John Reskind - Kappy

She tittered lightly, then kissed him on the nose before backing out of his arms. "Really, Ken dear, I wasn't of the opinion that you have much of a bargaining point in the matter," she said with cold matter-of-factness, picking up her drink and walking toward the davenport once more while he gaped after her, his flustered brain rapidly becoming intoxicated on the lithe suppleness of her sensuous body, enhanced by her aristocratic walk in the inch or so of sandaled heels. He could feel his cock straining into a state of unwanted, embarrassing rigidity, and when she looked back over her shoulder he saw that her dark, glittering eyes locked on it in amused delight. "Problems, darling?" she taunted.

Ken sensed his face flushing again. He cleared his throat and tried: "Look, Mrs. Keele… let's get some things straight…"

"Call me Maggie, please dear, when we're alone like this," she said, tilting her beautiful head cutely as she folded down onto the davenport once more, "and bring your drink here with me. Then, we'll clear up everything, oh?"

He did, sampling the potent measure he'd poured himself before dropping into a chair across and away from her, his brain racing chaotically. "M-Mrs. Keele…" he started.

"Maggie," she corrected.

"All right, then Maggie… you know I'm married… and I love my wife!" he managed, sounding very much to himself like a pleading child.

"That's noble of you, Ken, darling," she replied sweetly. "Though I believe that's the expected thing… to love one's chosen mate, isn't it?"

"C-Christ almighty!" Ken blurted uncontrollably. "I-I just don't get it, Mrs… Maggie…"

"Then I'll make it quite simple for you, darling," she said in that same cold matter-of-fact tone of before. "You appeal to me… I want you… and I'll have you."

Goddamn! She didn't pull any punches, he reasoned stupidly. "And if I don't cooperate…?"

She broke into a slow smile. "But you will, darling," she informed, watching him with level eyes as she raised her glass to her lips. Then: "You've already told me that you love your sweet little wife… and I'm sure you're constantly thinking of her welfare… aren't you, lover?"

She couldn't have made it more plain had she spelled it out for him, Ken realized, his guts knotting hollowly at her veiled, if obvious, threat. It was all crazy… and the absolute insane part was that she was anything but hard to take! Christ, she was breathtaking… and here she was trying to coerce him into… into fucking her! What the hell else?

"I do shock you, don't I, darling," she said rather than asked. "And you're wondering about my husband, too… but don't. We have a rare understanding that permits these little affairs… though I don't like having to force you this way; but sometimes a woman… a sensuous woman like myself, does have to resort to desperate measures to get what, or whom she wants."

She arose spontaneously and came over to melt down onto his lap, her arm slipping around his neck, her thigh and hip pressuring down meaningfully onto his still half-erect cock. "So, let's resign ourselves to the circumstances, shall we, lover? Who knows, they might even turn out to be to your advantage."

Ken could hardly do much else, he thought wildly, the way she was intentionally squirming down onto his hardening penis, the weight and pressure of her softly rounded curves inescapably increasing his excitement at an alarming rate! Unwittingly, he had set his drink on the table beside him and suddenly realized that his hand had moved inside her nylon gown at the waist to caress the smooth, satin-like skin, and was slowly stroking upward over her trembling nakedness toward her breasts.

"Hmmmmm," she cooed responsively to his touch. "Ooohhh… God, that's better, lover," she hissed, straightening up and reaching behind her to unhook her bra through the flimsy material of the negligee, then sensuously slipping both garments off before laying warmly back against him. "There… that's even more comfy…"

"Goddamn!" Ken gasped as the large, full mounds of creamy flesh burst into view, their ripe ruby nipples pointing upward at him and swelling into palpitating hardness before his eyes. Oh, Christ, what the hell was he doing? My God, Jean… his wonderful wife Jeannie… but to think of her while lying here with a naked woman beside him seemed almost sacrilegious…!

He forced her out of his mind and clutched one breast excitedly in his hand, the feel of its soft, warm resilience causing his cock to jerk uncontrollably as she writhed erotically against it, and there went his last token of resistance. Whatever the hell was to come, let it! He had to fuck this wildly sensuous woman! With his other hand, he drew her head down to him and glued his mouth to hers, thrusting his tongue between her smooth, moist lips beyond the barrier of her white, even teeth and into the warm wet cavern of her mouth.

She accepted it with a caress from her own, a hot and liquid caress; then she began to nibble and suck erotically! He felt her lush body quivering to his kneading and massaging of her breast and she whimpered, forcing her tiny tongue into his mouth as she pressed the fleshily trembling mound against his manipulating hand. Abruptly, she was on her feet and pulling him up.

"Bring your drink!" she ordered hissingly. "I want you to do it to me now… right now!"

Ken's brain reeled as she led him half-stumbling toward the bedroom, her firm full breasts dancing and swaying with the effort. Then, without further preliminaries, the older woman let free of his hand to roll her tiny nylon panties down off her smoothly rounded hips to the floor, pouncing onto the oval bed and rolling onto her back in a lewd spread-eagle position to smile wantonly and teasingly up at him.

"Now!" she exclaimed. "Undress for me, you daddy-like darling! I want to watch you!"

Ken could still hardly believe what was taking place. It had all happened too fast and compellingly for him to comprehend, though in the maze of lust-building excitement he'd satisfied himself that somehow he was protecting his darling, Jean… and that whatever this severely beautiful woman forced him to do he would do it for his delectable wife.

Hungrily, he drank in her naked curves, unaware of her one hand raising to the secreted button behind the headboard that set the intricate video tape into motion; he was too busy watching her salacious writhing movements that were sending ripples of hot desire charging through him… obscene actions as she lay stretched out in anticipation before him. He'd already discovered the breathtaking firmness of her high-set, jutting breasts and now he was staring at the provocative arch of her ivory-pure hips that led downward to long, fully rounded, tapering thighs. Between them, spread invitingly, he could see clearly through the raven-black pubic curls covering her loins… see the delicate pink lips of her vaginal slit, her excitement obvious in the first tiny drops of dewy moisture glistening there!

"Damn…! he gasped. "You're a beautiful woman!" He still held his drink and was staring down at her, and after he spoke, saw the effect of his words as she made a little mewling sound, her hips undulating as if of their own volition, her sparkling dark eyes seeming to glaze slightly.

"Now!" she choked. "Please hurry, Daddy… I need you!" she insisted.

Ken began pulling at his clothing as she watched, refusing to let his young wife re-enter his mind, removing everything, even his shoes and socks, before dropping his shorts that were trying desperately to contain the now rock-hardened bulge of his cock. He saw her raise up on elbow, her eyes fixed upon his loins when he made the unveiling.

"Oh, God!" she gasped breathlessly at the hardened rigidity of it standing out from his lean, hairy groin. She stared at the throbbing, blood-inflated head, her tiny pink tongue tracing her arched lip-line passionately. "God! It's more beautiful in reality!" she gasped, confusing him entirely. "Oh Daddy, bring it here to me," she whimpered, moving to the edge of the bed to meet it as he approached and stood naked before and above her.