One More for the Road

All I could do was count my lucky stars and stare rigidly at the TV as I silently promised myself that I would NEVER, EVER again interfere with another man's wife. I gave myself that solemn oath. Never. Not under any circumstances whatsoever. Cross my heart and hope to die. Then, from out the corner of my eye, I caught Simmone demonstrating the virtues of the dildo again.

Aw shit!

"Get your cock out", she whispered loudly.

"What?" I heard what she said ok.

"I want to see your cock."

In all honesty I was pretty shrivelled up down there at this juncture. Understandable I think considering the life-threatening scenario I'd just come through. Ray's waking-up routine had provided a shock to my system so devastating it totally extinguished my ardour almost as quickly as Simmone had managed to produce it. Yet, far from recovered though I was, I still figured it best to do as I was told. So, as per Simmone's instructions, I went about the business of unfastening my jeans and hurling my solemn oath out the window. I could've sworn I heard it crash into the pile of caution I'd disposed of just a few minutes earlier. What a fuckwit!

With my demeanour spelling nothing but resignation I popped the buttons of my 501's without ceremony. "Please help me Lord" I recall thinking to myself. What a waste of time that was! I bet He was enjoying every minute of it. Probably having a wank over Simmone's righteous curves Himself! I'll tell you what though: I'd certainly got Simmone's attention. She was positively glued to what I was doing. She was watching my every move and, remarkably, my cock began to morph into something a lot bigger under her gaze, proving once and for all that a guy's appendage has a mind of its own. Mine has certainly because my own conscious mind was screaming at me to get gone quick whilst I was still in one piece but the fuckwit inside me was a little stronger and pulling all the strings.

Simmone's effect on my sexual organ, ergo my willpower was undeniable even though I knew it had become way too dangerous to pursue anything further with this woman. It was dangerous enough having just Simmone to contend with but when you add someone like Raymondo into the equation it becomes downright suicidal. Put the two of them together and you could actually achieve the impossible by getting yourself killed twice!! That said, when I fully realised the effect that I was now having upon Simmone it really started to turn me on and any survival instinct I was still harbouring joined my caution and my solemn oath piled up on the other side of the window. And so having weighed everything up, my fuckwit within made the rather reckless decision to, as it were, Buy Now Pay Later.

With that in mind and feeling a little more empowered by Simmone's interest in my growing penis I decided to slow things down a bit and take my time with the jeans. Put on a bit of a show. Tease her a little. So I slid the 501's down a little way and started to grope my muscle through my shorts. Two can play at that game I thought. Once I was fully hard I began to slowly lower my shorts - mindful to keep my eyes on Simmone's reactions the whole time. My cock was sorta being bent back against its will and began to strain against the waistband of my shorts as I pushed them south. Meantime Simmone was running her tongue up and down the length of the dildo whilst tweaking the bullet sized nipple on the end of her left bazooka. Every now and then she'd slip the synthetic cock into her mouth simulating a full-on blow job but her eyes remained firmly fixed on old Hector between my legs straining under the last fibres of my shorts' waistband - now halfway down my thigh. I was wondering how long I should keep the tease going when suddenly old Hector managed to cut loose and bounce back with a vengeance slapping me loudly on the belly and delighting the buxom wench in the armchair no end. Yeah, good old Hector!

So there I am sprawled out on this big old sofa with my jeans around my ankles and sporting a hard-on the likes of which even I couldn't quite believe. I've got the planet's most dangerous seductress right in front of me, tits out and fellating a dildo whilst her bone crusher hubby is taking a break from all the conviviality in the room next door. What on earth could be more cozy! I was desperately trying to work it all out and regain some modicum of decency when Simmone slung one of her well toned legs over the chair arm and slipped the dildo right up her cunt!

If someone had told me a mere twelve hours earlier that before the night was through I'd be watching Simmone's head bobbing up and down over my hardened rod... That I would shoot a train load of super-heated spunk all over her face and tits... That she would lick up all the spillage and relish every drop... That she would lie back, legs akimbo and pull me into her dripping minge whilst I returned the favour... That I would never forget how I would savour the taste of her succulent juices... That the whole sordid episode would be performed with lip smacking gusto whilst remaining at all times within striking distance of that awesome warhead of a husband... I would've replied: "No way compadre. D'you think my name's Deathwish? They call me Cupid not Stupid!"

Fact is Simmone had my old pal Hector in her mouth that night and many times afterwards; and she did indeed possess the sweetest juices I'd ever tasted and over the next six months we examined and tested every facet of the Karma Sutra for all its worth. She would regularly call me at home after her aerobics class asking if I would like to lick the sweat from her body before she showered and took herself back home to an empty flat. (Ray used to work late into the evenings). She'd turn up at my place still in her leotard whilst I was preparing an evening meal for us both and quite often I would have some opera or something classical playing in the background which she'd never properly listened to before. She really liked it. So much so in fact that we assigned the overture from Mozart's Cosi Fan Tutte as her sort of 'entrance music', the memory of which is impossible for me to shake whenever I hear it today. We'd spend the time fucking each other like there was no tomorrow with highlights from various operas as our accompaniment but we'd save her favourite track till later when we stopped for dinner. When that time came around we'd sit at the table quietly enjoying the food and the mood; Mozart's idyllic 'soave sia il vento' further adding to the ambience and Simmone's tranquil, rather soulful expression bringing a gravity to her aura often missed when she was unwittingly stopping traffic.

All things must come to an end however and our relationship was no exception. Six months after it all started Ray and Simmone were all packed and ready for their big move to pastures new. But not before Raymondo got to know what had been going on. I don't know for sure how he found out but I reckon it must have been Simmone herself who gave him the good news. Anyway he wasn't too happy about it and a couple of weeks before they were both due to leave he called me at 2am to bring me up to speed with his plans for my future. I'll spare you the gory details dear reader of what Ray had in store for me, suffice to say that I was to be despatched with all possible haste to the nearest morgue! However before he could accomplish that task he obviously needed to know where I could be found. Question: Would I please give him my address? Answer: No. Fuck off! (I told you he wasn't altogether bright). Anyhow the upshot was I played it safe for once and made sure I kept an ultra low profile for their remaining two weeks - which meant of course that I would never see Simmone again. And I haven't.

In compiling this story I have changed the names of those involved and I have used a teeny-weeny bit of licence here and there to help with the flow. Apart from that it's all true. I couldn't say as to whether or not there is a moral to it, but I can say this: The Simmone I knew was witty and intelligent amongst other things; she also has to be amongst the fittest, nimblest, sexiest, downright naughtiest and above all, most dangerous of women that God ever created and I feel sure she is still out there somewhere in this world, mesmerising all those around her and that her appetite for all things sexual remains as insatiable as ever, so... The next time you decide to order that 'one more for the road ' before you head for home, it may be wise to spare a thought for where that road may lead you.

Thanks for getting this far, and... Be careful out there.