Adventures Of A Bride Ch. 04

When Colin arrived back from his golf game I was anxious to leave. Even though I had truly enjoyed our honeymoon and felt very close to Colin, there had been just too much of everything since the wedding and there was that reoccurring, nagging question about something going on in my life that I was unaware of. He sat on the bed and pulled me close, letting his hand slide up my shorts. He let out a low whistle and said, “Wow, are you ever wet!” I know he thought the dampness was for him but I knew better. I had just been aroused to a fever pitch and it just wouldn’t go away, my hand slipping down at times to quiet the itch, yet not being able to erase the excitement of what I’d witnessed.

As much as I hated to admit it, Keith had exploded into my life, becoming much more of a factor than I could have ever imagined. Each time I started thinking about him I became very aroused. I knew that he was aware of what he did to me. I could tell by the look on his face and the knowing look in his eyes as if he’s saying, “You like what I do to you and we both know it!” He definitely had a swagger about him concerning me, and it didn’t help at all that I had seen him naked. His body was nice overall, but what sent the huge jolt straight down through me, making me seep between my legs, was remembering the sight of that massive cock!

Much to my disappointment, Colin asked if we could stay an extra day. He wanted to have an interview with a firm here in Houston and see what they had to offer. He already had offers in the Dallas area but wanted to remain open to any opportunities. Both Keith and Debbie were very happy about the news, with it opening up the rest of the day for a dinner around the pool that we couldn’t have done if we were leaving that day. The day went well, but I felt that all eyes were on me. The attention paid to me by everyone was almost overwhelming, whether it was the skimpy swimsuit I was wearing or because they really were trying to appease me.

When the evening ended Keith and Debbie turned in, leaving the two of us alone in the late hour. Colin guided me into the hot tub as he thought we had the night to ourselves. After a long romantic petting period, he took my suit off. At his insistence, I came out of the tub and sat on the edge, my nipples becoming hard coming out of the heat into the cool air. Using his fingers and then his mouth, he sent me up the ladder, leaving me on the top rung for what seemed forever. He would bring me to the top, tease me on the verge of coming, and then bring me back down only to start all over again.

This was the sweet love that I wanted from my husband, not the explosive illicit sex that had been happening to me lately. I put my hands back behind me to support me and opened my legs wide for his tongue. He would lick and suck me for a while, then pull back and use his hands to keep positioning me so that the dim lighting would illuminate my crotch. “I want to see your clit as it stiffens,” he said. I readily complied, as he would back away a few feet at times and ask me to open it wide for him and rub it a little. Over the period of about thirty minutes, the “rubbing’ I gave myself ran from a few long slow strokes to furious masturbation bringing me to the edge before he would intervene and stop me. I loved it!

Finally, he pulled me back into the tub and had me straddle him, my knees on either side of his legs. He took great caution to have me face a certain way, saying that it had to do with the jet streams of water hitting us. The screwing began and it ranged from slow and easy to torrid. I felt no requirement to be quiet so it was a vocal affair. Since I had already been building to an orgasm for so long, the first few strokes sent me over in a shuddering, noisy climax. Then, at his request, I really slowed it down for him, not wanting to make it end too soon. After a while, my mind drifted back to earlier in the day. With those visions, even the slow strokes sent me past the top, moaning and muttering and pressing my breast in his face.

He encouraged me, asking me to be very vocal and using his hands and mouth to make my body movements exaggerated. It was if he were trying to watch us from afar as I plunged up and down on him in long strokes, my body separated from his and my head thrown back. I’m sure he would have been very disappointed if he knew that my sex drive that night was being fueled with the vision of the two people lying in a near bedroom. Finally, he bucked against me and begged me to drive hard and fast on him. I did, and it was more than enough to finish me off again. It was a real comfort when it was over to know that we had come together as a husband and wife should.

It was just as I started to dismount him that I saw the curtains close on the window just a few feet in front of me.

The next morning Keith was out of the house long before we were up and around. When Colin left for his appointment, Debbie suggested we go out for a while. There were some chores she had to do and she had a dental appointment in the same building that Keith’s office was in. I didn’t want to be too casual so I chose to wear a short skirt and a blouse instead of shorts, with some slightly elevated heels. When we arrived at the building about noon, I was impressed. To be in a suburban location, it was tall and very nice. To my surprise, Debbie suggested that I spend the hour that she had to be at the dentist with Keith and that she would meet up with me later for a late lunch. I was hesitant but what was I to say. We would be at his place of work and there could be no danger. My biggest concern was me just dropping in but Debbie insisted it was fine.

She was right. Keith acted like it would have been a terrible day if I hadn’t showed up as he introduced me to the immediate staff. When Debbie left, Keith guided me to his office. I knew that he was connected and had money, and his office reflected it. I really didn’t know what he did, but the respect he received was evident. He paged his secretary and told her that there were to be absolutely no interruptions until his wife returned. For no reason at all, the call was ominous to me and I started to shake. All at once, we were alone again!

He spent a little time showing me showing me his office and tried to explain what he did. It was plush, to say the least, with a full private bath. One other door led out of the office. He opened it and said that it was his favorite part. I looked in and saw that it was a dark narrow hallway that led to the main one outside his offices. “That’s my escape route,” he said. Since he was one of the original tenants of the building, he had it built in. He explained that only he and Debbie had the keys and he had used it often to leave and come back when everybody thought he was in his office. He gave a mischievous grin and said that Debbie had called ahead and sneaked in for some daylight delight a number of times. I noticed that when we walked away from it he left the door slightly open.

Then, as he was pointing out the view of downtown Houston in the distance, the concerns I had about being behind closed doors became reality. As stood behind me and talked and pointed his right hand slowly started rubbing my arm. I walked away slightly as if I saw something, but was just trying to brush him away. He followed, casually answering my questions, but again with his hands making contact. After a few seconds, I was out of questions and room at one end of the office. His touch left my arm and slid around to my right breast, cupping it with his hand. I said “No, Keith. I don’t want this.” He paid no attention, playing with the nipple and kissing my neck lightly.

I shuddered slightly at the touch of his lips on my neck, involuntarily moving my head towards him as if in approval. That’s how he took it, slipping his other arm from off my shoulder and dropping it down and around my waist, his hand landing on my lower stomach.

The kisses continued, the right hand moving over to my left breast and his left hand gently massaging my lower stomach through the thin skirt, bunching it up slightly as he inched his fingers downward. Turning me around, his arms went around me, pulling me to him for a very long, deep kiss. I was melting fast as it was and when his tongue started exploring mine it shattered the remains of my resistance. I was breathing hard, feeling my heart doing a fluttering beat, and that all too familiar feeling between my legs.

None of these signals went unnoticed with him. Accepting my actions as approval, he picked me up and took me over near the hallway door, placing me on a small plush couch. I glanced into the darkness of the hallway through the partially open door but gave it no more thought as he pulled my head toward him for another kiss. He sat beside me, covering my body with his, his hands never stopping their exploration and his tongue deep inside my mouth doing a slow dance with mine. My eyes closed, I relaxed my tense body and accepted him from all the angles that he was attacking. He stayed there for several minutes, telling me how beautiful he thought I was and how much he was attracted to me. I was in the mood to accept anything he told me, each expression adding to the dampness I was already feeling.

After a while, he slid down off the couch to his knees in front of me. I couldn’t hide my disappointment when his mouth left mine. It had been s-o-o-o nice. He placed his hands between my knees and very slowly spread them, giving him an unhindered view of me under the short skirt. His gasp was audible as I realized that he had never seen me this close before. His hands went above my knees, pushed my legs wide apart, and he leaned over and started trailing kisses up my legs right behind where his hands were rubbing. I closed my eyes and lifted my hips slightly from the warm rush I was feeling. He took that chance to push my skirt up above my hips, exposing my thong. It was white, extremely frilly, and very French! He laughed heavily as he recognized it as one he had bought in Paris. He simply said, “I knew it would look great on you,” and kept moving higher with his hands, then kisses. He kept positioning me on the couch so that my back was away from the window and I was facing the hallway door.

His hands never stopped their upward movement in a tantalizing slow process. The fingers were magic, each little circle making my nerve ends explode as they crossed. Finally, mercifully he reached my panties. Those fingers never stopped tormenting me, teasing me through the little wisp of nothing that covered me as if they weren’t there. I’m not sure where the biggest turn on was coming from by then, his fingers slowly teasing my lips through the lace or the look on his face coupled with his ragged breathing. I silently encouraged him with my hip rotations, soft moans pouring out of me at all times, while he spilled out non-stop compliments about me while expressing how I was his dream.

He teased me forever before his fingers went under the thong and found me. I gave no protest, hoping my moans were not audible through the door. I didn’t want this to stop and I wasn’t even going to pretend. I opened my legs wider as his fingers worked magic on my clit, finally slipping inside. When they did, I bucked my body up to meet them with a muted cry. They felt wonderful in there and I protested when he slowly removed them after a few minutes. But my protest fell quickly as he deftly removed the thong, then took both thumbs and spread me wide open. The kisses that I had been wanting came not on my mouth with his tongue searching for mine, but rather on the pussy with him receiving my clitoris in his mouth, slowly running his tongue over it.

My noise became louder, my hips rotating as he began a very slow, very soft sucking motion, slipping the clit in and out of his mouth, scrapping it with his teeth. I couldn’t hold it any more and exploded, bucking so hard he had to work to stay with me. At the time, I couldn’t remember anything ever feeling so good. He was on his knees on the floor but sort of extended out so that even though my legs went up over his shoulders I was not in a contorted position, but rather lie out. His hands slipped under my hips, giving them support as he lifted them in the air. He was no doubt by then in complete control. He was welcome to it, as I encouragingly whispered softly “yes, yes.”

He slowed down for a long time, teasing me and allowing me to regain myself. Then, as if on my cue, he sucked hard on me again, boiling me over. These certainly were not the first times I had an orgasm while getting eaten, but it felt like the best. The way he was going about it showed that not only was my pleasure his first priority, but he couldn’t get enough of pleasing me. If this was repaying me for what had happened in the last couple of weeks, I considered it paid in full. He stayed at it for a long time, sucking and licking like it was a meal he had not had forever.

My hands alternated between the back of his neck to being stretched high above my head, soaking in the sensations. He started asking questions like “has anyone else made you come like this”? and “does Colin make you feel this good”? I answered, almost in a begging voice, telling him anything so he wouldn’t stop.

Finally, he slowed down and the torrid eating became a gentle nibble. I was mentally disappointed but said nothing, as I knew as well as he that our time was up. Finally, he stood up and pulled me forward. It was almost more than I could take!! Sometime, somehow, he had removed his pants during all this and I was staring straight at that monster cock not more than six inches away. If I had thought it was huge before, I swear it doubled in size at this range. He took my hands and placed them gently on it, fully feeling the full girth and length for the first time. My heart jumped. It was astonishing, almost freakish!

“Do you want it”? he asked.

My only answer was an unintelligible moan.

“Would you like to have it inside you”? He asked again.

After a few seconds, I could only nod. I still was holding it, slightly moving the skin up and down with both hands, causing him to weave back and forth.

“You’ve not answered me,” he said. He knew he had the power here.

“Yes,” I said very quietly, almost hypnotized by the size of the head and the protruding veins.

“Yes, what, Susan”? He was pressing.

“I want it inside me. I want you to fuck me,” I finally said, not believing those words had come from my mouth.

Rather than being a jerk about it, he leaned over, tilted my mouth up to his, and gave me a super long deep kiss; his tongue feeling like it was well past my tonsils. I think I could feel a spurt down below and I knew I felt his reaction because it was in my hand. He reached between my legs, slowly inserted two fingers and said, “You probably don’t want me half as much as I do you. Stay another night and you’ll get what you want.”

I shook my head no. “Stay another night, Susan. I’ll show you something magic you’ll never forget,” he whispered. The fingers were deep in me, curling up to slowly caress my insides.

The words burned my ears and his fingers were blissful inside my pussy. I barely could whisper “Okay,” as I was coming again, my hips starting to thrash about. With that, he dropped down on his knees again and buried his face between my legs, sucking on my clit like a vacuum. Just as he did, I could see over his shoulder straight into the hallway door. There was Debbie, standing in the partially opened door, her face fully in rapture, her eyes partially closed, her mouth fully opened. She had her skirt lifted and her hand was buried under her see thru panties, the busy fingers visible even from where I lay. Her hips were moving back and forth and her legs seemed to be having trouble standing.

For some reason, maybe because I was escalating to what became an explosion, I didn’t panic or feel concern. I continued to watch her as she watched us. She may have not thought I could see her with her somewhat in the darkness. Her left hand continued to hold up her skirt, as her right hand was deep inside the top of her panties, furiously rubbing her clit as she observed. In what was another self-revelation, I found myself being excited with the scene. I was at the top and ready to come, his mouth having become a machine, sucking my clit super fast and hard as if it were a penis. It was then that I realized what a sight I must really be! My blouse still on, short skirt above my waist, and still wearing those platform shoes.

It had turned all so erotic, so exciting, that I actually wanted it to last longer. I kept my eyes open as I ground against him, constantly saying “oh, yes, oh, yes,” as he drove me into another orgasm. I took her with me as I watched her come, her mouth wide open, her body dropping way down as her knees buckled. Her attempts at stifling her sounds were inadequate as I could clearly her moaning as she came. With that, she fell back into the darkness and out of my sight.

Keith brought me down slowly. I was very tender and sensitive, which he recognized. His tongue became a feather and actually gave me a mini orgasm during the cooling process. Finally, he stood up and pulled me up with him. His arms went around me and held me for a long time, kisses falling all over my face and lips. I could taste myself on his lips as the wetness transferred from his to mine. “I’m serious about you two staying tonight. I really want you to experience something,” he said. I was just too high and my nerves too alive to say no. I knew Colin would approve.

Later, as Debbie stopped by to pick me up, innocent good byes were exchanged. I did notice some knowing looks from some of the female employees. Were they intimate about the situation or was I just walking gingerly? My legs were still rubber and my pussy on fire, wanting more and still dreaming of that thing!!

As we had lunch, I asked Debbie how she was able to eat after just getting out of the dentist’s office. She looked at me in surprise, turned red, and mumbled something about not having to use Novocain. I wondered if she had been Colin’s and my uninvited guest last night.

I found out later I was right.