Roger Grayson - The Two-Way Mirror

"You have to have a fresh dunk, that's what you have to do," Muriel said, hopping from the bed and going to a corner cabinet. "No ice in here, lover, but, but there's something else. Ever drink Pernod… I mean the real absinthe Pernod?"

"I… I don't know. I'll be happy with anything." He felt awfully much like some kind of failure, even though she was working at proving him different. The insane point of the whole damned thing was that she evidently liked him… no… wanted him. So, what did he have to lose? Now that the sex was past, he could give it some thought sensibly. She had said that he was going to build their house… with her husband financing it, hadn't she?

"Do you really intend that I'll build this house for you?" he asked suddenly. "I mean… I'm a big boy… I can take the bitter with the better."

She came over to the bed, her lithe, sensuous body gliding down and jiggling properly. She sat on the edge of the bed and handed him the glass of greenish-yellow liquid. He tasted it, liked it, and drank heavily. His throat was dry. He certainly felt like a perfect ass.

"Of course, you will build house," she answered softly. "Nothing has changed, lover. You're still my protege… my lover-boy… and we're going to bring them all to your feet. They will, you know… if Nat says so."

"Nat?" he gulped, right after draining his glass and she scooped it up to go back and refill it. "Why the hell should he say so? Why should he say anything? I may be some kind of nut, but here I am in here screwing his wife while he's working. Can you give any reason why he should suddenly become a top fan of mine?"

Muriel returned, handing him his glass. He swallowed a portion of it. She folded herself onto the bed, then leaned back, spreading herself out seductively, her breasts firm and full, her thighs drawn lip to protect the sight of her enticing pelvic area. Jeff stared at her. Good God, she was lovely!

"You've missed the whole point of Nat's and my being together," she said softly, swirling her glass so that the liquid within sloshed high at the edges of the glass. "We understand… we know the needs and fulfillment's every person has individually. We know about variety… and the spice of life, as they say. It's made our marriage solid, Jeff lover, solid! Example… Nathan knows that you're here with me this afternoon… that you and I will have sex… fuck, if you'd like it in the vernacular. He also knows that when he comes home I'll be here if he wants me… or, if he's suddenly had an itching toward a Toni St. Clair, that I'd understand, and won't expect to see him for a day or two or three… Does that surprise you, lover?"

Jeff raised up on his elbow and gulped at his glass. Yes… Christ, yes, he was surprised… and more than a little bit. At least, the taste of whatever it was seemed familiar. Like licorice almost… What the hell had he gotten himself into? No use denying that Muriel Standard captivated him, but that was understandable. She'd captivate anyone. Damn, what a woman… and he'd blown that too, but… but not according to her, and that puzzled him.

Suddenly, he felt her hand moving along his thigh and slipping beneath his testicles, cradling them in her hand as if she were weighing them as she watched his face.

"I intend that you'll be a sought after man, Jeff Lewis… lover," she said, smiling into his face from where she lay on her elbow, her one hand tenderly fondling the loose sac that hung between his thighs. "And I also intend that all should know you belong to me… Are we making any contact,

my love?"

Jeff felt his flaccid prick give its first lurch. The heat from the palm of her hand spread upwards through his loins pleasantly and he gulped at his drink.

He licked at his lips. "Are you intending that I should lump through hoops, little girl?"

"Does that help your sex drive?"

"I don't know… It's never come to that," he answered her flatly.

Muriel smiled. "I'll never cut you, lover… if you don't cut me."

Then, Jeff smiled back at her. "That sounds like a reasonable deal."

Muriel played with his testicles and his penis continued to grow. She hadn't touched it yet. She was content in just watching it jerk into increasing hardness. Finally, she said: "But…"

"But?"

"I cut awfully easy… my thin skin, I suppose."

Jeff studied her. A strong grain of excitement had begun to build inside him because his prick was getting hard once more. He'd never known what it was to come back after the same woman the second time in one ordeal. The very thought was fascinating him and peaking his ego. This time, it would be different. He was certain of it. He raised his glass and drained it.

"I suggest you get us something to drink," he said, reaching over and cupping her breast momentarily.

"You didn't answer me," Muriel said, taking his glass.

Jeff smiled. "I'll be anything you want me to be… lover."

She groaned loudly and kissed him, then ran to the bar He watched her, the movements of her white full buttocks exciting him. So, that was the name of the game, he thought. He was an amateur… rank too, but maybe… just maybe, he'd learn… given time.

Muriel returned with their drinks, but set them on the night stand, then pushed him over onto his back and climbed above him on all fours, hovering above his continual hardening prick.

"I've waited long enough, lover," she said, stroking it between the flats of her palms in a teasing up and down motion that caused his loins to stir in a little undulating response. Then, she brought her mouth down to it and Jeff sucked in his breath as for the second time she enclosed the whole of its sensitive head between her lips in a warm, moist pressure. He watched her lipstick-reddened lips tighten elastically around it just below the coronal rim, trapping it completely inside the warm, wet cavern of her mouth.

"Mmmm," he groaned, lifting his head from the bed and staring down at her contorted face. The sight of his thick quivering shaft sunk halfway between her ovaled lips had brought it back to a throbbing hardness. She licked it and bit it gently, taking obvious delight in her power to bring it to life again after its total collapse.

Jeff felt the fires of desire fast rekindling in his loins. She continued to nibble for a moment longer, swirling her slippery tongue around and around it until she was satisfied it was restored to its full length and power, then she crawled off him, falling quickly onto her back and spreading her legs wide before his eyes.

"Now, lover… fuck me! Oh God, fuck me!"

He wasted no time. He came to rest directly between her open thighs and reached down between them to make the coupling. She was ready and there wan no need for any pre-play. He could feel the moist pink opening of her cunt throbbing in urgent anticipation as with his fingers he guided his long thick cock straight into her. He paused for a moment to part the dark silken hair, wet now from their first union, with the head of his shaft, and then, with one long smooth stroke he rammed it into her all the way to her cervix. There was not the slightest resistance and the smooth, wet walls of her cunt clamped around his cock in a moist firmness that almost set him off again.

"Ohhhhhh," she moaned and crooned as he felt her entire insides flowering open to receive him deep down in the secret crevices of her womb. She began to groan and murmur incoherently as he began right off to fuck viciously into her, gritting his teeth with his own building passion. Her body followed him and began to move in wild abandoned jerks beneath him.

"Oooooh God, lover… Oooooohhh… so good… so good! Harder… fuck it harder! Yes… yessss… Iike that!" she whimpered as if in anguish, her arms wrapped tight around his neck, pulling his lean muscular chest down tight against the soft whiteness of her breasts.