Eric Courtney - The married sister

Triumph, a lewd and wicked kind of triumph came over her. With a lewd smile, she knew she had him. She got up off the couch, put down her drink and walked to the bedroom door. Turning to him, she began to languidly unbutton the front of her dress. "Was she any good?" she asked in a low voice.

Rod, still standing in the center of the room, watched her with narrowing eyes. "No, just a girl."

"A prostitute?" she asked, slipping one snowy shoulder free and revealing she was wearing a black half-bra that barely caught and contained a rounded and billowing breast.

He drank from his glass, watching her with greedy eyes over the rim. "Yeah, she was a prostitute." She slipped her other shoulder free and stood with the dress falling past her tight slim waist and catching on her beautifully rounded hips. "What did she look like?" she murmured.

He grinned sheepishly. "Oh, all right. Say, what are we talking about her for?"

Slowly, provocatively, she shifted her weight from hip to hip and Rod felt his cock give a jerk as he saw the red of one nipple working its way loose from her bra and the dress slipped lower on her hips, revealing she was wearing a scarlet garter belt. "Was she good looking?" she persisted.

He was now looking at her body, at her inviting, bare midriff that undulated as she moved her hips in time to the music. "I already told you," he said, finding his mouth suddenly dry.

With a slow, shimmying movement, the dress slithered to the floor and she stood in stockings, high heels, black bikini panties, red garter belt and a flimsy half bra that her heavy ripe melon-breasts were bouncing out of. "Did she look as sexy as me?" she asked, her voice low.

Rod gulped at his drink, draining it and standing looking at her loveliness. Her long tapering legs seemed to curve all the more as she raised one and bent the knee across her body, seeming to hide her private loveliness but only exposing one taut cheek of her buttocks as the panties rode up into the deep crevice. With an enticing look, she whispered, "Why don't we go in here and talk about it?"

Slowly, she turned, revealing the full impact of her pert buttocks half naked and alluring, and walked into the darkness of their bedroom. Without a word, Rod watched her go, watched the rhythmic rise and fall of the naked cheeks of her buttocks. Hastily, he poured himself another drink and gulped it down and followed her into the bedroom.

He found her on the bed, on her back. Her huge breasts had flowed out of the bra, her nipples red and distended. Her breasts seemed higher, jutting upward with the help of the bra and she lay with one leg bent and across her body. Slowly, she straightened the leg and spread both of them. He was standing at the foot of the bed, looking at her body, his eyes zeroing in on her crotch where he could plainly see the imprint of her vagina on the tight black band and several tiny curling strands of her pubic hair sticking out. And, as he watched, wiping the back of his hand across his mouth, she let her hips undulate ever so little.

With a cry, he was on the bed and crashing on top of her, fully clothed, his mouth on hers and his hands running up and down her body. He was shocked and surprised with the intensity and abandon of her response. She ground her hips up against him and her hands pawed at his clothing, trying to get it off him while her open mouth kissed him and her hot tongue ran wild in his mouth.

They writhed together, as he felt her hip bones jutting up and his hands ran wild over her body, rudely grabbing her breasts, her buttocks, then, with a guttural cry, cupping his hand over her cunt and feeling it hot and swollen and moist under the panties. He rolled off her and was surprised how quickly she sprang to help him out of his clothes. Stripped to his shorts, his cock bulging beneath them, it was Gail who fought his hands away and forced him to lie back while she pulled them down, his cock flopping into sight and waving erect.

She threw his shorts on the floor then propped herself above him on her arms, smiling down at him. Tantalizingly, she let her breasts skim over his chest, her nipples being prickled by his chest hair. "Was she good to you?" she asked in a whisper.

Passionate, drunk, he was bewildered.

"Was who good to what?"

"The girl, the prostitute," she said with a smutty smile. "What did she do to you?" As an incentive to answer, she lowered her body until her hot silky stomach was just touching his cock. She rocked slowly back and forth and then up and down, applying just enough pressure to tease him and roll the foreskin back. Rod groaned. "Oh, wow, it's been so long. What difference does it make what she did?"

"None," she cooed. "But I want to hear what she did to you?" she asked, putting her stockinged knee between his legs and forcing them apart. Slowly, she let her weight come down on him, her breasts bulging in front of his face.

"The usual," he said, running his hands down her back and snapping her bra loose and letting his hands go on down to where they touched the top of her panties. Slowly, he tugged them downward as she lifted her hips to allow him to do so.

"And what's the usual?"

"You know."

"No, I don't. Tell me."

"You know."

"Tell me!"

"They… they did what most of the girls do."

"What's that?" she asked with smokey eyes, feeling her excitement mount. It was almost as good as being with Lee. She would get him to tell her what the girl had done to him and she would, in a kind of subjugation, do the same to him.

"Well, they sort of make love to the guy."

"How?"

He closed his eyes. He was being driven mad by her writhing body. Half drunk, having confessed to sex he thought: what the hell. "They sort of put. Well, they used their mouths."

"Ohhhhhhh." It was a low exclamation of understanding and pleasure that came from his wife. Slowly, she began slipping down the length of his body, her mouth licking, kissing, biting. She paused to nibble at his chest, sending a crude feeling of lust scorching through his groin. She made a wet trail across his stomach, pausing to probe her tongue into his navel, then slip on down to, with a jerk, and a moan, he felt the hot wet tip of her tongue flick across the end of his cock. He raised his head with a dazed expression and saw her over his cock, her mouth open, her tongue out, her eyes closed and her face radiant with lust. While he watched, he saw her wet her lips with her tongue and slowly open her mouth wide and take his cock in her mouth where he felt a rubbery wet softness. Slowly, her lips taut as a rubber band, she began to bob her head up and down.

His head fell back and he let out a moan as he felt her begin to expertly suck as her mouth and tongue moved over his rockhard shaft. It had been awhile since he had had a woman and his body writhed convulsively and he fought against a lewd pumping of his hips which he knew from experience would heighten the feeling yet wasn't something he should do with his own wife.

His wife!

The thought hit him like a thunderbolt. Here she was, acting like a Vietnamese whore, asking him what they did and then doing it! Somehow, it wasn't right. Yet, it felt so good and it was fun. But, with Gail? Sweet, innocent young Gail?

The thought that his pent-up passion was getting out of hand and he would, like she was some common whore, shoot off in her mouth, suddenly become appallingly real. Frantically, he tore out her head, pulling her away with all his strength.

Gail got her breath and brushed the hair out of her eyes, whispering softly, "What's the matter, darling?"

"Nothing. Just getting kind of excited, that's all," he said, gasping.

She squeezed his cock with her hand and said, "Isn't that the whole idea?"

"Yeah, but I might cum!"

She tilted her head and looked down at him with a strange lewd smile. "So?"