaty head of his penis. It began swelling larger, and larger, and she became more eager to let her tongue sweep, across its slick surface.

"Hey, super-mouth," he smiled at her, "Got a nice slick prick for you to suck on!"

She saw the juice oozing from the head of it, and he basked confidently in his male prowess, as he saw her eyes glistening as she looked at it.

Releasing her great breasts, he pressed forward.

"Now, baby, here's my prick," he smiled. And with animalistic sex energy, he shoved it in her open mouth.

The moment the penis slid into her mouth, she felt vibrant and alive. The penis engulfed her mouth, and her tongue could hardly manage to lick around its meaty head. Sensing this, he moved back. She let her tongue sweep around the head of it, and let the edge of her tongue slip gingerly into the small slit at the penis-head. His penis quivered, his spine shivered, "Oh, honey, nobody sucks it like you do!"

"Suck it, lover," he panted, sliding his saliva slick tool smoothly in and out of her face, her lips clutching it tightly. Her hands went to his buttocks, as she massaged him there. He loved the feel of her smooth-body, and her hands massaging his buttocks particularly pleased him.

"That's it, baby doll – use your hands on my ass! I like it, come on – use them to massage my butt."

The word 'massage' when her husband used it plugged in the whole massage parlor syndrome, and she shook nervously. He took it as shaking with excitement, and ran his fingers excitedly through her hair.

"Oh, honey, you're turning-on with my dong!" he panted, pleased to see her so stimulated, his own body vibrated in unison.

Together, they went to town. Terry greedily licking the penis, as he pumped it in and out, and then he began throat-fucking her in earnest. With savage thrusts, he drove in and out.

"Suck that juicy prick, you cocksucker," he cried excitedly. "That's it, honey – take it all in – all of it – every inch baby, every fucking inch!"

Jabbing it roughly down her throat, and guiding her head with his hot hands, he let her know he was enjoying it. His head moved from side to side, his jaw hung slack, and his lust-glazed eyes glanced in the mirror.

"Eat that prick," he panted, "Eat it!" The hot penis shot down her throat, and her lips curled tightly around it, as she sucked her virile, stud husband's juices from the head of his shooting penis. Her finger slid up his asshole, on the moment of shooting, and this guided his penis-thrusts effectively.

When she stopped sucking, he slid out, and smiled, "Baby, let me go down on you now," he insisted.

Turning around, and straddling his wife, he buried his head between her legs, he let his tongue slide along her slit. In the meantime, Terry was bending up, taking aim for his anus. She gripped his firm, round behind, letting her tongue sweep around his tight anus, and suddenly let her tongue stab his asshole. Just as Brad felt his wife's hot tongue thrusting up his anus, he dipped his stiffened tongue inside his wife's hot vagina. The tongue whipped around her clitoris, and he bore down with his teeth. At this same moment, Terry decided to take a mock bite on his butt. With her tongue sweeping his tight anal channel, she pulled her lips back, and pretended to bite him on his behind. When Brad felt her teeth, he in turn bit her clitoris. The double biting action was a new innovation, and he enjoyed it.

"Stab it up there," he told her, taking his tongue out of her snatch. "Drive it up there!"

Pulling his buttock cheeks farther apart, she let her tongue drive up there, and repeatedly stab his anus.

He went back to eating her, and his tongue swept the velvety vagina walls, electrifying her body with his rapid-fire jabs. He even enjoyed the aroma of her vagina, having missed her that much. And Terry stabbed his asshole with her tongue, as if trying to prove to him with her tongue sliding in and out of his asshole as to how loyal she had been all along.

She could see his testicles swelling, see his penis getting hard again. And her fingers massaged his scrotum, gently pressing on his prostate, enjoying the view from behind, as she reached out for his penis, sliding it in her hand methodically.

To have a wife who could turn-on like this when he came home, was pleasing to Brad. Mashing his face on her vagina, and closing his eyes, he saw with his tongue as it licked inside her quivering mound.

Soon, their tongues were timed to the same place. Her hot tongue flashing up his asshole at the same tempo, as his tongue sliding inside her vagina. The pleasure pitch built to such a high point, Terry could hardly remain still. She wiggled about, and Brad's strong hands held his wife's body in place.

Now, he could piston-thrust his tongue and bring her to quick climax. His hands held her buttocks, squeezing them, and pinching in and out while his tongue action did marvelous things on Terry's erect clitoris. The licking produced the passionate, liquid response he was longing for. His mouth filled with her joyous juices as she flooded it.

Some of it dripped down his face, as he stayed tightly pressed to her mound, devouring her.

She continued letting her tongue lick around his anus, as he lapped away inside her hot hole. Then, he flopped over, and she seized his tool.

"I'm going td ride you," she panted.

"Go ahead, honey! I'm ready for round two!"

Brad was telling the truth. His jackhammer penis was standing straight up, rigid, and ready. She straddled him, and let it slide up her gash. It was a glove-tight fit.

He reached up, and pinched her breasts. The electrical sexual excitement this engendered, caused her to grip it with her vagina, massage it vigorously, and cry out in passionate excitement, "Fuck me, ohhhh, Brad, give it to me!"

Throwing his penis up to meet her down thrusting vagina, he rammed it up there.

"Fuck it, fuck it, ohhhh – ahhhhh!!" The hot splash of sperm shot into her, and she pumped her vagina in quick, pulling movements, squeezing the contents out of him.

As he released his grip on her breasts, and lay back, she slid off his sticky joystick and went into the bathroom to douche. Brad followed, his penis dripping cum onto the carpet.

"Watch it," she complained, rushing to the bathroom, and grabbing a towel, and wiping the stuff off as quickly as she could. Then, she stepped into the shower, and her husband joined her. As the two of them showered, he washed her body gently massaging her breasts, and reaching down to her furry triangle.

When they finished, they stepped out of the shower, and got dressed to go out to dinner.

After dinner, Brad wanted to stop at a topless bar, and did. As the beautiful girls came dancing out on the runway, Terry found herself enjoying the sight of their naked breasts bobbing around in front of her.

Then, the red-headed nude dancer turned around, and wiggled her bare behind.

"Isn't she a knockout?" Terry smiled.

Instantly, her husband wheeled around, "Look! I'm the one who is supposed to appreciate the female form – not YOU!"

"Sorry about that," she replied quickly, "but I find her appealing."

"How appealing?"

"Oh, I don't want to fuck her, if that's what you mean," she smiled, enjoying seeing her husband's alarm.

"I was just trying to see if you had any lez tendencies," he said nervously.

Reaching down under the table, she felt her husband's penis. "I can see your glands are functioning very well," she smiled.

Reaching over, Brad teased her, "And I have no way of knowing!"

"Yes, you do," she insisted, "but if you slide your hands under my panties, and slip a finger inside my slit to fish around for my clit, I'll clobber you on the spot."

Once the green-eyed, white-skinned, redhead topless, bottomless dancer noticed Brad was looking at the girl beside him, she figured she'd pull the attention back to herself. Wiggling over, she flung her huge breasts so close he could breathe on them.

As if that weren't enough, the redhead turned, and bent over almost brushing her buttocks in his face. Brad got a big charge out of this, and flipped his tongue out, licking the girl's behind.

"We're getting out of this crummy joint," the distraught wife glowered at the nude dancer. "And if I catch you licking anybody's ass but mine, you're in big trouble!"