J. McKenna - Wanted - Kept Woman

Brian just winked at her and turned toward the refrigerator. “You want some eggs?”

“Perfect. And toast?”

“Great. You do the toast, I’ll scramble some eggs.”

They bustled about in the small kitchen, sidestepping each other adroitly, as if they were already used to each other’s presence. They felt comfortable together.

Brian and Suzanne stepped out into the brilliant warm morning after a leisurely breakfast of eggs, toast and jam. There wasn’t a soul to be seen. She felt they were alone in the world. The last couple on Earth.

“Well?” Brian said. “Are you game?”

Suzanne remembered his challenge. She untied the sash of her robe and let it puddle to her feet, exposing herself to the world, which consisted of just one man. “I am if you are, buster.”

He followed suit and they laughed at their own nervousness. “Bet you can’t catch me,” she shouted and took off down the path leading into the woods. With a shout, Brian followed.

The sun had been up barely an hour when Sam cut the engine and drifted toward the island. He hoped this was the right one. It was the only one he could see from shore when he had arrived shortly after dawn.

He had no idea where they might be—he assumed there was a cabin on the island somewhere. But he didn’t want to stumble on them accidentally so he chose to beach the boat in one of the little coves and walk in.

Sam used an oar to push the boat up on the tiny beach. He jumped out, ignoring the water sloshing over his shoes and used a mooring line to tie the boat off to a scrawny tree. With luck, he’d have the boat back on shore before it was missed. That was part of his plan—to seem like he had never been here at all.

He checked his Glock, making sure the safety was on. He liked the feel of it in his hand. He tucked it into his pocket, and pulled the black gym bag from the boat and hooked it over his shoulder. He entered the scrub forest.

Within five minutes, Sam found a path. Instinct told him to go right.

Suzanne ran along the path, enjoying the sensation of total freedom. This is how Adam and Eve must’ve felt , she thought. Years of being embarrassed to be naked dissipated. For the first time, she could understand what drove nudists to shun clothes.

She heard the pounding of feet behind her. She dodged left, down a narrower path and ran right down to the edge of a small cove. Trapped! She turned to see Brian grinning at her from the path. His hard-on half swelled.

“Oh, my, this morning air must agree with you.” She pointed.

He looked down. “Um, yes. But I think it’s you who agrees with me.”

“So, you’ve caught me. You can’t possibly want to ravish me again!” She hoped, of course, that he would. She had a lot of sex to catch up on. Idly, she wondered what she would be telling Wendy about this weekend.

“I think you have me at a disadvantage. The spirit is willing but the flesh is weak.” He reached down and lifted his semi-erect cock gently. “The poor little guy is still tuckered out.”

“Aww. Let me kiss it and make it better.” She came to him and knelt into the sandy path before him. Suzanne reached out and caressed his member, getting her first close-up look at it. Even semi-hard, it was magnificent. Circumcised, bulbous and veiny, his cock could be a model for dildos everywhere. She could imagine making a mold of this one herself.

She let her fingers explore the ball-sack below. Gently, she felt the outlines of his testes, the size of small eggs. Her hand moved up to his cock. She was fascinated by it. To think that it had thrust into her hot wet core twice in the last twelve hours! And there was more to come, she was sure.

Opening her mouth, she let her tongue lick the tip. Brian shivered. “Oh, baby. You’d better be careful. You might start something you’re not prepared to finish.”

Suzanne could feel his cock swell in her hand already. “I sense a rallying of the troops,” she breathed before taking the bulbous head into her mouth. She caressed it with her lips and tongue, delighted to find it growing further. She could feel her own wetness spreading along her slit. She reached down with one hand, completely unabashed, and began to coax her tender clit from its sheath.

She pulled back just enough to speak. “I’m a bit sore myself. We should probably stop.” When Brian didn’t say anything, Suzanne decided that she didn’t want to stop, either. She took the head of his cock back into her mouth and licked the sweet nectar from its tip.

That brought a reaction from Brian. “Ohhh,” he said. “I think the captor has become the captive.”

Suzanne smiled inwardly and took more of him into her mouth. Her tongue flicked at the underside of his cock. He was almost fully erect now. She imagined his cock like an elaborate machine—“Little men” running around, opening valves and shouting orders, trying to get the huge cock erect yet again. “We can’t, Captain, we don’na have the reserves!” the engineer would plead, only to be countermanded by the brain: “I’ve got to have more power, Scotty! Our reputation is at stake!”

Suzanne, who had learned how to deep-throat with the best of the sorority sisters in college, opened her throat to accept Brian’s cock, grabbing his thighs to pull herself against him. Back and forth she moved her mouth, feeling his pleasure building.

She loved giving this man pleasure, feeling him helpless in her grasp, enjoying her technique. She sucked him harder now, and could tell he was fully erect by the way his cock fit into her mouth.

Suddenly, he grabbed the back of her head and gave an inarticulate cry. Suzanne felt his cock pump powerfully, sending warm seed into her throat. She pulled back and swallowed it quickly, relishing the taste of him, happy to have been able to coax another orgasm from his tired body.

She let his limp cock fall from her mouth. She looked up into Brian’s eyes. “See what happens when you catch the girl you’re chasing?”

Brian gasped. “That’s it! I’ll never make love again! I’m all worn out.” He pulled her to her feet and hugged her fiercely. “God, woman, you’re incredible. And insatiable.”

Suzanne felt just right in his arms. So safe and loved. She had doubted it would’ve ever happened. Now, thanks to Wendy, she was here in this wonderful man’s arms, feeling loved like she’d never felt before.

“Come on,” she said, putting her shoulder under his arm and reaching around his back to support him. “I’ll carry you home.”

He laughed and they walked up the trail together. When they reached the main path, they turned left. Brian stopped and took her face into both his hands. “I’m having a great time.” He kissed her. “And it’s only Saturday. We have the rest of the weekend to enjoy each other’s company.”

“It might take that long for you to recover!” she teased. “But don’t worry—”

A movement caught her eye. She looked past Brian, her face changing from love to horror. Brian, seeing her expression, spun around to follow her gaze. Suzanne put her hand up to her mouth and stifled a scream.

Sam Carlucci, her ex-husband, the man who was supposed to be in jail, came walking down the sandy path toward them. In his right hand, he held an ugly black pistol.

“Well, well, what do we have here,” he said. “Looks like a nature walk at the nudist colony.”

Suzanne suddenly felt very exposed. Instinctively, she covered her groin.

Sam laughed. “Hey! What’s the matter? You know how many times I saw you naked? How many times we made love? Don’t get shy on me now or I’m liable to demand my marital rights, if ya know what I mean.”

Brian’s head swiveled around to Suzanne. “You know him?”