Guilty Pleasures Ch. 06

"What can I make us for lunch?" I asked, since I was obviously responsible for that meal. Wanda had brought only dinner stuff.

"I'm easy," Wanda said.

"But not sleazy," I retorted.

"Ha! Seriously, nothing elaborate, please. I have other things in mind for our time than cooking lunch..."

"How about peanut butter and jelly sandwiches?" I joked.

"Actually," Wanda said, her eyes lighting up. "That sounds awesome. Do you have anything besides grape jelly?"

Since PB&Js were my go-to late night work snack, I had a selection. She chose strawberry jam. I ran inside to get fixings, and came back out with a tray. We assembled sandwiches and wolfed them down with some chips I had already opened and were only a little stale. I had also brought back some still edible strawberries and whipped cream to compliment the jam.

Wanda licked her fingers as I was stealing the last strawberry. It had hit the spot.

"Whatever shall we do now?" I asked with a smile.

Wanda pursed her lips, then smiled in return. "Ditch the suit, Clark."

"Oh, so it is now time for naked pool time for us?" I asked eagerly.

"No it is just naked time for you," she said back blandly. "I am having a bit more to eat," she added, reaching for the peanut butter.

I looked at her quizzically, wondering what she was up to, but when she shooed me along I was only too happy to rev up the next part of the good stuff. I stood and undid the string on my trunks, letting them drop to the ground. It was likely the first time Wanda had seen me with less than a raging erection, but my nicely half-chub-and-rising member still drew her enthusiastic gaze.

She uncapped the peanut butter, and to my surprise, dipped her bare finger in, scooping out a nice dollop. To my enthusiastic further surprise, she leaned forward and smeared it on my now very rapidly hardening cock. With a smile at me, she held my gaze as she leaned forward and sucked the dollop off me.

Oh wow. This was a new trick to me, and I was absolutely going to remember it for future endeavors.

The thick peanut butter stuck hard to my cock, and it took her some work, with repeated licks and sucks to clean each dollop off. And as she sucked on my peanut butter-coated cock, it made her mouth and tongue cling stickily to me for an indelible extra sensation. The work her other, clean fingers were doing to my balls was no minor side-effect either, as she smeared daub after daub onto me and then sucked them off. It really was incredible, the sensation of her mouth clinging to my cock with each pass in and out, her gaze holding mine the entire time.

Slowly, there was less peanut butter, and more marvelous tongue, as Wanda sensed that I was going to come, and soon. Her hand pumped the base of my cock more and more firmly and more and more swiftly. A final fingertip's worth of peanut paste near the top of my cock, just under the frenulum, and she gobbled me again. Her tongue wiped the butter away and kept teasing there.

I never closed my eyes or moved them away from the beautiful face encasing my cock. But I suddenly lost all sight of her anyway, as my vision stopped working properly for a moment when my... everything... surged and I felt warmth and power spurting down my shaft. This was no ecstatic, multi-burst orgasm, with waves of pleasure. This was single overwhelming release of... a lot, I think. I said I went sort of blind for a moment or three, because I am pretty sure that she had tripped some sort of circuit breaker there.

I shook my head as my vision started making sense again, and I smiled down at Wanda, who was smugly and contentedly massaging any remaining cum out of my cock and into her mouth. I was pretty sure that she was getting nothing more at this point. I could, however see a long dribble of my offering had escaped one side of her mouth and slid partway down her chin.

"Thank you," I croaked as I reluctantly slid myself free of her mouth, and she smiled up at me, still smug. I reached out and wiped my escaped jizz from her face and offered it to her. She wordlessly just sucked my finger clean. "Holy fucking shit," I gasped. "Peanut Butter?!? Where did you come up with that idea? When?"

Wanda just leaned back sinuously in her chair, looking fabulous. "We came up with it soon after we moved here, maybe ten years ago? Yancey and I were making sandwiches for the soccer team, and as we got close to finishing, he was getting randier and more insistent we engage in some other activity. I was into the idea, but I wasn't nearly as horny as that old goat, and I wanted to finish. But he kept it up, and let me know in no uncertain terms the state of his big old cock." She looked at me with a grin. "So I picked up the jar of peanut butter, turned it upside down, and shoved it down over his cock. 'Fuck that for a minute, while I finish bagging these sandwiches for the kids,' I said. But I pulled it right off, laughing. Then I saw his eyes, and his goopy, sticky cock, and... well I got horny too."

I laughed in amazement at the story, and that I was even in a conversation that included it. "I can't believe I've never hear of peanut butter as a marital aid!"

"Well, I could hardly evangelize the practice," Wanda said tartly. "No one would have let their kids come over to have lunch with Mary ever again!"

"Ha! Yeah..." How many times over the years had Becca eaten PB&Js over at Wanda's house? I'll admit, I blanched.

Wanda laughed at my expression. "Relax, you idiot!" she said, her laughter doing interesting things to her body that was almost clothed in that suit. "Ever since, we have kept our 'special jar' and its successors hidden up in a high cabinet. It doesn't come out all the time, but when Yancey has done something very nice for me, or Mary, or just around the house, I bring it out and leave it sitting around on the coffee table, or in the key dish by the garage, and he knows it is on."

Wanda sobered a bit. "There was almost six months there, after the Inciting Incident, where the current jar at the time went bad from not being used." The Inciting Incident was the phrase she and I had begun using to refer to our spouses' brief affair, in the sense that it had eventually incited our... whatever this was. "Even after we finally started to work things out, it took a while before the jar ever came out again," Wanda said, becoming more serious.

"At least you guys got back to stuff like that," I said. "Rebecca and I just kept drifting further apart during that time."

"Maybe it would have been better if you had caught her too."

"I have given that some thought, Wanda. I even went a few days resenting you hard for not telling me and then being able to make your marriage work, while I never had the chance."

"Oh shit. I'm sorry."

"No," I waved it off. "Our marriage was done, I think, long before them. Something has to be alive to be able to heal it."

"Well," said Wanda, rising to her feet and stretching before me. "That is enough downer talk. As a remedy, I think you need to take this suit off of me and we see what that incites..."

Yes, please. The suit was, as I said, a sling. It was not much more than a big V, with straps that swept up from between her ass cheeks, over her back and shoulders, and then back down her front to her crotch, 'covering' her breasts along the way. It provided exactly zero support for her breasts, and there are damned few women of her age and endowment who could wear that thing successfully.

But Wanda might have looked sexier in it than out of it.

Still, it had to go. The one area it did cover fairly well was between her legs, and I was forming multiple plans for that area that required full access.

I stood and kissed her. I put my hands on her outer thighs and stroked upward slowly. The suit, of course, had nothing anywhere on her sides, and my hands slid cleanly over her bare hips, past her waist, and up to hold her under her arms. Then I slid my hands in and under those vertical straps to clutch at and massage her breasts. Wanda let me know that she appreciated the attention by sucking on my tongue as it explored her mouth.

With a flick, I pushed one strap off her shoulder and it slid down her arm and free. I bent down, relinquishing her tongue, to kiss the freshly exposed nipple I found. It pressed eagerly back against my lips and tongue.

I flicked the other strap off and it too fell swiftly away. The suit would have fallen completely away, except that Wanda was holding her thighs tight together at the top, trapping the fabric remaining between her legs. I leaned back to drink in the sight, and when I did so, she relaxed her legs, letting me see the suit collapse away to the pool deck. Wanda had a beauty that was ageless.

She reached out and stroked my cock, which was relentlessly building another erection during this whole process. "This looks like it is about ready to give me another ride, cowboy."

Suddenly I blanched at that. "Wait. It didn't occur to me. If we do it again, would that count a using two hall passes today?" I asked. However ambivalent I was about the wisdom of this Evening Up, I was aghast at the idea of it ending too soon.

"Not hardly!" Wanda laughed. "I never delved too deeply into what Yancey and your wife got up to each time they got together, but we can be damned sure that none were any slam-bam-thank you-ma'am sessions. Not Yancey's style."

"Not Rebecca's either," I mused sourly. "She did always enjoy extra innings."

"Well then, I guess it is a good thing that we do too, huh?" Wanda said, pressing her naked body against mine. My cock was truly trying to get back to form. But... well, I had come twice already that day. How many more did I realistically have in me? And it wasn't even mid-afternoon.

Besides, I had other agenda items in my timeline first.

"Yes it is," I said, kissing her again briefly. "But..." I cut myself off by suddenly grabbing her and lifting her up off her feet. Wanda is a petite little thing, and I was able to easily carry her the two steps to the edge of the pool and hurl us both into the water. Her shriek of girlish protest was cut off by the entry into the pool.

As we hit, I released her, and we both bobbed to the surface. Wanda was spitting and sputtering, having gotten caught screaming while hitting the water. Even I had to spit out a good bit, as I had been laughing. She splashed me hard, and I splashed back. We enjoyed a water fight for a while, ending in me chasing her around the pool and toward the shallower end, where she decided to let me catch her.

I grabbed her and kissed her again. "Are you going to fuck me right here in this pool?" She asked brightly.

I snorted. "Really? I have never, in this pool or any other, successfully had actual sex in the water. Closest I ever came was sex on a lake beach in college, but we were lying in only two inches of water."

"You knew Rebecca in college?"

"Her name was Carrie. She was a little over-weight, and had an over-bite," I said, with fond recall.

"Doesn't sound like the hottest tot on the block," Wanda said teasingly. "I'd have thought that twenty year-old Clark Howard would have had his pick."

"She could suck a golf ball through a garden hose," I said with a leer. That earned me another big splash.

"Well, I have successfully had sex in the water," Wanda said firmly. "But yeah, it wasn't the best."

"How can everything be under freaking water, and still feel so dry?" I wondered in irritation.

"But if we aren't in the pool to fuck, what are we doing? Or do you just need to buy some more time?" Wanda asked with both challenge and support.

"Pools suck for fucking," I said, then grabbed her again. "But the edges of pools are great for what I have in mind!" I sloshed us over to the edge and plopped her down to sit on the side of the pool. I knew the precise point along the side of the pool where the depth put me at just the right height. Rebecca and I, five years or more before the divorce, had spent an afternoon when Becca was off at a friend's house, working out where it was for each of us.

At this spot along the side of the pool, I barely needed to lift myself at all to put my lips back around first one nipple, then the other. I started with the left one because, even though Wanda and I had only been together twice, I was already developing a preference for it.

Even better, I barely needed to bend down at all, at this depth in the pool, to work my way downward. Her belly glistened with beads of pool water as I mouthed my way down it. I stick my tongue into her navel and her tummy jerked in delight. I slowed my progress down, but started stroking my way up her thighs with delicate fingertips at the same time. When I reached her damp tangle of ornamental bush, nuzzling it, my fingers found her slit and began to tease at it as well.

"Oh yeah," Wanda sighed. "This is... ideal," she squeaked as I interrupted her with a fingertip probing inward...

Making this beautiful woman squirm, moan and eventually cry out, while most of my naked body was resting immersed in cool water was highly restorative for me, and especially for my own equipment. By the time I had drawn a second burst of noises loud enough to make me glad my neighbors, invisible beyond privacy fences and hedges, were old enough to have had their kids move out, I was feeling fit as a fiddle and ready for love.

With Wanda leaning back on the concrete, gasping happily, I flipped backward into the water, cleaning my face in the process. I surfaced and then took the stairs out of the pool, walking around next to Wanda, letting water drip from my erection down onto her shoulder. She looked up and smirked to let me know she knew what I was up to. I extended a hand to her and helped her slowly to her barely steadying feet.

I lead her back toward the chaise where we had eaten, and where Wanda had enjoyed a multitude of additional snacks. But I saw the can of Redi-Whip whipped cream sitting by the peanut butter and remembered that I had my own little Fun With Food trick from back in the day. It had been since years before the divorce, and I suddenly really wanted to invest some time in showing it off. And enjoying it once more...

Wanda lay slowly back on the chaise, clearly eager for a good fucking, then raised an eyebrow as I turned and grabbed the Redi-Whip, shaking the can vigorously. I smiled as I perched beside her and sprayed a circle of cream around her near nipple. Then I repeated with the far one. I bent and swiftly sucked each clean. Then I drew a spiral on each, radiating out from each nipple, and took far longer to clean each off.

Lightly-sweetened whipped cream is always delicious, but when licked off of a gorgeous set of tits, it is dessert nirvana. But I had more...

Before I could go on, however, Wanda gently took the can from me and drew another line on herself, this one straight up and down between her breasts. I obligingly bent to clean the mess. As I did so, I felt her lift and press her boobs against the side of my face. I lifted my face happily when I finished, but before I could say anything, she sprayed between her breasts again. She used a lot more this time, creating a mound that filled her delightful valley. I bent again to take another taste, but she stopped me.

"No, no, Clark," she said lasciviously. "Not your tongue. Not this time." Her hand stroked my hard cock suggestively.

Oh, hell yeah! This had been where I had meant to go anyway...

Trying not to appear pathetically eager, I hopped up to straddle her torso, lining my cock up along her sternum. I dipped lower and plowed my cock into the pile of cream. I kept going until my head popped out, and Wanda lifted her face, sucking the tip clean. But only the tip.

I obligingly, eagerly, drew my cock back and pushed it into the mass of creamy goodness again. This time, Wanda grabbed her breasts and trapped my cock between them. She smiled at me as I began to pump up and down in the slick enclosure. I shuddered in sudden bliss, my eyelids fluttering. Jesus fuck, this felt good. It always had before, but it had been... so... long.

"Oh shit..." I moaned. "I've always loved, loved, loved this, especially with the whipped cream."

"Awww," Wanda pouted, still quit happy with the proceedings as my cock massaged her pressing cleavage. "You've done this before?"

"This was Rebecca's 'special reward'," I grunted. "Back in the early, happy days."

"It's a more recent trick for us," Wanda said, as we delved into another of this weird, mid-sex conversations about our spouses. "Yancey came up with it early on when we were using some crazy sex to start patching things up."

Wait. When?

"Yeah? Well I'm glad you like it," I said. "Maybe you should send Rebecca a thank you card. I guarantee you that Yancey learned it from her!"

"What?" Wanda laughed. Then she laughed harder. "That big fucker! Of course that's what happened."

Holy cow, did her laughter make what my dick was experiencing feel even better.

"Christ," I moaned. "I may have to send her a thank you card!" I sped up my thrusts, slapping and squelching into her with abandon.

"Don't you come," Wanda warned.

"Aww! Please? Why not?" I groaned, not slowing.

"Because I need another serious fucking, and I'm not waiting that long!"

I sagged slowly to a halt and rolled my eyes. "Well, if you really must insist..."

Wanda laughed and demanded that I bring her my cock. I lifted my hips and pushed forward so she could suck and lick the cream free of it. Then I shuffled back downward, and slid over between her eagerly opening legs. Her fingers guided my cock downward and against her, and in an easy, slow, but direct thrust, I slid home inside her, extracting a groan from us both in harmony.

I bent my head to her chest and began to clean her breasts as I started slowly to thrust. Slurping delicious cream from a woman's breasts with your cock buried within her? Five stars. Would recommend.

When I had her chest cleaned (mostly), I grunted into her ear as I kept on thrusting, "How would you like to go on from here? Tell me how you want us."

Her hands dug into my shoulders for a moment, my motion never ceasing until she answered, "Let me roll over under you." We grinned at each other, and I slid out of her with only little reluctance. Her body felt loathe to release my cock as well, but once I was free and had moved from between her legs, Wanda eagerly flipped over onto her belly beneath me, tilting her ass upward just a little.

That was all the encouragement I needed and I lowered myself again, without moving between her legs. My cock nestled down under her ass and between her barely parted thighs. Her eager snatch let me back inside her with ease and I resumed pumping happily.

I braced myself with one hand between her shoulder blades, pressing her deep into the chaise cushion, while my other hand reached down to caress the mashed outer curve of a breast. My dick stroked ecstatically in and out. With my legs like this, I could not remotely bury all my length into her, but my cock did not mind, and this way I could fully appreciate her yummy ass as I slapped against it.

Most importantly, my short strokes angled forward so that my head rubbed smoothly and firmly against her most sensitive interior as perfectly as I could have asked.

Wanda, apparently could actually ask for it. "More," she gasped. "Just like that! Keep it up. Oh fuck, Clark, you are going to make me come already."

It wasn't actually true. I managed to enjoy a couple more minutes of this intense experience before I felt her insides begin to spasm and she pressed her face down into the cushion to scream at the top of her lungs. I slowed to let her shudder her way through the eruption, then just as she was gathering her breath at last, I resumed my pace, if anything faster, and definitely right on that same spot inside her.