The Mask

I went to the airport to pick up my wife. She had been in Costa Rica doing some research on sites that looked like Olmec trading posts. The Olmecs were not supposed to be that far south, but from the artifacts it sure looked like they had been. So she had left with some grad students 8 weeks before for an archeological survey visit. I was still in the grad school pipeline, but soon hopefully I would get this damned thesis done and enter the world of a professor.

Until then I was going to be left at home while my doctor wife got all the interesting trips. Oh well, the welcome home sex was usually pretty good. Actually all the sex was pretty good, not mind blowing, but pretty good. Shannon was cute as a button and a lot of fun to be with, but not the most adventurous person in the world.

So here I stood at the luggage claim waiting and here she finally was. There seemed to be something odd about her, but I couldn't put my finger on it and I kept looking, almost staring, at her as we collected all her cases and bags. She certainly looked the same, five and a half feet tall, usually fair skin tanned brown and red hair bleached a little lighter, her greenish eyes twinkling as I wrapped her in a hug. Usually she hugged back primly, saving the passion for later, but tonight she pressed her body against mine and gave a wonderful little wriggle. There was more as well, and I finally figured it out watching her walk to the car. She was walking a lot more loosely, not being the high powered anthropologist tonight, moving almost like a cat.

As we drove home she told me about her trip, all of the usual problems with the host government, the excitement of the dig and the fact that it looked like the Olmec had gone a lot further than anyone thought they had.

We headed out onto the freeway and Shannon sighed and slid lower into her seat. I glanced over and was surprised to see that she was running her fingertips over her breasts. She saw me watching and smiled.

"You like this?" she asked, "I can show you a whole lot more"

With that, she unbuckled her shorts and pulled her shirt out of them. I was in danger of driving off the road. My diminutive shy wife was all but stripping in the car. This from the woman who had to have a robe because she was uncomfortable with being seen naked!

I watched as she lifted her shirt and slid her fingertips over her thin bra, pulling and twisting her nipples. She gave a deeper sigh and looked out the window at the thinning houses and increasing spaces of trees rushing by in the early evening light. I kept glancing at her, glancing back at the road. She reached behind her as we passed under the last of the freeway lights and unsnapped her bra as we headed into the gathering darkness. There was still enough light for me to easily see her and I watched as she played with her exposed breasts, raking the nipples lightly with her fingernails, sighing and now beginning to moan, as erotic as ever, undiminished by familiarity. She looked over at me again, ran her hand over my straining erection.

"Poor guy, I will make sure and take care of you when we get home."

She went back to looking out the window and I could see a grin playing over her lips as she slid her fingers down under the waistband of her panties, sliding lower in the seat. She gave a loud gasp and moaned.

"You have no idea how horny I am, all the way back on the plane, I could only think about touching myself, thinking of your cock, all the things I wanted to do with it."

I looked over at her, fingers moving under the cloth between her legs, other hand pulling at her nipples.

"I think you will get a chance," I told her, my voice a little choked up from excitement.

"Mm, baby, I hope so," she purred.

She orgasmed as we got off the freeway and once more as we pulled into the long driveway to our house. We lived a long way out from the city, but the drive was well worth it since rent was far cheaper out here and we had a nice little bungalow rather than dreary school housing. It was also fortunate tonight since Shannon didn't make much of an effort to adjust her clothes as we got out of the car. She shivered and I told her to get warmed up inside. It was fall here, and the temperature was in the low 50's, a far cry from the heat and humidity she was coming from.

"Please be careful with the canvas bag," she whispered into my ear, rubbing against me, "it has a gift in it."

I promised to take special care and she made me also promise to wait until she got out of the shower to come upstairs.

I spent a few minutes getting her bags inside, including the canvas one which seemed oddly heavy for the few things it carried. I grinned to myself at the thought of my wife smuggling gold or something like it.

I could hear the shower running and I took off my boots and sat on the chair near the bottom of the stairs. My promise was sorely tested in the next few moments as I heard a loud moan, over the water.

"Are you ok up there?" I called up.

"Oh god yes!" she called back down, "Just warming up for you! Stay down there!"

My first thought was to throw caution to the winds, but I didn't want to do anything to break this mood. I compromised by sitting halfway up the stairs, reveling in the new sensation of listening to my wife's gasps, moans, and her rather dirty vocabulary, which usually didn't come out until she was drunk.

It was almost odd to hear her panting and moaning the words "Fuck me! Do it! Ohh god, so close!" Eventually her moans became louder and then merged into a loud groan. The water turned off and I crept back down the stairs.

I then waited downstairs until I heard her call down to me. I took the stairs two at a time, already getting hard. After her little show in the car and not masturbating for the past week, I was more then ready. I went through our bedroom door and stopped short. My wife had lit every candle in the room, where she had preferred darkness before. And instead of lying on the bed under the sheets waiting for me, she stood by the window, a thin robe hanging open exposing her body. Her tiny nipples stood straight out, and she slid a hand up to tweak one of them. She stood there a moment and grinned at my surprise. She walked across the room as her hands moved over her hips and waist, up across her stomach and cupped her breasts, playing with the nipples again. She wrapped herself around me and put her lips to my ear.

"I thought you might like seeing me like this Jake, since you were so attentive in the car and all. Mmm, you liked watching me play with my tits and my little pussy didn't you? I know you did. I was so wet knowing I was turning you on." Her hands dropped down and slid slowly back and forth over my crotch.

"Oh yes baby, and now you have that magnificent dick all primed and ready for me don't you? Is it dripping and wet? Can I taste it?" With that, she went onto her knees and unbuckled my pants, licking her lips. She moaned out loud as she freed my cock and ran her fingertips over it.

"I dreamed about this baby, I dreamed about sliding you deep into my throat and feeling you on my tongue."

I groaned as I felt her hot slippery mouth cover my cock and slide down its length. She move back forth a few times, then slid as far down as she could, pushing a little harder and I felt myself pop into her throat. She gagged after a moment and slid her head back. She looked me in the eyes as she let my cock slip out of her mouth. She pushed me back onto the bed, pulling off my shirt and sliding my pants off. She went down on my cock again, and I finally grabbed her hips and pulled her around. I felt her moan around my cock as I spread her labia and began to lick them, tasting her wetness. I began to lick around her clit and suck on it as I gently pushed a finger inside her. She lifted her mouth off of me, grinding back against my mouth.

"Nate, fuck my cunt, c'mon baby, lick that clit, make me feel you!"

I sucked a little harder on her clit and added a finger inside her. She demanded I be rougher and so I bit and pulled at her clit with my teeth, pushing a third finger inside of her. She moaned loudly and began to buck and give little shrieks, her cum drenching my fingers and face. In the back of my mind I was really beginning to wonder what was going on, but being a male, I decided to enjoy it and then figure it out.

She took my cock in her mouth again and began sucking on it with a vengeance. I lay back to enjoy it, and with all the stimulation it didn't take long till I was on the brink of cumming. I warned her, since she didn't like me to cum in her mouth. She moaned and began to suck harder, dragging her teeth down the length of me. I gasped and shoved my hips up, bucking as the cum raced out of my cock, and Shannon moaned louder, gulping it. She sucked on the end of my dick a few times, emptying it of cum. She climbed off of me and grinned down at me.

"Sorry," I said, "I wanted to fuck you as well."

"You will." She said with a grin and went downstairs.

She came back a minute later with the canvas bag. She pulled a few odds and ends out of it and then a larger package wrapped in paper. She pulled off the wrapping and revealed a stone mask, about the size of a human face, evidently meant to be worn since the eyes and mouth were empty. There was a little carving on the face, but on the whole pretty plain. The features were interesting, a wide mouth with upturned corners, signifying an almost smile. The eyes were wide and staring.

I looked at Shannon. "That looks old." "It is. It was given to me by an Indian claiming to be a shaman"

I was puzzled. Shannon knew better. Smuggling artifacts was sure route to professional suicide. She laughed at the look on my face

"I am sure it's fine. I cleared it with customs and the indigenous resource department. They had never seen anything like it and determined it was tourist trash."

I looked at it again. It didn't look like a souvenir, having an patina of age around it. Shannon put it on the bookcase that faced the foot of our bed and moved a couple of votive candles underneath and behind it. She stood back and smiled at the effect, kind of a half assed fire god watching us.

She climbed back onto me, facing my feet and took me in her mouth again. I pressed my face back into her cunt and began licking again. I really wanted to get hard and fuck her tonight. She evidently felt the same way, sucking and biting my cock. I pushed my fingers into her cunt again and felt her shiver. With a wicked grin I pulled them out of her and pressed one of them against her ass. She had always shied away from being touched there and the thought of making her cry uncle seized me.

As my index finger touched her asshole, she simply moaned and pushed back a little. I grinned and pushed it deeper into her. By the time I was hard again, she was continuously groaning and I had three fingers in her ass. She spun around and straddled my hips, giving me and evil grin.

"Like that huh?" she gasped as she lowered herself down my cock.

"Love it" I told her as I began thrusting up to meet her.

All too soon we were both gasping and groaning, fucking each other as hard as we could. She pulled my hands off of her hips and up to her breasts, and I pinched and pulled her nipples as she came all over my cock, followed seconds later my cum spraying into her cunt. She collapsed to my chest and we laid there catching our breath. I felt my cock finally slip out of her and she rolled to the side, nestling against my side.

I awoke from some bizarre dreams, something about being in the jungle and watching people fuck while I stood in the trees and watched. I didn't know if I was awake or asleep for a few moments as I awoke to a candlelit room. Shannon lay on her back beside me, legs spread and her glazed eyes fixed on the mask. The candles beneath it were still burning and the flickering shadows made it look almost alive, the wide mouth leering at us. Shannon had her legs spread wide and her fingers busy between them. She looked over as I sat up for a better view.

"Put your fingers in me!" She gasped as she grabbed my hand and guided it to her cunt. I easily slid two inside of her she was so wet. She gasped and began to thrust against my hand, her own fingers playing with her clit.

She went back to staring at the mask as she began to gasp, coming all over my hand. Shannon pushed me on to my back and slid down my body breathing heavily.

"It feels so nasty to fuck in front of it, I woke up and she was looking at me, and I wanted to show her my cunt." Her talking became muffled as she took my cock in her mouth. She slurped and sucked up and down the length, pausing occasionally to look in my eyes.

"I liked it before when you had your fingers in my ass. They felt so big"

"I could put something else there."

She sucked a while longer, going a little faster now. Finally she turned and got on her hands and knees, facing that mask.

"Get it slippery in my pussy first" she told me. I got up behind her and slid back into her hot wetness. She was still soaking and I was nice and wet after a few thrusts. She was moaning and pushing back against me, but then stopped. "Put it in my ass now."

I placed the head of my cock against the small pucker of her butt and hesitated. She looked back over her shoulder.

"What? Fuck my ass with that thing Nate!"

She groaned loudly as I pushed the head of my cock into her little asshole. She was incredibly tight and she was grunting like an animal as she pushed back against me. I started off slow, but she kept pushing back into me hard, so I began to fuck her harder, with longer strokes. She moaned her approval and I felt her hand come back to stroke her clit. She put her face into the bed as she used both hands to stroke her clit and finger herself. I reached forward and took her nipples in my fingers. She wanted it rough? OK then. I pinched them hard, and began to twist them and pull them away from her body. She was an out of control fuck machine now, grunting and moaning, giving little screams as I would push deeper into her rectum, or pull her tits harder. She was pushing hard against me and fucking her hips up and down as I went to my full length inside her.

I was beginning to think we would fuck like this forever, but she suddenly made a strangled noise and went rigid. I knew she was coming and thrust hard into her bottom a few more times, cumming hard inside her. She moved underneath me after a moment, and I slid out of her, lying down on the bed.

She moved around and gave me a long kiss "I am going to get cleaned up"

She slid a finger into herself as she stood up beside the bed, then wiped her wetness across the masks lips as she went into the bathroom.

I stared at the mask a few moments, convinced for just that long that the flickering flames of the candle had given it some sort of strange life. As I drifted into unconsciousness, I could swear I heard a rhythm, drummed out in the distance.

I woke up the next morning to find Shannon already awake and out of bed. It was a Saturday with the whole day in front of us. I was thinking about getting behind her strange behavior. I went down and Shannon greeted me with a smile and a kiss.

"Andrea is going to stop by today and help me unpack and start transcribing my notes," she told me.

Other than wanting to talk to my wife, it was fine. Andrea was her grad student and ending up spending a weekend every month or so at our place working with Shannon late and usually sacking out in the guest room to avoid the long drive back into town. She was a little shorter than Shannon, slightly on the stocky side with a button nose and a rolling laugh.

We ate breakfast together and did some laundry. Before a lot of time had passed, I heard Andrea's car pull up the drive. I opened the door and she grinned at me

"So, how's the boss?"

I laughed and led her back to the kitchen and Shannon gave her a hug. Soon they were talking about settlement patterns and subsistence farming. Since this an area of research they had been working on for a while, I quickly lost track of what they were talking about. Not wanting to disturb their train of thought by asking for explanations, I excused myself and went outside to catch up on some chores. I found out what happened next long after the fact, but it fits the story here.

Andrea and Shannon talked about the trip for a while and Shannon mentioned the mask. Andrea asked to see it and Shannon led her upstairs to show it to her. Andrea must have been a little surprised by this. Our room was a little trashed from last night and I know that it reeked of sex. Still she was interested to see the mask and asked to look at closer. Shannon grinned and took it off the shelf and handed it to her.

Andrea seemed to be entranced by the mask, and sat down on the bed, turning it over and over in her hands. Shannon sat down beside her and waited for her opinion. Finally Andrea got up and put the mask back on the high shelf.

"I have never seen anything like it," she said in a strangely husky voice, "It isn't a fake, I can sense somehow its age. I can almost hear it whispering to me..."Her voice trailed away.

Shannon smiled at her. "What do you hear it whispering?"

Andrea closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "It's extremely sexual, to the point of arousal."

Shannon motioned Andrea to sit beside her on the bed. Andrea came and looked down at Shannon, mask still in her hands. Shannon slipped her arm around Andrea and rubbed her back. Andrea turned and looked at Shannon and Shannon took the opportunity and leaned toward, lips opening. Andrea closed her eyes as their lips touched and parted her lips slightly. She moaned and her arms went around Shannon as Shannon pressed her tongue into her mouth. They fell back on to the bed, tongues exploring each others mouths, as their hands explored each others bodies.

Shannon unbuttoned Andrea's shirt as they kissed and slipped her hand inside it to cup her breast. Andrea's hands grabbed Shannon's ass and pulled her close as they continued to kiss. Shannon thrust her hips against Andrea's as she sucked on her student's tongue.

Andrea moaned as Shannon ended the kiss and lowered her head to Andrea's breasts, circling the nipples with her tongue before sucking them into her mouth, pulling at them with her lips and nipping them with her teeth.

Andrea dropped the mask to the floor and helped Shannon unbutton her jeans and slide them off her hips. She was soon whimpering and had her nails in the bed as my wife ate her out. Showing an expertise she didn't even know she possessed, Shannon began sucking on Andrea's clit, pushing her fingers deep inside of her. Andrea had been harboring some repressed lust for my wife for a long time, so it didn't take long before she was moaning loudly, tell Shannon how good her mouth and tongue felt on her cunt. She came explosively all over Shannon's face and as Shannon crawled up her body, she licked her own cum off of her teachers face.

With a wicked grin, Andrea pulled Shannon's sweatshirt off of her, and slipped her out of her khaki shorts and slid her panties down her thighs. She pushed Shannon back on the bed and rubbed her larger breasts across my wife's smaller ones, making them both breathe faster as the hard nipples ground against each other. Andrea trailed kisses down Shannon's stomach, and made her groan as her fingers and then tongue found Shannon's clit.

I had been chopping wood for a while I could swear someone was watching me. I turned to the brush line, but no one was there. As I went about my chores, the feeling persisted and I could smell some kind of heavily perfumed jungle flower. The day was getting warmer that I thought it would and so I headed inside to drop off my jacket and change into a t-shirt.