This Makes Me Happy Ch. 01
Keywords: 01, Me, Happy, Ch., Makes, This,
Prev 1 2 3 4 5 Next
It was her "clit" and nothing more. I sucked it, licked its underside, its tip and even ran my tongue down to its base and then down to the cringing balls before going up again and with each passing moment, with each gasp and sign, this woman became even more womanly than before.
It soon became apparent that they were more then just a couple of friends out for a movie. I first really paid attention to them when the bigger one was twisted half around in her seat planting a seriously passionate kiss on the other. It was easy to tell that this was a common practice between them by the way the smaller one was responding. I'm embarrassed to say that I watched them more then I did the movie, even more so because it turned me on.
Betty noticed them too. When the aggressors head dropped below shoulder level, it didn't take a rocket scientist to know that some bare flesh was involved. Betty leaned over, "I guess no on will notice us if I get a little romantic." And with that, she kissed me. We were both hot with passion. I felt her hand on my exposed garter tab. We necked for about fifteen minutes before she began to caress the inside of my thigh. Oh my God, what a feeling!
A few minutes later, she found bare skin and started tracing the edge of my nylon. Soon her thumb started following my garter strap north. With the palm of her hand fully on bare skin, she found the edge of my panties. It didn't take her long to discover just how turned on I was.
"What's this? Lucille said it didn't work anymore," she said exploring its length and girth.
"She just doesn't use it anymore," I whispered huskily.
"Oh," she exclaimed, "you're about to make a mess in your panties. Can't have that. Besides your going to need to get rid of that bulge before the lights come up." With a quick motion, I was exposed. She dropped her head to my lap and relieved the pressure orally. I was so caught up in passion that I just sat glassy eyed while she took care of business.
When she was done she kissed me, pushing her tongue deep into my mouth. Suddenly, I got a mental image of Lucille spread legged on the bed waiting for me to service her with my tongue.
"Let's get straightened away. I want to get you home where I can properly use that thing."
Once we were back at Betty's, she ushered me directly to the bedroom. The next three hours were spent in the wildest sex I've ever had. Even wilder then the Frat parties in college. I think Betty's part nympho.
I was feeling guilty about what we'd done and was particularly subservient to Lucille that night. I knew that Lucille had given Betty permission to use me sexually, but I'm sure that she intended for me to satisfy Betty orally, not her me. I don't think Lucille ever intended intercourse. But what could I do now? It had been so long since I had anything but my own devices to take care of that urge, when Betty was interested, I couldn't even think of resisting.
Friday came and Lucille informed me that she would be out for dinner again. She came home early, or was that on time? She'd been late so much, on time may be early.
I helped her dress and went to the kitchen to get myself something to eat. Just then the doorbell rang and Lucille went to answer it. I cracked the pass through bifold to get a look at the front door through the dinning room door. It was a man. He looked familiar. He stepped in and swept Lucille in he arms. She pushed him away grinning.
"Plenty of time for that later. You'll muss my make up." She got her coat out of the closet and turned her back to him leaving her profile to me. He took her coat and helped her on with it. He also helped himself to a handful of her breasts in each hand. As he nuzzled her neck, she leaned back into him and cooed, "Later my sweet, later. Let's get to dinner."
It was obviously not the first time he had touched her that way and it was equally obvious that she enjoyed the touch. They were gone before I realized who he was. I had never met him, but I had seen him. There had been a pharmaceutical convention in town and of course, Lucille was there representing her company. I had gone to pick her up after one of the evening sessions. I was to meet her in the bar. I was careful to be early, I didn't want her unescorted in a hotel bar. Jim Warnack, Lucille's predecessor, was there. I had met him before, so I killed time by talking to him.
He pointed out this guy. Eddie something. He was at the end of the bar getting very familiar with a thirty-something woman. He had his hand on her bare knee leaning into her and talking intently. Jim told me he was a buyer for a major drug store chain. He also told me that he never assigned a woman to that account because he was a misogynist, a womanizer of the worst kind.
"You see that girl he's feeling up over there?" Jim asked, "Well she's married, but Eddie doesn't care. He's convinced her that if she sleeps with him, she'll get a big sale. So rumor has it, she's been working on getting that sale... Twice already this weekend. What she doesn't know is, he's living with a gal who sells for her competition and she fell for the same line. That's his MO. Live with one and work on the next one. Oh sure, he buys from them until he gets tired of them. If I had five dollars for every girl who moved in with Eddie after falling for that line, I could retire."
Eddie! It was that Eddie that was and had been taking my wife to dinner and keeping her out to all hours. What's more, she seems to like his advances.
That night, Lucille was home early, around 2:30. I heard the car pull up and a few minutes later the front door. She came down the hall. Near my door, she giggled, then quickly said, "shh." The door to the master bedroom opened and closed.
The headboard of my bed was right against the same wall as the bed in the master bedroom. I could hear everything without trying. She said, "Unzip me." A few minutes later, she got in bed. Then and another person did too. They were noisy. I could hear the bed for a long time, then he grunted like an animal. She pleaded, "Don't stop like you did last time, keep going." A few minutes later, I heard Lucille. I've heard her make that sound many times.
I began to cry. My tears washed away all the guilt I had for enjoying what Betty did with me. I must have slept, because I was awakened about five o'clock by the rhythmic noises of the bed in the next room. I heard him grunt and then the noises stopped. He said, "I'd better get going, or they'll think I'm never coming home." Soon the master bedroom door opened and foot falls echoed down the hall. The front door opened and closed and a car started. I slept fitfully until seven.
I was up and dressed and just pouring my coffee when Lucille rang for me. I quickly poured her coffee and took it to her. She was in last nights lingerie, including stockings.
"Set that aside. I need you," she told me, swinging her legs over the side of the bed. Last night's lingerie, but no panties I noticed. I knew my duty. I knelt and satisfied her. The salty, musky taste was stronger then ever.
Saturday evening Lucille went out with him again. I saw, from my Vantage point in the kitchen, he was even more familiar then last night. Lucille's dress that evening daringly exposed all but the nipples of her breast and was indecently short. He took advantage of that by nuzzling her breasts and cupping the cheeks of her ass as he pulled her to him.
"Careful," she said playfully, "or we'll miss our dinner reservation."
"So?"
"So, I'm hungry. If you want me to keep up with you, you have to feed me."
He leered at her a moment, "I want you to keep up."
They were home by 2:30. I was still awake. The most horrible thing I can imagine is laying there listening to my wife having sex with another man. They did it again later. This time around 4:30.
During my next stint serving Betty, I serviced her with a vengeance. I enjoyed myself. I lost count of how often we coupled. She even commented on my passion. For three weeks I watched my wife go out with another man and then heard her bring him back to what should have been our bed only to be required to do her orally when he left. The only way I kept my sanity was by boinking Betty repeatedly, even on the afternoons when I wasn't supposed to be there. I had learned just which buttons to push so she would want me.
Saturday morning of the fourth week, I hadn't heard Eddie leave, I got up at my usual time. I was in the kitchen when Lucille rang. The coffee wasn't even done. Attired in my black satin maid's uniform, I opened the door expecting to find her needing her customary service after he left her unsatisfied. 'He' was still there, openly sucking on her nipple. He looked up as I entered he leered first at my legs, then my cleavage.
"Lynn," Lucille said, "bring us two coffees as soon as it's done. Eddie takes his black. Then we'd like scrambled eggs and ham for breakfast. You can serve it in here."
"Yes'm," I curtsied.
"How dare she? Isn't it bad enough she brings him home? But now she has him there, nude, in bed with her!"
I did as I was told. I noticed that Eddie sat up to get a better look at my boobs as I leaned over to hand him his coffee. Lucille noticed too and just giggled at my discomfort. When I cleared away the breakfast Eddie was in the bathroom.
"Lynn," Lucille said, pleadingly, "you know I love you, but sometimes a woman just needs a man. You understand, don't you? I'm sure you've felt the same thing."
"Yes'm," I said looking at the floor. "Not likely, not in this lifetime."
Leaving the bedroom, my hands were too full to close the door properly.
Prev 1 2 3 4 5 Next
Keywords: 01, Me, Happy, Ch., Makes, This,