William Davis - Blackmailed

"Such as…?" he asked.

"Oh… you know… different positions… and things with your m-mouth…"

"I see…"

"… But, now… I'll never get the chance!"

She dissolved into tears again, and she leaned against him for comfort. His arms went around her, and he stroked her soft, honey-gold hair gently, lightly; then, he caressed and stroked the satin-smooth skin of her shoulder, her upper arm, while below, his balls began to ache as his scrotum crawled and pulled them up tight into his crotch. His pulsating cock jerked involuntarily. It'd be taking advantage of her… I guess. She's had several drinks… but she's so upset… and in need of affection… it wouldn't take much… to get her into the sack…! And… from what she's saying… Jay hasn't been fucking her… the last seven days! Christ… it'd be easy…

It felt so good to be enfolded in his strong arms… to be babied a little… to know he was listening… was interested in what she said, and she needed it… wanted his gentle, understanding warmth.

"I guess… what really bothers me… is that he was… w-with a… cheap little… wh-whore!"

"Brooding on it won't help! You'll just have to forget about it… even if it's true that a lot of those women… really know how to turn a man on," he told her. "They know all the tricks… licking and sucking… until he's hard as a rock…"

Arnie could feel the firmness of her mounding, warm breast, pressing against his chest, the nipple of it standing hard and erect where it poked into him through his shirt. She's getting hot! Hell… maybe I should try to fuck her… especially if she's starting to feel like it!

Despite her wrought up condition, her tears and the alcohol she had drunk, Betty held some images in her mind: Jay's warm, hugely throbbing cock… in her mouth… and in her imagination she was actually doing it; the other scene was a reversal. Her husband's long, moist tongue… was there, down between her legs, licking and sucking her there… and she was responding to it. Dimly, she wondered: Could I do it easier… if I had a few drinks first…?

She felt soothed, being there in Arnie's arms… and she didn't want to think about her troubles. If she could just get Jay back… she knew they'd be able to work things out, but right now… it was so nice to talk to Arnie… to feel so serene… so protected there, in the snug cabin…

Strangely, as she thought about making love to Jay, in those new ways, she began to feel a tingling excitement, deep in her belly, and down there between her thighs, she felt the viscous droplets of lubrication exuded from her vagina's mouth. It was moistening her panties, and she could feel herself getting all warm. It was unexpected… but not unwelcome. Heavens! Imagine… I'm getting all aroused… just from thinking about what Jay… and I… will d-do… to each other… when we're together, again! She began to move her thighs uncomfortably, opening and closing them almost imperceptibly, in a gathering rhythm of sexual arousal. Her nipples were getting hard and erect… and she knew she'd have to put a stop to those lewd feelings. After all, Arnie wasn't her husband. She wouldn't think of doing anything… with another man…! But, he was so male… so close, and too exciting!

Arnie felt the trembling excitement in her body, as he held her close, realizing that her sobbing misery was being replaced by a building sensuality.

With a little more boldness, now, he continued to caress her shoulder, letting his hand slip down gently along the length of her arm. There were no more tears, although her face was still buried in his chest; he sensed a quickening change in her breathing.

Then, as one treats a wild animal, taming it by careful handling, becoming more and more intimate with it, until its trust is strengthened to the point where it comes to cuddle in your arms, he brought his hand up, sliding it up along her back, teasing along the ridge of her spine, then down, again, and down, almost to the protruding curve of her buttocks.

Betty's breath was coming faster now. He felt it warm and humid against his chest, through the material of his shirt. Damn! Now's the time to move in on her!

Bringing his hand up to her shoulder again, he casually allowed it to slide down to press in against the swelling mound of her breast, kneading and massaging the resiliently smooth flesh through her dress and bra. She gasped and her body stiffened convulsively, but she said nothing… made no move to pull away from him.

Husky-voiced, Arnie whispered in her ear, "Of course… there's another thing… You could bring Jay up short… by letting him know… he's working a two-way street! It's the old story… of the goose and the gander…"

His thumb kept brushing across the hardened bud of her nipple, tauntingly, his own heart pounding with excitement as he wondered whether or not she would buy that story. Below, the achingly hardened shaft of his cock leaped, jerkingly, in a bid to escape from his imprisoning shorts and trousers.

It felt so good to have his hand on her breast… but there was something wrong. He was suggesting that she… do the same thing Jay had done… She'd have to stop him… before things got out of hand. Something could happen…

"You could get even… with him. Turnabout's only fair… isn't it…?" Arnie breathed into her ear.

Turnabout? What's good for the gander is good… for the goose…? Two-way street…? Get even… with Jay…? She had been hurt… badly! He was with… a little two-bit whore!

Could she make him suffer, too, the same way she had suffered? Did she dare take another man… as a lover, just to hurt him… show him that all was fair? Oh, God… I don't know!

Deftly, Arnie unbuttoned the top button of her dress, and his hand wormed its way inside, the warm palm of his hand trailing a tingling path along the smooth skin of her chest, down into the deep vee of her bra to the velvety, soft pliancy of a naked breast. Down below, her hips squirmed, as slashingly powerful sex sensations charged her loins… and she knew! I'll dare to do it…! And, it'll teach Jay… a lesson!

Her lips lifted expectantly, and Arnie captured them moistly, his tongue snaking into her mouth to savor the sweetness of her, while she turned her body to him, clinging close, while her hand went up to press against the back of his head, welding their mouths together with the heat of their passion. Inside her bra, he rolled the distended cone of a hardened nipple to excite it to even greater erection. Now, her tongue parried his, until finally, it burst through into his mouth, and tiny mewling sounds issued from deep in her throat.

Jubilant triumph was Arnie's. She was all his… and he was going to fuck Jay Ballard's hot little wife… like she'd never been fucked before!

Confidently now, he took his hand away from her breasts and let it glide unerringly to her bare thigh, sliding up along it's curvaceous taper, along the softly smooth inner-side, upward to the pulsating warmth of her nylon-covered pussy, where he pushed a finger into the moist furrow and rubbed gently, up and down, through the thin material of her panties.

Undulating up against his rummaging hand, her hips ground counteringly, and he pushed the leg-band of her wispy panties aside, parting the softly resilient pubic down to slip his finger into the moist, trembling passage of Betty's suddenly warmly quivering little cuntal lips.

He teased, caressingly, at the hardened bud of her clitoris, reveling in the feel of her soft, elastic-like pussy mouth and feeling the vibrant arousal in her lusciously voluptuous body.

Betty recoiled violently at the searing contact of his hand against the nakedness of her lust-incited cunt. She groaned, as she realized that this was for real… that he was really going to… go ahead and… do it… to her. Oh, God, no! It's wrong! It's still adultery… and I really do love my h-husband! I'll have to make him stop it… n-now!