Mark Smith - Red-hot wife

I just wanted Howard to fuck me.

And hurt me.

It was a long time before I drifted off to deep, but with sleep came relief from the problems that were floating around so forcefully within my mind.

The next day I found out what my job was all about. Roy had guests in town almost every day and it was my job to entertain them for lunch. On days when there was only one guest to entertain, the other hostess, whose name was Jocelyn, would join us.

It sounded interesting – I wasn't naive; I knew what was expected of me. At first it kind of bothered me, not so much because of what I would be doing but because I would have little or no say about who I did it with. Still, on this first day that was no problem at all.

Let me explain.

First of all, Jocelyn was going to go with me. She was a tall, willowy blonde who wasn't much older than me, and who had a ready, easy smile that made me like her almost immediately. I knew we'd get along.

Secondly, the guest of the day was an absolute wonder; he was without a doubt the best-looking man I'd ever seen. And that includes movies, too.

His name was Jeremy Statlinson and he, like Roy, was from Texas. But he didn't sound like Roy, didn't think like Roy, and for that matter didn't behave like Roy.

Jeremy was a gentleman.

All during lunch there was an air of electricity around the table, as if we all knew what was going to happen afterwards. Still, he never once reached across and patted me on the knee, or pinched my ass, or did any of the other things that might have been expected of someone in his position. Instead, in a very fatherly way, he drew both of us out, asking us questions about ourselves and making us fell like we were interesting to him for more than just our bodies.

Jocelyn and I both loved it.

"What's your pleasure, Jeremy?" Jocelyn asked, sipping out of her glass as we sat in the suite of rooms Roy had been kind enough to make available to us.

"You mean to drink?" he returned, a bright twinkle in his eye.

"Actually, I was thinking more about eating."

I was sitting a little off to one side, totally in awe of Jocelyn. She was amazing; without touching him, she was practically oozing out of her dress onto the floor in front of him.

I could learn a lot from her.

"Of course, if you'd prefer to just drink…"

Jeremy stood up. He towered above Jocelyn as he began to unbutton her blouse.

It was all I could do to keep from slipping a finger inside my panties as I saw first one, then both of her tits appear. They were snow white and soft, with delicate pink nipples that seemed longer than any I'd ever seen in my life.

Thirty seconds later she was naked, and I have to admit that her long, slim body next to his was one of the most exciting things I had ever seen. The best thing about it all was the way her perfect, soft triangle seemed to practically beg for him to trust a finger up inside her.

It was perfectly blonde.

I had forgotten about myself, but Jeremy hadn't. Without doing anything to Jocelyn, he turned and came to me.

A minute later I was totally naked.

"You're both naked," he announced solemnly.

We giggled hysterically.

"And I'm not."

We remedied that situation in less than a minute. Even though he must have been almost fifty, his body was still beautiful, long and slim with hard muscles just beneath the skin.

And his cock – it was long and slim like the rest of his body, dangling down between his legs. It didn't surprise me that he wasn't hard yet; other men would have been so turned on by the sight of the two of us naked that their cocks would be about to explode, but not Jeremy.

He was evidently used to beautiful women.

But while he may have been used to beautiful women, I certainly wasn't used to beautiful men. Not like him, anyway; I was practically creaming all over the inside of my thighs, and I knew that if something didn't happen soon I was going to drown in my own honey.

The awe I was feeling caused me to hesitate, and as a result I spent the next few minutes watching instead of doing anything. Still, it wasn't such a bad fate.

Not bad at all.

Jocelyn moved forward and pushed him partly back onto the bed. When he was on his back she got to her knees beside him and began to kiss him all over his chest, running her moist tongue through the thick hairs that covered him.

Slowly she worked her way down.

"That's good, Jocelyn. Really good," he whispered, watching her face worm down toward his crotch.

"How do you want it, Jeremy?"

"In your mouth, babe. Right in that sweet mouth of yours."

She smiled. I could tell that it was obvious she was happy with the arrangement, and although I was beginning to feel a little bit left out, I couldn't help but look forward to what I was going to see.

Finally she reached his cock. It still wasn't hard, but it had grown slightly larger in the past minute or so.

She kissed it.

Like an awakening monster it stirred, rolling aver and beginning to swell as she watched the results of her kiss.

"Do it again, babe."

She kissed it again.

Now it was truly growing erect, swelling so much that the head lifted itself away from the rest of his body.

"Now put it in your mouth, babe."

"Why Jeremy. I thought you were more patient than that."

Jeremy smiled, but didn't answer. His cock was fully erect now, jutting up from the rest of his body like a powerful tree.

I couldn't stand it any more; I had to do something but didn't know what. I wanted somehow to join them, but wasn't certain if that was how I was supposed to behave. In the end, I settled for slipping two fingers deep inside my moist snatch; that way I could watch them and still keep from being totally frustrated.

For now, anyway. I couldn't keep this up forever.

Now Jocelyn took his cock in her slim hands, bending over his body so that her perfectly formed tits practically brushed against his stomach. Her long hair hung down her back almost to her ass, brushing against her soft skin in a way that made me want to touch her gently.

But I waited.

"Suck it, babe. Suck my cock."

She spread her lips and her tongue darted out, licking once or twice across the end of his shaft, and then she took him inside her.

It was beautiful. Even though his cock was large and her own mouth delicate, Jocelyn was able to take him into her without straining at all. Slowly, smoothly, she descended, the muscles of her mouth and neck working smoothly and almost effortlessly.

My finger inside my cunt went crazy, rolling and plunging, swirling and twisting as I watched Jocelyn and Jeremy. I could hardly contain myself, and yet somehow I managed to wait.

When she reached the bottom of his cock Jocelyn paused, then began to move her head up and down. With each stroke his cock became more covered with her wetness, glistening with a sheen that made me want to join in more than ever.

But still I waited.

Jocelyn was so beautiful, and so good at what she was doing, that I simply watched in awe. I had thought that I knew some good things about how to please a man, but next to her I was a pure novice.

I kept expecting Jeremy to begin thrusting up into her mouth; how could he help but get that excited? Yet somehow he didn't. During the entire time she was sucking him he never moved a muscle, his eyes always trained on the sight of her mouth working up and down, up and down on his meat.

He was an amazing man.

Finally, after what seemed an eternity, I could tell that something was about to happen. Jocelyn began to pump harder, her sweet tits bouncing up and down all over his stomach while her slim fingers massaged Jeremy's balls.

He was going to come.

"Do you want it in your mouth, Jocelyn?"