Richard Travis - Another suck wife

Once outside, in the dark, Kitty pushed him against the wall and began dabbing at the wine on his fly.

"I know how you must feel," she said, "but I can't let it stain your pants. Nobody will see us here."

She brushed with her hand, then the towel, then her hand until she began to feel a bulge.

"I think it soaked through," she said. "Here, let me see."

She zipped down his fly and reached inside. "Don't be bashful," she said softly. "After all, we aren't innocent children."

His cock sprang free, protruding into her groping hand.

"Ohhh look!" Kitty squealed. "Look what came out to meet me!"

She took his cock in her hand and began pulling the foreskin over the cock-head.

"Harold, he loves it when I do this. Do you like it, Bud?"

"Eh, yes, but…"

He looked quickly around to see if anybody was watching. It was dark and the nearest people were around a table near the pool, totally occupied with their own conversation.

Kitty held the towel over her hand. "There, it's like being in a tent, isn't it?"

She continued massaging his cock, feeling his prick grow hard in her soft fingers.

"It feels good enough to eat!" She giggled. "Really?"

"Harold loves for me to eat his cock." She continued fondling his cock, feeling it begin to throb.

Bud Owens looked nervously around again. Seeing nobody paying them any attention, he looked back at Kitty. "Would you, would you take my cock in your lovely lips, here?"

"Oh, Mr. Owens, I'd love to! It's getting so big and – whoops! Now look!"

His hot come spurted over her fingers, which she quickly wiped down, the front of his pants, then grabbed his cock to milk it more.

Suddenly an overhead light snapped on, bathing them in a bright light.

Doris screamed, drawing crowds from inside the house to see if somebody were dying, or drowning. Couples talking around the pool suddenly stopped, and looked.

Bud Owens grabbed his semi-hard cock and tried to stick it back in his pants, but the zipper was stuck.

"Mr. Owens!" Kitty squealed, stepping back and staring down at his well-lit cock hanging loose for the world to examine.

A streak of fresh white come glistened down the front of his pants.

"What have you been doing to yourself?" Kitty squealed, looking with fear as Bud struggled vainly to hide his cock inside a half-opened fly that wouldn't offer the shelter he craved.

Eyes roamed in from all directions, staring. "You perverted son-of-a-bitch!" Doris screamed. The entire party suddenly became so quiet a single fly droning over a piece of cake sounded like a jet plane.

Bud Owens rushed to a restroom. Doris rushed to the bar to bide her red and awry face in a corner with a triple scotch.

Kitty went to the front door and asked for a cab, pretending to be almost in tears.

"The poor thing," whispered several guests as they excused themselves from the party curly. "Who would ever have guessed Bud Owens would do a thing like that?"

"She's alone, leaving in a cab," said one. "Somebody should at least see that she gets home all right."

"I'll volunteer," Tim Bladine said, taking Kitty by the arm just as she burst into tears. He led her to his waiting auto.

Kitty didn't stop crying until they were well any from the party, then she leaned back in Tim's new Cadillac, her eyes bright and cheerful.

"That was fun!" she exclaimed happily. "Yea put on a good show," he whispered. "Thank you. Blowing him would have gotten a bigger rise out of Doris, but…"

"Bud Owens just dug his political grave." Tim smiled.

Kitty laughed. "You man he just got jerked off into his political grave."

Tim laughed. "I stand corrected. Well, you've gotten my race of Mayor off to an excellent start. Is there anything I can do for you?"

Kitty took his forefinger in her hand and ran it under her and along the crease of her cunt-slit. "I thought you'd never ask."

Tim gave her instant pleasure with his experienced finger as he drove toward his house.

He parked in the two-car garage and waited while the automatic door closed, throwing them into total darkness. Within seconds he had her pants in his hand and his head between her legs, his tongue lapping hungrily at her pussy, completing the job his finger had started.

"If this is out of gratitude, I accept," Kitty said, leaning back and enjoying it, running her fingers in his hair, pulling his face snugly into her wet, soft cunt.

Within a few feverish minutes she was gushing with wild orgasm, her legs spread wide, her hands clutching his head to her, her hips throwing her pussy to meet his exciting, highly educated tongue.

The instant she reached orgasm, he kissed her lips, his tongue still moving, probing, lapping with intense hunger.

"You get my vote," she whispered breathlessly. "That's just a beginning," he replied, his body tense, eager to go on to new and better things.

His water bed was round, with a giant TV set mounted on one wall and speakers from his complex music system looking down from all four corners of the room.

Tim Bladine had a taste for the finer things in life, and he indulged his tastes, privately.

He poured two glasses of wine from the wet bar and turned to hand Kitty one. To his surprise, she was on her knees, on the soft carpet, pulling down his pants and shorts in one swift tug.

"Go ahead, enjoy your wine," she said, taking his soft cock in her hand. "I'm hungry for something else right now."

"Right here? Right now?" he asked, standing frozen with a drink in each hand.

"Right here, right now," Kitty replied, taking all of his cock in her mouth in one gulp.

He leaned back against the bar and took a long swallow of wine, its sparkling fresh taste heightened by the sparkle he felt from her mouth wrapped around his growing cock. She had only to touch his balls and his cock sprang fully alive.

She felt his prick begin to throb with anxiety and pulled her head back.

"Not yet," she murmured, looking at the head of his cock as she would a baby. "Not until Mommy gets to taste it some more."

She licked the length of it, her tongue going around his balls, then between his legs. His knees began to buckle.

"Not yet," she mumbled again, holding the tip of his cock against the tip of her nose.

"It's been so long," Tim whispered excitedly. She opened her mouth and devoured all of his cock, just as Tim's cock shivered and exploded, sending a hot stream of come to the back of her throat, filling her mouth, drooling out each corner of her mouth.

She kept sucking, gently, until his prick went limp, then he slid down the wet bar and sat on the carpet beside her.

"You're good," he said. "You're really good." Kitty grinned. "You ain't seen nothing yet!" They undressed and went to the jacuzzi with their wine, looking up at the stars, listening to soft music that filled the entire house.

"You don't mind getting your hair wet?" he asked.

"Why should I mind that? You expecting company?"

"Some women do. All they think about is their appearance."

Kitty laughed. "Appearance is important only when it makes you feel good inside." She reached in the water and cradled his soft cock in her hand. "I've got something else that makes me feel good inside. Really good!"

He kissed her, feeling wildly, wonderfully free. Her tongue rushed to meet his.

"This is wonderful," he said. "You, the night, being here, like this."

"Didn't you make out in the jacuzzi with Doris?" she asked.

"She was afraid she'd get her hair wet. Even in bed she often remained perfectly still to keep from messing up her hair."

"How'd you get married to somebody like that?" Tim chuckled. "I didn't exactly marry her. She married me. She set her sights on me and went for it."