Richard Travis - Another suck wife

Harold hadn't been too excited when she was the aggressor, when she led him by the hand to new sexual delights. Nor had the been overly impressed when she played the pet-puppy role, bowing at his feet, licking his cock like a servant while he talked on the phone.

Well, there were other ways to attract a man – and she wasn't thinking of cooking him a good meal.

She showered and perfumed – everywhere, then spent long extra minutes brushing her hair, painting her eyes. Some men didn't respond to good service, to being treated like a king in his castle. They couldn't handle it.

They preferred to be subjugated.

When it was time for Harold to come home, she turned the lights off in their bedroom, with only a spot over her dressing table illuminating her face and hair.

She put on a sheer gown that hinted grandly of the prizes it covered, but only hinted. Nipples and cunt-hair showed through as dim shadows.

She would be aloof, distant – coldly distant. If he wanted to make charges against her, she would listen, but she would not respond, neither to confirm nor to deny. She would merely listen, turning occasionally in such a way that the light on her face would dive into the cleavage between her tits.

She would not explain, respond, or even look at him. When he came to touch her, she would move just out of his reach. Men had fallen on their knees responding to such cold treatment, begging for just a feel, a touch.

Harold would too.

Her strategy planned, she brushed her hair and waited.

Only Harold didn't come home.

And the next morning Harold still wasn't home. She called his office. The receptionist said he would be late. Kitty asked to talk to Harold's secretary.

"I'm sorry," the receptionist replied, as if she enjoyed saying it. "Miss Bennit called in late too." Kitty slammed down the receiver. "That son-of-a-bitch!"

Experimenting with physical pleasures was one thing. Walking into the web of a cunt-scented secretary was something else!

He'd be in seventh heaven for a while. Sarah would lavish him with attention, listen to his sad story, sympathize with him, nurse him with her pussy. But that wouldn't last.

An overly ambitious secretary with a frigid ass couldn't hide her true nature long.

Poor Harold! My God, how he would learn! In the meantime, she decided to learn a few things herself, pleasant things, fun things, exciting things.

She closed up the house and drove to Flagstaff. "I've been expecting you." Clyde smiled, leading her into a well-furnished living room where he sprawled into a chair, still in his lounging pajamas. "Don't you want to get into something more comfortable?"

"I didn't bring anything else."

Clyde smiled. "That's what I mean, something more comfortable."

As Kitty peeled down, she began toning him about Harold and Sarah.

"You did the right thing," he said. "He's jealous and his ego is bruised. He's finding some solace with something new, but the newness will wear off soon. He'll be back."

Kitty noticed a bulge begin in the crotch of his pajamas as he stared at her tits, and then down between her legs. She felt completely at ease sitting nude before him, totally aware of the desire in his eyes, the swelling between his legs.

"You're hard to believe," she said. "I guess I would have had to come to you again, somewhere, some time, just to make sure you're real."

He walked to her chair, standing beside her, the bulge in his nylon pajamas inches from her face. "It's real. Touch it and see for yourself."

She reached through his fly and touched raw cockmeat, then opened the fly and let his prick flop out, bending hungry lips to kiss it.

Her mouth watered as she stared at his cock. She couldn't go on. It just sat there, slightly firm, luring her eyes, her mouth, her hot tongue. Words weren't enough to express the excitement she fell.

She licked the cock's entire length, then held the cock-head toward her, looking at the single eye lying half-asleep. She kissed it, licked it – then took the entire cock-head in her mouth and sucked slowly.

Clyde dropped his pants as the enormous cock leaped forward for more.

"Patience, my dear," he said. "We have plenty of time."

"I know, but…" she took another mouthful, "…it's so good, so wonderful! I can't keep my mouth away from it."

He reached between her legs and found her moist pussy.

"It's not just your mouth that wants it." He smiled. "I'm sorry I don't have two of them."

She wanted to talk. Clyde was so easy to talk to, so patient and understanding. But she couldn't take her mouth from his marvelous prick.

"Come, my dear," he said, taking her hand, kissing a nipple as she stood beside him. "It's time for you to meet my special gadget."

"I didn't come to play with toys, Clyde."

He laughed. "You'll like this one. I made it myself."

It hung from the ceiling, over his massive water bed, consisting of a mass of heavy gauged nylon webbing, dangling from a metal rod of high-grade steel.

"What the hell is it?" Kitty asked, totally confused.

Clyde took a small box that looked like the remote-control unit Kitty used on her television set. He touched one button and the metal rod extended slowly down. The webbing fell to the sheet and spread out evenly.

"Lie down my dear," Clyde said.

"On that stuff?"

"I'll show you, just lie down."

He put each of her legs through flat, wide pieces of webbing, then smoothed a cradle of canvas under her back, and snapped a fur-covered strap around her neck.

"That's to hold your head up, my dear," he said. "Even if you fail asleep, your head will be cradled as safely as if you were in your mother's arms."

"I don't get it," Kitty said, feeling comfortable but trapped in the maze of webbing.

"You will get it, my dear!" Clyde smiled. "You'll get it like you've never had it before."

He punched a button on the remote-control box and Kitty felt herself being gradually lifted from the bed. She screamed, her body trapped in the maze of webbing.

"Patience, my dear. Patience."

Clyde positioned himself on the bed under her, then pushed another button. Kitty's body gradually descended. He pushed another button and her legs were slowly spread and lifted. She felt herself once again being lowered, right into Clyde's waiting face.

Her exposed cunt stopped at the tip of his tongue, which quickly went to work.

Kitty screamed gleefully. "I feel like I'm floating into a tongue!"

"You are my dear," Clyde said, lowering her more until his face was covered with moist, hairy pussy.

Kitty had never experienced such foreplay. She felt delightfully free, yet she was completely encased in the webbing, able to move only her thighs, which she pound back and forth across Clyde's face and darting tongue.

"I feel like a bird!" she squealed. "A bird getting it in flight!"

Clyde was too busy to reply. She didn't want him to reply. She wanted him to keep doing just what he was doing.

"Don't stop!" she screamed as she began climbing toward climax. "Don't stop!"

Clyde pushed the button again and she felt herself rising, beyond the reach of his tongue. "Don't Clyde! Don't stop!"

Suddenly she was descending again, stopping this time when her wet cunt touched the head of his erect cock. Kitty closed her eyes and waited for the thrill of her life.

He let her descend an inch at a time, slowly, steadily, his hard cock working as his tongue had worked, only harder and bigger.

"Easy, easy," Kitty cautioned. "No! Don't stop! For God's sake, don't stop! I want that hard cock right where it is, deeper even!"

Clyde punched another button and her body began rotating in the webbing, like a cork on rough sea. She went up and down on Clyde's erect cock, then around, then back and forth.