Roger Grayson - The Two-Way Mirror

"Hmmmm," Muriel cooed. "I want a piece of that boy, daddy. He gives me the quivers inside." She dropped to her knees in front of him and worked her way in between his legs to lay her head on his lap. "Jealous?"

Brendell chuckled. "Hell, no," he said. "I might be if I thought there was anything more to it than a few sessions in the sack… but I think I know my lover-girl well enough to know that two or three good fucks with Jeff Lewis will cool those quivering insides."

A little shudder of excitement passed over her and she hugged him. "That's why I love you, Nat… you know and understand me like a book." She released him and trailed her hand over his flat stomach and down to the front of his trousers where the pressure of her head against him had caused his penis to stir. With her fingernail, she outlined the length of his growing, long shaft and it jerked noticeably beneath its cloth covering while her husband made a little gasping sound. "What do you think of his plans?" she asked as she teased him.

"P-Promising… but I want to study them some more," he managed, his libido mounting rapidly beneath her taunting fingers.

"I like them," she said, using her thumb and forefinger now as she moved up and down the long, thick protrusion. Her eyes danced and she watched the growing lust twist his handsome face, affectionately.

"Y-Yeah, and I know why, lover-girl," he said, running his fingers through her short, silken dark hair as tiny ripples of desire raced swiftly over the sensitive nerve-ends of his skin. "You're letting your pussy do your thinking for you right at the moment…"

She paused with her ministrations momentarily. "You mean, you're not going to give him the contract?"

"I didn't say that, honey," he replied softly, smiling through his building passion. "I said, I want to study them some more… find out a little something about this Jeff Lewis before we hand him a seven-hundred-grand contract… You follow me now?"

She smiled, her hand slipping to his belt and slowly began to unbuckle it. "I follow you, daddy… just hurry with your decision… for your lover-girl's sake, eh?"

Nathan Brendell's broad face flushed slightly at the sight of his wife opening the front of his trousers. He watched her lower the zipper then tantalizingly slip her long slender fingers into the waistband of his shorts. He lifted his weight automatically and she slipped both trousers and shorts down from his hips, then went to his feet to tug both garments off of him. Satisfied, she sat back on her haunches between his legs to look at him, her eyes locking on his long thick penis standing rigidly, its purple tip peeking from beneath its heavy, uncircumcised foreskin, his testicles beneath resting on the cushion of the chair between his muscular thighs.

Brendell's mouth grew dry as he waited with mounting anticipation, never knowing with this remarkable girl what was coming next. His prick had begun to tingle with lust and excitement and he could feel his balls tightening and swelling beneath it. He couldn't help but smile a little too, knowing

that she was going to try to persuade him with his decision on young Lewis. But right then he had reached the point where reasons didn't mean a damn… only that she get to the action…

Muriel reached up behind her and lowered her zipper, shrugging the summer dress from her smooth white shoulders, letting it drop to her waist. Then she reached back and unhooked her bra, slipping it down her arms and exposing her lush, erect breasts to him, their dark nipples immediately budding into hardness as the cool air brushed against them.

Brendell's breath sucked in as always at the erotic sight of Muriel's full pointed-breasts. She leaned forward, sliding her hands along the outer side of his thighs to his buttocks and gently tugged until he slid forward to the edge of the cushion. Then, without a word between them she encircled her fingers around the thickness of his erect penis and began to stroke and massage it gently, knowingly, rubbing the skin up and down and slipping her other hand beneath the velvety sac of his balls, cradling their softness in her small warm palm. Brendell groaned aloud, clenching his teeth at her amorous ministrations of his genitals. '

"What do you think now, daddy?" she teased him.

"I-I haven't changed my mind… well consider him," he stammered as she gave his cock a tender squeeze that sent an exciting shock-wave spiraling up his backbone.

"You… you wouldn't your lover-girl would you, huh… now would you?" she pouted, drawing the heavy foreskin slowly down behind the coronal rim of the satiny blood-filled head of his now pulsating cock.

"D-Damn you… you're trying to blackmail me," he grunted, grinding his teeth together again. "I-I'm not responsible for what I say at a time like this."

She laughed lightly and leaned forward, taking her breasts in each hand and separating them widely, then, pressing the soft white valley tight to his cock she brought the voluptuous abundant mounds of supple flew smugly together, completely engulfing the rigid shaft of his throbbing prick.

Brendell groaned and thrust his loins forward involuntarily at the hot soft contact of the smooth resilient flesh wrapped around his cock, his hips beginning an immediate up and down rhythmic fucking motion.

She took his big hands then and placed them on her breasts to knead and manipulate as he liked, while with her own she cupped his balls and gently scratched her nails beneath them with one hand, the other worming up the crevice between his buttocks in a slow tantalizing approach toward his anus.

Brendell grunted from deep in his chest as he felt her finger reach his rectal opening. He gaped in mounting lust at the sight of his thick cock buried between his wife's warm soft tits… felt her long nails grazing the sensitive, hairy skin of his balls… and then the slow, salacious penetration of her long finger slipping up into his rectum… up, up, up… until he could feel the palm of her hand resting warmly against his buttocks.

"What do you think now, daddy?" she cooed up into his face, her sparkling eyes alive with her own building desire..

"I-I think… that you're a luscious little bitch…" he rasped, half in smile, half dazed with the increasing sensations building in his loins.

"Am I winning?" she teased, rotating her finger gently in his anus.

"Damn you… yes… you're winning…"

"Jeff Lewis is going to build our house…?"

Brendell swallowed. "If that's what you want, baby… Whatever you want…"

"Oh… I love you, daddy!" she exclaimed, letting go of his testicles and sliding her hand up the shaft of his prick as she eased back from him and lowered her head until he felt the warm moistness of her open lips close over the throbbing head.

"Uggghhh," he grunted, tangling his hands in her hair and shoving his loins upward into her face. He watched her bobbing head as her warm mouth slipped up and down his fleshy rod, then he caught sight of their reflection in the wall mirror and his excitement increased when he saw the thickness of his cock buried between her lipstick-rimmed lips.

She twirled her tongue maddeningly around the moist stickiness of the blood-inflated head while her probing finger continued to play in the soft spongy flesh of his anal passage and he gaped at the wall mirror, watching as his ever hardening and growing cock stroked in an‹l out of her ovaled, sucking mouth.

"Oh Christ," he groaned." Suck it, lover-girl, suck it hard!"

She did, her head lolling rhythmically with his fingers locked in her hair, and he watched in growing lust their reflections as she plunged down on it, absorbing nearly the full length of it into the hot cavern of her mouth and throat.

She had worked it up to the point where it was pulsating and jerking with every flick of her tiny tongue and as he watched he saw the flesh of her lips being pulled out grotesquely with each voraciously sucking upstroke. He knew now that she had reached the stage of achieving her own gratification… a rare ecstasy that few women could boast, orgasm through sexual excitement and mental stimulation alone. She would wait for him, build to that peak, and then his ejaculation into her mouth would set her off as surely as would a cock shoved deep in her cunt. The thought of that alone now was driving him wild as he watched her concentrate, oblivious to all else around her, her breasts jerking and dancing below, all of it adding to the unbelievable pressure building in his testicles and loins.