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Mrs. Steven Rudy Ch. 06


Author's note: This is a series inspired by the song of the same title by Mark McGuinn, but all characters are my own creation. Any resemblances to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental. And while I try to keep my stories fairly grounded in reality, this remains a work of fiction, of fantasy even. So if something seems biologically or anatomically improbable, just remember the MST3K mantra: "It's just a show; I should really just relax." I welcome criticism/feedback; all I ask is that you be somewhat gentle, or at least constructive.

This is the sixth chapter in this series, so if you find yourself getting lost, it might help to go back and read the previous chapters.


Chapter 6: Tight Fittin' Jeans

Mike felt disoriented when he woke up. It was dark, and the bed felt too small. In fact, the light coming in from the hallway told him that the room looked all wrong. What the hell? he thought as he sat up. He'd never been a big fan of naps, but it had been so necessary that afternoon. Oh, yeah. He smiled and his cock got hard at the memory of that day's carnal activities that had begun and ended at the dining room table. They had to sleep in the guest room because they'd made such a mess on his bed. He spotted his cell on the nightstand. A press of the "home" button brought up his lock screen, which showed an alert and the time. 8:56.

"Well, Heather, I guess we wore each other out more..." he trailed off as he turned to the other side of the bed. She wasn't there. "Heather?" How does she keep getting up without me knowing?

A quick search of the house failed to turn her up. Her clothes were gone, as was her phone. Where did she go? Why did she go? Mike thought as he put on a pair of pajamas and a Cowboys T-shirt. He slumped on the couch. Was this the other shoe? Had she had a change of heart? He shook his head, unable and unwilling to believe such a thing. Then where is she? He suddenly laughed at his own paranoia. He had always had a touch of pessimism, and on some level, he obviously wasn't ready to trust his sudden bout of good fortune. Just call her, you moron! Mike lifted his phone from his lap and realized he didn't even have to do that.

The alert was a missed text. Beloved (That work doesn't get used enough any more, does it? I think we should try to bring it back into vogue.), I have stepped out for a little while. I love being naked at home with you, but I so need some clothes and a few sundries. I thought about waking you up to come with me, but you looked so cute and peaceful that I couldn't bear to disturb you. Besides, you were a VERY good boy today, and I've decided you deserve a nice surprise. Don't worry about dinner. I'll bring something back.

Mike sighed and texted her back. Got your message. Wake me up next time!

He dropped the phone in his lap and turned on the TV. He stared at the Law & Order rerun on the screen without really seeing it. His phone buzzed after a couple of commercial breaks.

Be home in 5. Sorry it took so long to reply. I'm driving and just got a good stoplight.

Mike: Miss you! Be careful.

He finally started picking up the story thread on the show when the front door open. Mike had Heather in his arms and was kissing her before he realized he had stood up.

"Well hello to you, too!" she said, laughing, when he finally let her go.

"Sorry," he muttered. He could feel his cheeks burning.

Heather gave him a soft kiss. "Never apologize for that."

"OK." He suddenly realized she had a couple of Pizza Hut boxes cradled in one arm, an overnight bag on the other shoulder, and a small paper sack dangling from her free hand. He grabbed the pizza and tried to take the paper bag as well, but she drew it back and smacked his hand.

"Uh-uh. You'll get to see that tomorrow."

"Oh? Is that my surprise?"

"One of them. You'll get both tomorrow."

"Fine," he sighed and gave her an exaggerated pout.

Heather laughed and patted one cheek while kissing the other. "You're cute. Now, let's eat. I'm starving."

She went to put her bags away in the master bedroom while Mike set the pizza on the table and grabbed a couple of plates from a cabinet and Cokes from the fridge. He nearly dropped one of the cans on the table when a pair of hands slid down the back of his pajamas and squeezed his ass.

"I just love a man who knows how to be domestic," Heather purred in his ear. "It's sexy." The hands slid around the front to fondle his cock and balls. Mike's eyes closed, and he groaned. "Mmmm. I know what I'm eating for dessert." Her hands withdrew.

Opening his eyes, Mike stared as she walked around to her seat and sat down. Heather had taken all her clothes off again Mike collapsed into his own chair, breathing a little heavier. "Nice birthday suit."

"You like it? Good." She gave a cute pout. "But you're not wearing yours. That hardly seems fair."

Mike stood and quickly stripped. "That better?" he asked, resuming his seat across the table from her.

"Much better." He felt her toes suddenly kneading his hard cock. She pointed at the pizza boxes. "I got pepperoni for me and ham for you."

"You remembered?" Mike felt oddly touched. When had they discussed pizza preferences? Three, four months ago?

"Of course." Her foot slid up and down his shaft. "Ready to eat?"

"Definitely." He stood to place a couple of slices on each of their plates and pop open both Coke cans. "Just be careful. The pizza's still hot, and these birthday suits don't react well to melted cheese."

He nearly dropped the entire slice on his lap when the foot returned. Heather gave him her naughtiest smile and made a show of getting a strand of cheese by twirling her tongue around it. Alright. Two can play this game. He slid his foot back and forth along the smooth leg extended toward him, pushing a little further higher each time. Heather increased the pressure on his dick slightly as his foot travelled up her thigh. One more pass, and he was pressing his big toe into her pussy.

Heather hissed and winced. Her foot left his crotch and returned to the floor. Mike did the same and leaned across the table to squeeze her hand. "Are you OK? What's wrong?"

"It's nothing big. Although I guess it was something big." She laughed.


"Your dick," Heather said, grinning. "I told you to pound my pussy, and you did. I just didn't think about how sore I would be later."

"I'm sorry-"

She cut him off. "You have nothing to apologize for. I enjoyed every minute of it - or have you already forgotten how you made me scream? I guess I'm just out of practice."

"Then I guess we'll just have to make sure you get more practice." He squeezed her hand and winked. "Would you like me to kiss it and try to make it better after supper?"

"You know what? I think I would." She took a big bite of her pizza, more interested in eating than playing now. She kept her hand in Mike's for the remainder of supper.

Once the meal was finished, Mike told Heather to remain seated and picked up the dishes and put them in the sink. He placed the pizza boxes in the fridge and tossed the trash out. He extended a hand to her and said, "Shall we?" She took his hand and stood. Mike started to lead her to the guest room, but she stopped and tugged him the other way. "Did you forget the mess we made in there? I still haven't made the bed."

"Just trust me."

When they got to the master bedroom, he saw that the bed had a fresh set of sheets on it. "What? When did you find time to do this?"

"Just before I left. I couldn't find another blanket. I guess that's with the sheets, but I'm sure we can keep each other warm enough we need to."

"How in the hell do you keep getting out of bed without me noticing?"

"Practice." She giggled. "I've had to get out of bed in the middle of the night to go get myself off quite a bit in the last several years. It's honestly good to know that those days are behind me."

"Speaking of which..." Mike grabbed Heather and pulled her into an embrace. He backed her up to the bed while they kissed. When her legs hit the mattress, he gave her a gentle shove, sending her tumbling onto the bed. She squealed and bounced on the bed, scooting back to the head. She leaned back on the pillows piled there, spread her legs, and crooked a finger.

Mike crawled across the bed, between her legs, and up her body until they were face to face. He kissed her on the lips, moving down her chin and throat toward her chest. He veered toward her left breast, kissing across the top, then down the side, across the bottom and up again. He worked in a spiral that took him around her tit three times before reaching her nipple. By the second time around, Heather tried to force his head to the center, but he pushed her hand away and kept planting little kisses. He had her panting by the time he actually reached her nipple, which he flicked with his tongue twice before leaving a trail to the right breast. He gave it the same attention. Heather started groaning before he was halfway around. She tried to force him onto the nipple twice. When he refused, she brought her own hands to her breasts. Mike slapped them both away with a growled, "Mine." She whined but relented. After flicking the right nipple, he kissed a slow path back to the left breast.

"Pleeeeaaasse!" she groaned. Mike kept the same pace, but this time, the trail took him directly up the generous swell of her tit and straight to the center. He circled the turgid nipple twice with his tongue, then drew the entire areola into his mouth and sucked on it hard. Heather's shoulder jerked, shoving her breast into his face. Mike sucked harder, then bit down. "Oh, yes!" He repeated his assault on the other nipple, and she squealed. A gentle caress of her sensitive slit found her already wet. He started to slither down toward her pussy when she stopped him with a foot pressed against his back. "69."

Grinning, Mike nodded and tried to roll over, but her knee blocked him. "Uh, Heather, I kind of need to move of we're going to do this."

"We are, but this time, I want you on top."

"Seriously? Would that even work?"

Heather slithered down off the pillows until she was flat on her back. "It'll work. Just get that big cock over here, and get it in my mouth."

Shrugging, Mike swung his hips over her head and buried his face in her pussy. He kept his knees under him to keep from shoving his dick down her throat. He inhaled deeply, taking in the smell of her arousal. Heather's thighs glistened with moisture, and she looked to be well on her way toward ruining another set of sheets. Tongue flat, he slowly licked her slit, starting just under the clit and working down to the opening, where he lapped up as much as he could. The more he worked, however, the more her pussy leaked. Mike slid his tongue inside, latching his lips on her cunt and gently sucking as he worked his tongue around.

Heather had the head of his dick in her mouth. She worked her lips up and down the first couple of inches, moaning as she did so. Mike felt her tugging on his hips, and he lowered himself a few more inches. She tugged harder, and he dropped a little lower. He felt her lips sliding up about two-thirds of his shaft and groaned into her pussy. He pulled his tongue out and gently licked around her clit. Heather moaned louder and moved her head faster on his dick. After a few passes, she pulled free."Damn it! Give me your cock!"

Mike lifted his head. "I thought I was. It sure feels like it."

"All of it! I want you to fuck my face!"

"Are you sure? I don't want to hurt you."

"You won't." Her tone had softened. "You know I can take it all. Trust me, I'll let you know if you do something I don't like."

She wrapped her lips around his dick once more. This time, instead of moving her head, she pulled him down. Mike slowly fed her his cock. He paused when he felt the head bump her throat, but she just tugged harder, so he continued downward until he felt her nose hit his balls. She held him there for a few seconds, then pushed him back out. She repeated the cycle several times, gradually increasing the pace and decreasing the pause in the middle. After a few minutes, she had him stroking in and out of her mouth at a regular pace. He kept going when she let go of his hips. "Mmmm-hmmmm," she moaned in approval. At the same time, her hips curled up toward his face.

"Sorry," Mike muttered. "I got distracted."

As he continued to pump Heather's mouth, he returned his attention to her cunt. He tickled her clit a few times, then licked his way down to the opening. She was even wetter than before. She must really be enjoying this. He ran his tongue around her hole, then in and out several times before returning to her clit. Heather moaned and rubbed her pussy against his face. He started randomly licking her slit, running along one inner lip for a while, then tongue fucking her for several seconds, then long licks across her entire pussy. Every few swipes of his tongue would go near her clit without directly touching it - back and forth underneath or just above, or making circles around the nub. Heather moaned loudly and often; the vibrations felt great on his cock.

After circling her clitoral hood a few times, Mike reached underneath her and spread her cheeks. Heather moaned loudly in approval amd anticipation: "MMMM-HMMM!" His tongue slid gradually down her slit until he reached the perineum. Mike dragged his tongue across the thin gap between her pussy and asshole, Heather moaning and pushing her hips upward. Just before reaching the rim, he backed up toward her cunt. She was still groaning in disappointment when he suddenly changed course again and planted his tongue directly on her back door.

Mike ate her ass with all the enthusiasm her sore pussy had denied him. He pushed his tongue against the tight rosebud as he rimmed her, occasionally wiggling the tip against the center. As she opened up, the more of his tongue he worked inside. Heather placed his hands on his hips again, pulling him into her throat harder and faster. "You keep that up, and you're going to make me cum," he warned.

"Mmmmm," she groaned in response.

Balls tingling, Mike lifted his head away from her ass and latched on to her clit. He sucked on it softly while his tongue flicked at the hard little button from all sides. He slid two fingers gently into her pussy. Heather grunted at the intrusion, then gave a sound somewhere between a scream and a moan when he withdrew and pushed the fingers up her ass. Heather moaned louder. The vibrations sent Mike over the edge, and he came.

As Mike's cock started to swell with his impending orgasm, Heather pushed him up a few inches to catch his semen in her mouth. At the same time, Mike sawed his fingers in and out of her backdoor as fast as he could. She bucked her hips in response, knocking him loose from her clit. Alright. Screw being gentle. He found her clit again and forced his tongue against it, lashing and abusing the nub until she shuddered and came.

Heather screamed on his still-throbbing cock as her asshole clenched around his fingers. Her thighs snapped together, trapping his head in place. He eased up the pressure on her clit, but kept licking until her thighs parted and she bucked him off. Mike sat up, and Heather dragged herself into his lap. She sat facing him, legs splayed to either side of his hips. As she had at the school the week before, she opened her mouth to show him the white cream collected on her tongue. Damn! It looks like she let about half an ice cream cone melt in her mouth! She made sure he could hear her swallow and then leaned against him with her head on his shoulder. One hand massaged her throat.

"Do you always do that?" he asked. "The thing where you show that you have cum in your mouth and then swallow real loud."

"No," she croaked. She cleared her throat and continued in a more normal voice: "Got a little carried away again, didn't we?" She laughed. "But no, I don't do that every time I blow a guy. In fact, you're the first. I just thought you might like it."

"It's one of the hottest things I've ever seen."

"Good. Then I'll make it a point to keep doing it."

Heather wiggled out of his lap and flipped a corner of the sheet down. She slid underneath and held her arms out toward Mike. "Hold me?"

"Just a second." He hopped up, turned the light off, and returned to the bed. He snuggled up to her and took her in his arms. "This is nice."

"It is." She cupped his cheek in one hand and turned his head to her. "Michael, you know I love you."

"Um, yeah." A worried expression crossed his face.

Heather smiled and stroked his face. "Don't worry. It's nothing bad. It's just that I've seen first-hand how damaging a lack of communication can be."

"Something you want to tell me?"

"We're still learning about each other when it comes to sex." She laughed softly. "It's funny. We know each other so well in almost every other way, but we're kind of like a couple naive of high school kids when it comes to the bedroom."

"We seem to be doing OK. I haven't found anything that I don't like you doing."

"And I'm obviously enjoying what you're doing to me." She chewed her bottom lip. "It's just that if we're going hot and heavy and I tell you that I want something, just give it to me. You don't have to keep asking if I'm sure."

"I'll try to work on that. It's just that I don't want to hurt you."

"You won't, sweetheart. I'm a big girl. You're not going to break me." She laughed suddenly. Mike was surprised to hear bitter edge to it. She sniffed.

"What's wrong?" He reached over and wiped her cheek. His thumb found a wet trail. "What is it?"

"Nothing, really. Just an old regret."

"Tell me, please." Mike hugged her tighter.

"I did just get through telling you about how important communication is, didn't I?" Heather sighed. "It just occurred to me that it's almost a shame you're so stuck on me. You've got great protective instincts; I bet you'd make a great dad." Her voice cracked and broke at the end.

"Oh, baby," he whispered, cradling her and running his fingers through her hair. "Let's not create problems for ourselves before they arise, alright?" She nodded against his chest. He lifted her face with a finger under her chin. "Besides, if we ever do get to that point, there are plenty of kids out there in need of a good home."

"You'd do that?" If anything, she sounded as if she might cry even more.

"Of course," he said incredulously. "Why wouldn't I...wait, let me guess. The asshole again."

Heather nodded. "He said he wanted his own kids or nothing. He didn't want to 'raise someone else's mistakes.'"

"What an absolute bastard." He kissed her lips. "Is that what you want?"

"I don't know. Like you said, we're not there yet." She looked at him with hopeful eyes. "I think I would like the option to talk about it some day, though."

"You got it." He squeezed her and let his eyes close. He teetered on the edge of sleep when Heather stirred against him.

"Michael? Can I ask you something?"

"Sure," he muttered, eyes still closed.

"I asked you this last week, but you never really answered. No dodging the question this time, OK?"


"Has Steven been cheating on me?"

Mike's eyes snapped open. "How should I know?"

"Well, what do you think, then?"

He paused, then nodded. "I think so, yeah. And please don't ask me why. I've been asking myself that same question for months."

"Months, huh? I've been doing it for years." She laughed softly. "Still, it's good to know that I'm not the only one who thought so. Too bad I never could catch the bastard. It'd make the divorce a lot easier."

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