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Click hereHis tongue tip worked between her lips, adding his saliva to her natural essence, questing for and then finding her clit. Lightly, he teased her nub with just the very tip of his pointed tongue, feeling her shiver and gasp as he increased the pressure and tempo of his attentions. Judging the time to be right, Frank sucked her clit into his mouth, gratified by her hardness, her taste and the sudden screech that issued from her mouth that seemed to be remote from his vantage point. Her knees jerked up, altering his angle somewhat and needing an adjustment from him. Finding the right position, Frank once again sucked her into his mouth, between his teeth and began to flick his tongue tip over the sensitive nub. Jean gasped and shivered her breathing rapid and shallow between clenched teeth. Without thought, her legs opened wider, as far apart as possible to allow him full access. The pleasure his mouth was giving her was electric, all consuming, an endless high that had her panting and coming in wave over wave of delirious, nerve jangling euphoria. The she did something that she had never managed before, the pleasure was so intense, she came in a torrent of amber fluid, coating his face in her warm excretion. She cried out at the total ecstasy of the moment and grasped his head in claw like hands to force him deeper into her cunt. He ignored her condition, just continued to punish her clit until she shuddered a second time, forcing him to swallow her come or let it dribble to soak his knees.
Jean could hardly breathe; the effort of automotive response and the intensity of her orgasm confused her brain into making mistakes. Sensing her predicament, Frank withdrew from her clit, but only far enough to then bury his tongue into her wanting cunt. Slowly, he worked it building into a regular rhythm that allowed her to calm, before taking her to another, but different orgasm. The stimulation was quite different from that of her clit, but no less pleasurable. Fairly shortly, the pressure of another devastating climax built in her abdomen until it over spilled with a third flush of her come.
She was in no condition to continue for the moment and needed to rest. Frank lay beside her on the bed, crooking her head on his elbow, running his free hand over her breasts, marvelling at the hardness of her nipples and the smoothness of her alabaster like skin. He kissed her mouth and ran his tongue over her parted lips. They were dry from the incessant gasping of their sex. Wordlessly, Frank extricated himself from under her head, got up from the bed and fetched a glass of water from the mini-bar. He offered the glass to Jean who took it gratefully and gulped a mouthful then licked her lips.
He clambered back onto the bed as she reached across to put the glass on the side table. Her back was turned to him; he noticed the freckles across her shoulders, the muscles under her taught skin. He traced a finger over the humps of her backbone and watched the shiver it produced. He pushed her gently a little more so that she was lying completely on her side. He caressed her back, his hands travelling over her smooth, cool skin to her hips, then back to the nape of her neck. Unhurriedly, he shuffled across the bed so that his cock rested in the cleft of her buttocks. His arm slipped under her neck while his other hand reached around and found her nipples. His hardness restored, Frank slipped his cock between her buttocks as she bent at the waist to fit against him in a foetal position.
He eased her cheeks apart until his cock was positioned, then with a deliberately slow pelvic thrust; he pushed his cock head into her cunt and was rewarded with a wriggle of her hips to help him. Frank fucked her lying sidewise slowly, while Jean pushed back on him, helping to make his thrusting reach deeper into her body. It was an easy rhythm, comfortable, something they could both keep up without it bringing them too close to orgasm. He stroked her hair, shoulders and back as his cock thrust into her, he marvelled at her beauty, at the smoothness of her flawless skin, at the litheness of her body.
Easily, he flipped her over so that, they remained in coitus, she lay with her back on his chest, her legs parted to either side of his. It allowed Frank to explore her stomach, her breasts and then a finger against her clit. At this touch, the comfortable rhythm increased to a wild rut she approached a rapid climax. Frank reached around to find one of her hands. He grasped her left hand and guided it to her soaked sex. Dexterously, he manipulated one of her fingers out and positioned the pad of it on her clit. With little encouragement, Jean rubbed and pinched her self while he continued to tease her nipples and fuck her from behind.
In a manner, Jean felt trapped, lying prostrate on top of him with her back on his chest, her legs, uselessly parted on either side of him; impaled on his thrusting cock. Her own fingers teasing her clit, the arm attached trapped by his arm as it encircled her. Her breasts at the mercy of his kneading hands and pinching fingers, her head resting against his cheek; the trapped feeling added to her enjoyment, she was aware of the now, familiar feeling of pressure of another devastating orgasm. She worked her clit harder, rubbing as hard and fast as she dared, all the time, feeling the onrush of her climax.
It hit her suddenly, the sudden confounding of nerves, the rush from her body of her come, the inability to control her arms and legs as the totally encompassing feeling washed over her. Her knees drew up to her chest, forcing Frank from her body as a stream of golden come squirted from her body in a parabolic arc to splash on the floor.
Jean settled in diminishing shudders while Frank stroked her shoulders. She wanted him to come, she wanted him to complete as she had so many times over the last few hours, and she determined that she would take him to completion in her mouth. Decision made and control of her limbs regained, Jean twisted around, kissed Frank on his lips then wriggled down the bed to engulf his wonderful cock.
It was her intention that he would come in her throat as deep as he had been before, but she knew that having him so deep could only be a fairly short thing before the need to breathe took over, so she grasped him in her hand and slowly began to work him. If she could get him close and then swallow him, she might, if she timed it right, get her reward.
Jean knelt alongside him, studying his rigid cock as she pumped him in her hand. She hadn't realised just how big he was perhaps ten inches or so, more than she had thought. Frank moaned; he was getting closer; his cock was rock hard in her hand. Judging the time to be right, Jean bent at the waist and licked the pre-come from his slit. It was slightly salty to taste. Then she parted her lips and sucked his head between her teeth while her hand continued to pump him. She slowly sunk onto his hardness, allowing him to enter her little by little, she formed an 'O' with thumb and forefinger so that she could still work him while most of his cock was now in her mouth. Frank mini-thrust, not wanting to drive himself too deeply into her and spoil the magic she was performing. Jean sensed his need, knowing that it was the precursor to his climax, she stopped wanking him, instead; she slipped him from her mouth, then sucked him deep into her, lifted a little then descended to allow more of him to enter her mouth, taking him deeper and deeper. Jean took a deep breath and with only a few more of these mouth fucks, she had him completely down her throat, pleased that she had taken the time to do it at her pace, his cock was twitching violently. Jean fucked him into her throat, his pubic hair rammed against her nose. With a few more bobs of her head, she felt his first spurt of come hit the back of her throat. Now she thought, and buried him all the way into her. His seed spurted in long spasms as she kept him as deep as his length would allow; Frank yelled and screeched as his cock exploded it's spend into Jean.
They lay entwined and slept the sleep of the sated for an hour. Jean woke first, found the shower and cleaned herself of the stink of sex. She felt totally satisfied; felt absolutely no remorse, no guilt, even pleased with her self. She dried and then dressed slowly, touching herself as she did so, relishing the delicious thrill of the memory of what she and Frank had done. Jean had never had such an all-consuming climax before; having several in the same day was just fantastic, beyond belief.
Frank woke as Jean emerged from the bathroom.
"Thank you Jean; you are a remarkable woman; I can honestly say that was the best I have ever enjoyed." The sincerity of his words was echoed in his eyes that took her in all over again.
"No; thank you Frank. I have never known sex could be like that, have never felt so switched on. It is me who should be thanking you." She walked over to the bedside and kissed him goodbye.
"Goodbye Frank. Thank you." With that, she picked up her bag and slipped out of the hotel room to return to her life that was going to be very different now. She had a ticket in the windscreen of her car, but it didn't matter, pretty soon, she would pay her own parking fines.
- COMMENTS
Anonymous3 months agoThis is a story of a woman who finds the courage and determination to declare she deserves better than her current circumstances. In other words, the MC becomes empowered to address the primary problems in her life. Why not portray her as doing so in a way that demonstrates her self respect and reflects the fact she does, in fact, deserve better?
Anonymousalmost 3 years agoThanks, I really enjoyed this. I love stories where they leave me wanting more
Anonymousabout 3 years agoI see your stories were 1-bombed. It all comes from one religious retard pretending to be a crowd of hundreds. He posts multiple votes and comments from "Anonymous" or fake bios under the handles
26thNC, Harry inVA, thecarolinadreamer, Lakeeriegoatguy, KittyCampbell, Mattenw, ShadowRosie, WarGamer, Impo_58, Impo_61, Impo_64 etc., also possbly Rw43, Odiouser and Patillie among others.
This person votes multiple 5's to put a mediocre author in hall of fame for his revenge stories cutting off nuts etc., and gushes over these stories with comments like a sissy cuck wannabe. Then he 1-bomb's any good stories that express sexuality or cheating.
You will find repetitive comments from this person across 50% of the writers/stories in the LW category - "idiot", "garbage", "sewer", "fag", "worst writing" etc. - how can they all be the worst stories or worst writing?
In one of the bios and comments this person claims he was cucked twice but I suspect he never had sex with a woman at all and his comments express a lot of anger towards women, calling them garbage cans.
By the way, this person is a Trumpite running the same play book as Trump and his child molester fakes like Matt Gaetz - they claim to represent 90% of the people as a "majority" but it is just one person trying to destroy the world.
You can argue whether Trump is a cheat and a liar, a Russian agent or led a revolt, but one thing for sure: this Trumpite tried to shit all over your story. I would not have characterized myself as a Democratic voter, but for the next couple of elections I will vote against all the Republicans. That's the best way to vote where it makes a difference.
Anonymousover 3 years agoIncredibly well written. For the “morality” police, a husband who demeans his wife the way that her’s did shouldn’t be surprised if she looks outside of the marriage for someone who appreciates her.
Just_Wordsover 4 years agoHer marriage could be fixed with communication and the desire to be a part of one another's lives. I'm betting she loses much more than she gains. Well told.
rightbankover 9 years agoof the end of a marriage.
I have come away from the story with feelings similar to those she must have had in her life, hollow, empty, and unsatisfied.
imhaplessabout 11 years agoI agree with ythebadger; the story had good sex and was entertaining -- what more is necessary?
Anonymousover 11 years agoMan, now thats the pot calling the kettle black. You're one of the biggest haters here. You bitch about everybody's writing and you don't write shit. Your the worst kind of commentor, your a pussy.
ythebadgerover 11 years agoIn particular, the narrow minded, black & white views that any story in which a wife seeks some satisfaction in her life - which her self-absorbed husband clearly fails to provide - is beneath contempt. I have a feeling that the same 'reviewers' are the ones who gloat with satisfaction when a mistreated husband gets to enjoy himself with a willing substitute partner.
Anyway, the moral issue shouldn't be allowed to interfere with the enjoyment of the story. It's a well-told portrait of dissatisfaction arising from someone taking their partner for granted which, in itself, is a form of abuse. Submit to a life of grinding drudgery, or do 'something' to change it? And the 'something' wasn't that brief interlude in a hotel room - that was only a small part of it. The real 'something' was a determination to take control of her own life rather than continue beneath the thumb of a controlling and uncaring partner.
This was a well-written story (people who attacked the use of semi-colons are simply grammar-nazis because it didn't interrupt the flow in any way whatsoever!) that captured the essence of an ordinary woman trying to bring some meaning and purpose into her life. Extremely enjoyable.
Anonymousabout 16 years agoShe isnt a mother, nor a wife. She cares little for her family or for her husband. Truth be told it appears she cares little for herself having sex in a hotel with no one knowing with a stranger. She doesnt have a physical safety net, nor medical knowledge. To put it quite bluntly she is a low class slut with no morals, ethics, nor brains. Best thing she could do is run off and file for divorce from her husband and allow her family to lead a more normal life without her. One could be sure with a real man who works for his family, she would be thrown out of the house once he knows what she really feels for him and what she really is.
Anonymousalmost 17 years agoa slutwhore with another man while she was married.it's alway green on the other side to you get there.pity and selfish b/s.one fuck and she give up everything,do hubby a favor go the hell on your way.what husband want a stupid woman for his wife.
KOLKOREover 17 years agoHere is the Part about Bill: “he always went over the top if she collected a fine. It inevitably led into a row that ended incomplete when he shut down at her mention of some independence, a bank account of her own perhaps, a life that wasn't solely wrapped around him and the kids. Bill couldn't see that Jean needed something else, something that took her away from the house, away from family matters, away from total immersion; he refused to believe she would need to be someone other than Misses Gallaher, house wife; he would refuse to continue the argument as soon as she got into that area, would turn his back or simply walk out of the room.”
IMO it is not difficult to see that both from the POV of the husband who wanted to keep her “in a box”, and in terms of the communication, the wife was put in a very bad place. But the crunch is: “He would refuse to continue the argument as soon as she got into the area…… turn his back or simply walk out of the room “. The latter is the worst. No matter the subject, you don’t show this kind of contempt to someone you love.
Thank you Metzov for indulging me. Thank you author for your participation and hosting a discussion which only online sites like Literotica can provide.
In response to previous comment, when I said that this author writes very well, It was a reference to his ability to tell a story, not to the lack of grammatical mistakes.
Anonymousover 17 years agoat the people that consider this well written.
For example:
- Numerous misuse of punctuation - especially the overuse and random placement of semicolons
- the guideline for paragraphs for online reading is no more than eight lines
- misuse of quotation marks
- way too many run on sentences
- single quotes should only be used within double quotes
- improper format of ellipsis
All of which could be forgiven if the story were interesting.
Hey! Get an editor!
Anonymousover 17 years agoA 100 for wordsmithing ability and a minus 75 for content.
It isn't a moral position. It is a reaction to her selfishness and disrespect for her family and particularly the writers choice to have her walk away unscathed with coy intention to play again - rather than talk or divorce the uninformed rube.
These wifely stories are usually based on the large percentage of life so we can relate to them. Some are so absurd they greatly intend to offend. In either case if there is no respect or self respect or consequence the story isn't reflective of life's normality which was the foundation for the story.
Here there is no meaningful penalty for a writers non-acceptance as even comments can be deleted or not allowed. So in a sense this is a false arena and a misleading one to base comparison with or whether to go forth into the publishing world where the profit of acceptance drives sales and continuance.
Here a writer may strive for "H"s or general appreciation but some only wish to aggravate or stir excitement not arousal's and the "0"s piled up 1 upon all like others doesn't diminish their prolific ardor or increase their want to improve either their abilities or customer [reader]acceptance.
In a word, there is no more misleading theme than Loving Wives. It can start one way and convolute or morph into the weird or freaky then come back to earthlike reality or not. This leaves semi-normal readers here for fair arousal, consequence or entertainment in a quandary. Not say anything which is quiet approval or voiceword their feelings for writer consumption. Each is free speech and can be useful or not.
Comments can be the quiet currancy of approval for the writers ability and content but not just exclusively one or the other.
Enough
Metzovover 17 years agoI hated what she did, But by the end of the story I could have cared less about her one way or the other, I thought if I knew more about him I might have felt some pity for the husband. When I finish a story and find it left me feeling almost nothing for anyone in it then it's going to get a 1.
I see you have a different take on the wife then I have KORKORE. You seem to see a woman that has tried to communicate with a husband that won't listen and that led to a breakdown in the marriage that in turn led to her straying.
I see a self martyred woman that only cares for herself. The story starts with her husband missing her signal (a squeeze on his arm? What's that mean) then gos on to her lazy kids. If she keeps going back to wake her son up why should he get up when she first calls him, And why wouldn't the kids leave a mess if she lets them get away with it?
KORKORE you said she had tried to communicate repeatedly with her husband only to have him turn and walk away. I have a different take. What I read said he walked not when they were talking. Not when they were communicating, But when they were fighting about her wanting her own money (just how many tickets did she get to make this such a problem and why is it so hard for her to park legally?). From what I've read of her when she gets a job and starts to earn money of her own it will be just that. Money of her own while her husbands earnings will be "our money". I didn't see anything in the story about her husband having his own money that she doesnt know how he's spending. If that's the case he would be in the wrong and I would have thought the author would have had her point it out.
Then we get to a real telling part of the story for me. When her friend she considered more like a sister calls to say she can't make it because something has come up at the last minute is she understanding? Is she concerned that her friend may have a problem? Nope not a thought for her friend. Just more poor me no one thinks about my feelings.
When we get to the cheating I could go on for a long time about her lack of any feelings for anyone but herself, But by then I really didn't care if she was found out or contracted a STD or nothing happened to her. I might have cared about her family if the author had spent any time on them.
Finally I'd like to point out that she didn't want to get a job to try to grow and become a better person that she could share with her family. Her reasons were to make her own money that she wouldn't have to account for and separate herself from her family.
Robin Pover 17 years agoAuthorRarely has any of my attempts at entertainment evoked such a response or topic of argument.
The heroine in this story, was at such a place in her life, where she either breaks out, or stagnates for the remaining years she has left. She had tried on several occasions to talk to her husband who's reaction was to blank the subject entirely.
Human nature dictates that we make choices, in this case, her choices were; dwindle into nothingness or make a life outside of the marital home.
The brief liaison, coming at a time when her life was on the cusp of radical change, could be considered pure chance really. His arrival comes at a time when her defenses are down and is out of character. Certainly, she had not gone out with the intention.
None of us are that secure that the chance of stepping into a liaison is completely out of the realms of possibility. Indeed, at a low point in my life, it happened to me and I was the most surprised.
I walked away from a thirty year marriage that had been loving and secure, but circumstances outside of the marriage changed, causing a fundemental alteration to my usual equilibrium. It was at that time I met a woman who just managed to get under the defenses and took my breath away. I am pleased to say that it is all resolved now and not something I am proud of, but the fact remains, we are all vulnerable at some point in our life.
Was that being the male equivelent of a slut? Or, was it the product of circumstance?
Many thanks for all of your comments both fore and agin. I have deleted one or two who were extremely rude and could not be bothered to attach their name. I have no regard for those, but anyone who does post their name with whatever comment will stay and be included in these thanks.
Robin.
