Red Orchids Ch. 02

Marlene leaned forward and kissed him. Her lips pressed against his with a firm wetness and he embraced her. Her breasts were heavy on his chest and neck as she slipped her tongue into his mouth and caressed him with a slow, deliberate pace. He ran his hands along the slope of her back and to the beginning of her ass. His fingers slid past her waistband and into her panties. Their breathing was becoming rapid and lustful as the intensity of the kiss grew more urgent.

"I know you're married, Professor," she broke the kiss for a moment and sat back, looking at him, "But for tonight, you're not. Tonight we're making a deal..."

Mark was beyond anything but complete agreement, "Okay."

Marlene undid his tie and draped it around her neck, the ends falling in between her large tits. She unbuttoned his dress shirt one button at a time as she spoke, "Tonight, I will do anything you want..."

She undid the second button down.

"I'll suck your cock if you want me to..."

She undid the third button down.

"I'll let you fuck my tits..."

Marlene undid the fourth button down and pushed his shirt open, revealing his muscular chest. Mark gasped as she ran her fingernails over his nipples.

"I'll let you put your dick right in between them and let you fuck them 'til you cum... you can cum all over my body..." she smiled and then undid the fifth button.

"Oh God," he whispered.

"... I'll let you fuck my mouth..."

The sixth button came undone, opening his shirt wide.

"...I'll let you fuck my cunt..."

She unbuckled his belt and smiled devilishly at him.

"...I'll let you fuck my ass, Mark..."

Mark was ready come, and he knew it would happen soon. He fought off the inevitable.

"... and I'll enjoy every moment of it..."

Marlene opened his fly and pulled the zipper down with deliberate patience and reserve. The head of his swollen member was poking out from under the waistband of his boxer shorts, purple and throbbing. She gripped the waistband of the boxers and began pulling down, revealing his thick cock inch by inch. She saw a bubble of pre-cum forming at the tip, glistening and inviting.

"In return," Marlene said as she stood up and then positioned herself between his legs as she pulled his pants and boxers off, "You give me an A-plus on this final and a letter of recommendation that'll make me look so good no one will even think twice about awarding me my scholarship."

Mark barely heard her words as she lowered herself between his legs and wrapped her fingers around his long shaft, but nodded anyway. She began stroking him up and down, letting her palm pass over his bulbous head and smear the pre-cum around, creating a wet friction that made Mark gasp. She cupped his balls in the other hand and gently began kneading his testicles together. Mark was dimly aware his shirt hand fallen off his shoulders and was now bunched up around his strong arms.

"Yes," Mark moaned as Marlene sucked the head of his cock into her mouth, letting her hot tongue swirl and tease his hyper-sensitive member. He gripped his chair until his knuckles turned white, his face contorted into a pleasure-induced grimace. She worked her tongue around his shaft in a way that no one ever had before, somehow managing to deep throat all ten inches of his thick cock in a matter of seconds.

He could feel the orgasm building up, rushing towards the climax. He wanted to last longer, but relaxed in the knowledge that the night was young. He was determined to make her work for the grade, to earn that A-plus and make it her own. Who was he to impede the progress of such an ambitious woman? Who was he to ignore the plight of such a promising young student?

He suddenly felt her index finger slide into his ass and begin stimulating him internally. He moaned and jumped reflexively as she sucked him off. Marlene slurped and sucked on his rod, being as loud and as obvious as she could be. She groaned into his cock, letting the vibrations from her larynx jolt his penis.

Mark smiled, completely lost in the sensations. Who was he to say no?

The phone rang five times before Mark even became aware of it, and when the machine clicked on, he only cried out and released his load into her mouth.

***

Ellen sat alone in the master bedroom, sitting with her legs crossed and a sick feeling in her stomach. The phone rang for a fourth time, and she began to worry. She tried to tell herself that maybe he was talking to a fellow teacher, maybe Carl Talbot or Jerry Sinclair. Some windbag was talking his ear off about God knows what and preventing him from picking up the phone. Or maybe he had walked down the hall to the vending machine and gotten himself a late night snack. It was certainly possible.

"Come on, Mark," she whispered. Ellen glanced at the alarm clock on her side of the bed and found it was only seven-thirty.

The phone rang for the fifth time and the machine picked up, intoning a message she had become more accustomed to hearing her husband say than "I love you":

"Hi, you've reached the machine for Mark Gordian. I'm not at the desk to take your call right now, but please leave your name and number and I'll get right back to you. If this is a student, please leave the name and time of the class you attend as well. Thank you."

BEEP!

Ellen squeezed the receiver and said, "Hey Mark, it's me. I just wanted to check in with you and make sure everything was okay. I'm making Lemon Chicken for you tonight around ten and I just wanted to see when you thought you might be here... anyway, call me back. I love you."

Ellen placed the phone back in its cradle and leaned back against her pillows. She knew he wasn't out getting candy from the vending machine. He never ate sweets. The man was a fitness nut, a fact he constantly touted across the house as a boast for him and a suggestion for her.

"Maybe he's in the bathroom," she said to herself.

That had to be it.

Ellen went back downstairs.

***

"Lemon Chicken?" Marlene asked as she licked a long, stringy rope of Mark's cum from her bottom lip. She had managed to swallow most of his first load, but some of it had slipped out and oozed down her chin.

"She makes a mean Lemon Chicken," Mark huffed as he watched her stand up and begin undoing her jeans.

"I have something else you might like," she teased and unzipped her pants, letting them fall to the floor. Her thighs were tight and firm as she kicked the garment away. She ran her fingers over her pussy through her panties and smiled. "It's not Lemon Chicken..."

"Really?" Mark raised an inquisitive brow as he took his shirt off the rest of the way and tossed it aside. He quickly slipped out of his loafers and pulled his socks off as she slowly swayed in front of him, enticing him by pulling at her thin, flimsy black panties. She turned around and gave him a great view of her ass. The g-string allowed him an unbiased view of her perfect buttocks, firm and deliciously round.

"But I taste so much better," she purred and faced him again. She leaned forward, her breasts swinging gently and causing his cock to stir again, and pulled down her panties. She slid them off gently, again taking care and precision in her movements. She was so precise with her gyrations and motions as she slid them down past her knees, her toned calves and the finally her feet that Mark thought she might be some sexed-up robot.. She stood up and stepped out of them.

Mark was pleased to find that she indeed did shave her pussy. The delicate mound was moist and glistening in the lamplight, her lips looking impossibly full and inviting. Marlene walked up beside him as he sat in the chair and then raised her leg up like a ballerina. Keeping her right foot planted firmly on the hardwood floor, she rested her left leg on his right shoulder. This brought her pussy directly level with his face. Mark ran his hands along her legs, feeling their silky smoothness as he inhaled her scent deeply.

"Make me cum," she whispered and ran a hand through his hair, "Make me cum hard, Mark."

Mark gently kissed her outer lips, taking a moment to take in the taste of her sex with one long slow lick across the slit. She was sweet, a welcome change from the familiar bittersweet tang of Ellen's cunt. Marlene was young and fresh, her nectar vital and almost intoxicating. Mark grasped her buttocks and began licking her cunt, flicking his tongue in and out slowly, turning the tables and teasing her for a change.

Marlene murmured under her breath as he stimulated her, her hands finding their way to her heavy breasts. She massaged them gently and tweaked her nipples as Mark worked his tongue into her, lowering himself down slightly to get a better angle. She felt almost lightheaded as he worked his expert tongue over clit, swirling it and then beginning to flick it alternately. She bit her lip as he suckled on her sensitive button, coaxing it out of hiding and baiting it for the attack.

"Oh fuck yeah," she breathed.

***

Ellen had finally put Maddie to bed by the time eight thirty rolled around. As per usual, the little girl waited by the front door for her father and was profoundly saddened when she realized she was being put to bed before daddy got home. Ellen had tried to cheer her through a barrage of tickles, making fart sounds on her stomach and chubby little cheeks, but Maddie still had a sad empty look despite her laughter. The one and a half year old was so intuitive about things. Ellen felt like crying as she watched her looking at the door from the top of the stairs as she led her to her room.

"Da?" she pointed one small finger at the entry, her large blue eyes looking hopeful.

"Not yet, baby," Ellen smiled and scooped her up. She was getting heavier now, no longer the tiny infant they'd brought home from the hospital an eternity ago. Her hair was growing in slowly and she was sporting a baby mullet for what it was worth. A thick handful of blonde hair along with her eyes and lips had been Ellen's gift to the baby. She looked at her for a moment, trying to see some of Mark's features in the child's face. She thought some times she could see his nose there, but then Maddie would move, the light would change and the resemblance was gone.

The baby rested her head on Ellen's shoulder and patted her back. She smiled and felt tears stinging her eyes again. She cursed the damn things and tried to hold them back as she carried Maddie to her room. The door opened quietly and she navigated her way past her SpongeBob SquarePants table and chairs, her "Star Wars" toys and stuffed animals to her bed. Maddie was already quite the tomboy, preferring action figures of Luke Skywalker to Malibu Barbie any day. She lifted her over the rails of the bed and laid her gently down, brushing fine wisps hair out of her face. Maddie smiled and spoke something to her in baby babble. She had no clue what she saying, but from the tone she gathered it was something to be taken seriously. Maddie finished the speech and smiled, revealing her still emerging baby teeth.

"Sounds good to me, Missy," Ellen leaned down and kissed the baby's forehead.

Maddie giggled and babbled again, prompting a laugh from her.

This baby showed her more compassion and kindness than the man who helped make her. She felt both sad and happy at the same time, the combination of those two emotions hurting her so deeply she could only kiss her daughter on the cheek and turn on the Spider-Man nightlight. She left the room quietly as she suckled on her tippy-cup, her content slurping noises indicating she was set for the evening. She left the door open so that only a narrow sliver of the room was visible from the hallway.

Ellen returned to the master bedroom and opened the closet. The sliding door rolled open and she sorted through the massive collection of clothes she had hanging there. As she picked through her outfits, she thought of this morning again. She thought of how angry Mark had become over her simple observation, over her bringing up a simple concern. Had she been wrong for bringing it up to him? Was how she felt so invalid, or was she being as ridiculous as he seemed to think?

'What will he say when you tell him you're back to work, that's the question...' she reminded herself.

All she really wanted for things to go back to the way they had been in the beginning, before he got so wrapped up in his work, before he lost interest in family... before he lost interest in her. She could remember how they would wake up in the middle of the night sometimes and just start going at it. She would roll over and feel his hard cock pressed against her buttocks and that would be it. They'd be fucking until dawn.

But now?

Ellen pulled out her red lacy nightgown draped it out across the flowery comforter on covering the bed. This was the gown that hugged her tits and made her shape seem so much more streamlined than it really was. It was a sexy Fredrick's of Hollywood number that she had ordered shortly before Maddie was conceived. Sex had become something rarity in the house as they hit their eighth year of wedlock, and while she felt the tremors of this unbalanced equation daily, Mark it seemed did not. As she got older, her sex drive seemed to double. And Mark's seemed to just evaporate and go the same way his kindness and affection did.

Ellen took off her clothes and stood in front of the long, elegant mirror by her dresser. She turned sideways and looked herself over, holding her naked C-cup breasts in her hands. They had sagged a little and she was woman enough to admit it, but they weren't bouncing off her knees either. And yes, ladies and gentleman, Ellen Gordian had lost that once taut midriff in favor of a slightly used belly courtesy of her little miracle Maddie Gordian. The stretch marks she had gotten from the pregnancy had all but disappeared in the last few month, turning from the deep angry purple she had first been shocked by to a more manageable silvery distortion on her belly.

'But hey,' she thought as she turned and looked at her ass, 'I still got a great can.'

She supposed she was now in that age bracket euphemistically called "middle aged." Sheila had once said that middle-age was defined as being between thirty and fifty, a twenty year joy ride that mourned youth and dreaded senility. She thought it was a shitty sentiment then when she had first heard it, and she was even more convinced that it was a shitty sentiment now upon reflection. She was only thirty-one, and though her husband hadn't done much to make her feel any different, she knew she wasn't old yet. Old was when you got too tired to go do the things you loved to do when you were twenty, old was when you were too out of shape to wrestle with your kids and old was when it came time to take a piss you had to rely on adult versions of Pampers.

No, she was not old yet, no matter what anyone might think.

Ellen slipped on the nighty and adjusted her breasts into the silky red cups. She looked at her self and slid her hands up and down her torso, feeling good about herself for the first time all day. She pulled her hair back and smiled at her reflection, looking into her own bright blue eyes. She pouted her lips out and did her best sexy look, feeling wonderfully aroused and self-conscious at the same time.

"Time to shave," she told her mirror image and pulled up the criminally short skirt of the nightgown. Her pussy was only covered in a couple days growth, but she decided that she would shave her crotch down clean as she would later do her legs. She knew how much Mark loved a shaved pussy, and tonight she meant to give him exactly that.

***

Marlene was now on her back, lying on the desk with her legs draped over Mark's powerful shoulders. She was struggling to keep her moans and cries of pleasure to a dim roar as he mercilessly tongued her clit. Mark simultaneously pinched and worked her nipples over, rolling them and keeping pace with tongue. Her legs tightened around his neck and she felt the orgasm beginning to rise and crest like tidal wave deep inside her. She had only expected to have the good professor for fifteen minutes tonight, and with that she would have been content. But she was thrilled to find him not only willing to go down on her, but also to whole-heartedly devote a full half hour to it.

Marlene thought for sure she would have cum fifteen minutes ago, but the way he was eating her out was a slow burn, a steady build-up to an awesome climax that until tonight she wouldn't have thought possible. She was swimming in a delirious state of euphoria as his tongue flicked her clit, teasing her, bringing her closer to her climax. She knew it was going to be hard, and that it would be intense. It almost felt like a fire burning out of control inside her, scorching her stomach as Mark fanned the flames.

"Oh fuck Mark," she whimpered as he pulled at her nipples and then pinched hard. Marlene gasped at the sudden inclusion of this erotic pain in her breasts. Her mouth was gaped wide open as she sucked in air rapidly, her eyes rolled back in her head. Her hips were beginning to thrust against his tongue as purely animal instincts told her body that it was time, that it was time to quench this thirst.

"Oh fuck baby yeah," she moaned and gripped the edges of his desk. It was coming up fast, growing bigger and more overwhelming as she braced herself. Mark only quickened his pace, now working in a frenzy over her clit, suckling, nibbling and flicking. Her pussy spasmed suddenly and the wave crashed through her body. Marlene tensed and went rigid as her orgasm swept her away. She cried out in a long, lustful moan that could not be held back any longer, the vocalization of her reaching a new plateau.

"Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes," she whispered breathlessly, her eyes closed and a thin film of sweat covering her voluptuous body.

"You like that?" Mark asked, his tongue sore and tired.

"Fuck yeah," she managed as she tried to catch her breath.

The phone rang again and startled them both.

The machine picked up and Mark recognized the voice of Henry Tyler, his best friend since grad school.

"Hey Mark, you there? Hello? (pause) Okay then, just wanted to check in and see when you wanted to go hit the green again. See you tomorrow. Bye."

BEEP!

"You play golf?" Marlene asked as she gently massaged her swollen clit.

"Just as an escape from my wife," Mark winked and crawled up onto the desk top with her, spreading her legs apart again with his thigh.

"Nice," she whispered as his stony length tickled her inner thigh.

"Oh," Mark smiled, "You do taste better than Lemon Chicken."

Mark looked at the clock and saw it was now nine o'clock.

'Fuck it, break the lock,' he thought to himself.

***

Ellen had slipped on her black, silky robe over the red nightie after she finished shaving and went downstairs to cook their romantic dinner. She painted her lips a deep maroon and lightly shadowed her eyes. Her hair was pulled back into an elegantly simple French look, allowing one small curl of hair to hang down by each of her ears. Cooking the chicken was simple, and she had found out early on that when it came to Mark, his love of Lemon Chicken was the only simple thing about him.

As she prepared the sauce to marinate the chicken, the phone rang.

"Hello?" she answered politely, fully expecting Mark to be on the other end. As she pulled the frozen chicken breasts out of the freezer, she realized it wasn't Mark. Something just told her that instinctively, even before the caller spoke. She looked down at the chicken breasts. Another constant about Mark that could always be counted on; he was a breast man. Chicken, women... it didn't matter. He loved breasts.

"Hey Ellen," Henry Tyler said, "How are you?"

"Henry, hello. I'm fine," she smiled, pushing her disappointment back. He was the only one of Mark's friends from work that she could even stand, let alone talk to on the phone. She turned on the stove and asked, "And yourself?"