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Taking Charge Pt. 01

By: redskyes



Disclaimer: All characters are over eighteen years of age.

Editing credit: Blind_Justice

Copyright © 2013 redskyes

Author's note: Fair warning, this is not a quick read. There's plenty of sex, but this is a pretty big story. I have split it up into seven submissions, otherwise it could take quite a long while for this to be approved. This came about as a short-story experiment and exploded from there. I wanted to write about the blissful ignorance I have encountered when meeting certain married couples over the years, and the collapses of those relationships that came about when they pretended nothing was wrong. The challenge was to make it entertaining, so here's to hoping I succeeded.



Ignorance is bliss, as they say. But sometimes, ignorance is just ignorance. It is one thing to not realize there is a problem with one's marriage. It is another thing entirely to ignore it. Rebecca thought she had it all, but when her husband's cocky, gorgeous and take-charge best friend moves in with them, she finds herself careening down a slippery slope with no way to stop her descent. Is it lust driving her into another man's arms, or loneliness? Raised sheltered and pure, and now faced with temptation, Rebecca discovers that she knows far less about the woman she is than she ever imagined, and she may not really know her husband at all. Is her marriage worth saving or has she been unhappy for too long? Rebecca must take charge of her life, or someone else will. If they haven't already.

Chapter 1

It was an accident

It all started by accident. I never intended for it to go as far as it did, but I'm not sorry either. I have never been so happy and sexually fulfilled in all my life. And I never would have guessed that I'd have my husband's best friend to thank for it.

Ryan, my husband, had met Jake in grade school. They grew up together, whereas I met Ryan in college. From the moment I met Jake, I knew he was trouble. I loved Ryan, and I still do, but Jake was everything that Ryan wasn't. He was tall, blond-haired and blue-eyed, extremely fit, and beautifully handsome. The instant I saw him, I wanted him. I didn't want his personality. Where my husband was sweetly charming and always polite, Jake was rude, crude, and a domineering jackass.

No, I wanted his body.

I should stop here and explain that I'm very reserved, or old fashioned, if you prefer. I was raised in a very strict Catholic family. I wasn't Catholic myself, but one of the things I did take away from my upbringing was the notion that my virginity was a precious gift. I couldn't, and wouldn't, just give it to anyone. I'd been determined to remain a virgin right up to my wedding night, and I succeeded. But the temptations were always there. I wasn't blind to sex or the needs of my body. Attractive boys stirred up feelings inside me, as expected, but I never acted on them. I came very close to giving myself to Ryan before we married, but I managed to hold out.

But Jake...wow, Jake was dangerous. See, Ryan was a temptation, being attractive and all, and Jake was too, but add in his cocky attitude and powerful presence, and I was ashamed to admit that I was far more physically attracted to him than I was to Ryan. I'm sure if Ryan had been more aggressive -- he's a very reserved man, like me -- it would have been just as difficult for me. Still, like I said, Jake was dangerous.

I had subtly tried to prevent him from becoming a staple in our lives. I shouldn't have wanted him the way I had, with such a powerful, primal craving, but I did. But Ryan wouldn't be deterred. Jake adored my husband. Ryan had been the proverbial band geek and math nerd all his life, and I'm sure he loved that a wildly popular jock had befriended him.

I don't know why Jake liked Ryan. Maybe it was football. Jake loved it, and Ryan had an eidetic memory. He could give you the stats on every team in the NFL, and he was fascinated with the rules and the probabilities of every play, game and season. During football season, Jake would come over to our place to watch the games with Ryan, and they would stay up late into the night drinking beer and talking about this player and that coach and those piss-poor calls by the refs, and what have you. Me, I'd just go to bed early. In fact, any time Jake was around, I made myself scarce. Ryan must have thought I really hated his friend, but we never talked about it.

The truth was that I had never craved a man like I craved Jake, not even my husband. He was tall, strong, gorgeous, and a prime alpha male. He was crude when it came to women, but he never directed his attitude towards me. If he'd just been an ass, I'm sure that would have killed any desire I had for him. But no, Jake was always polite with me, even sweet, I guess. We never had deep conversations or anything, but he would ask me about my day, how I was doing, and things like that.

I'm not sure that Jake really cared to hear anything I had to say. Oh, sure, he'd listen, but what he really wanted was to watch my mouth as I talked. Jake was always watching me, checking out my butt in tight jeans, or my legs when I wore a skirt, my feet when I was painting my toenails, or my breasts when I wore a tight shirt or a low-cut blouse. Whenever I'd catch him, he'd quickly avert his gaze, but he wouldn't blush. He'd smirk though.

There was another truth there too. I liked Jake checking me out. Actually, I liked it when men checked me out in general. I liked feeling beautiful. Ryan constantly told me I was, but hearing it and seeing the evidence of it are two completely different things. Like I said, Ryan was reserved. He's not the type of guy that checks out girls, if you know what I mean. Not even his wife. Anyway, I'm far from tall, standing about five-foot-six, but I keep myself in good shape and I'm rather proud of my body. I'm used to men checking me out, and while I tended to blush when I noticed their appreciation, I still liked it.

But Jake's attentions were my favorite, and that's what made him dangerous. Those first few months of knowing him, I found myself wearing more revealing clothing when he was around, fitted jeans or skirts instead of long dresses, and tight shirts and sweaters rather than frilly blouses. Almost every time Jake came over to visit, I made a point to throw on a skimpy bikini for a dip in our hot tub and/or pool, weather permitting. The truth was that I liked showing off for him. I got a reaction from him that I couldn't get from Ryan. Sure, Ryan would smile and tell me I looked great, but Jake would practically salivate at times, and that was the kind of attention that I secretly craved.

There was one particular occasion that stood out in my memory. I'd worn the skimpiest bikini I owned, a little black thing that contrasted nicely with my pale skin. There was barely enough material to cover my most private parts. The rest of it was barely-there straps. Jake and Ryan were already in the hot tub when I came out and got in with them, bringing two bottles of beer for them and a glass of wine for myself. When Ryan went inside to pee, Jake had looked over at me.

"You look good, Rebecca," he'd told me, voice low and sexy, but his expression was far from lecherous, more cautiously appreciative.

It was the most overt compliment he'd ever given me. I'd thanked him, and that was that, but I'd been certain his voice had been laced with pure desire, and my insides had clenched with heat. After Jake left, I practically begged my husband to have sex with me. It was always like that after Jake would leave. My body would be in a high state of arousal -- I'm talking high orbit here -- and I would relieve myself with Ryan. He never suspected anything, or if he did, he never indicated so.

Jake made his living selling high-end homes, the kinds that run low seven-figures. When the housing market went to hell, his income dwindled to nothing practically overnight, and with his spending habits, I guess, he didn't have any money saved for a rainy day. My husband came to Jake's rescue, offering him the use of our guest room, and Jake had accepted. He'd been living with us for a month.

The real trouble began when I stumbled upon something I shouldn't have. Jake was always seeing some new girl, and that night was no exception. I wasn't comfortable with him bringing women into our home, largely because the ecstatic sounds of his carnal activities were quite loud -- God, the sounds those women made, I never made noise like that! Ryan wasn't bothered by it. If anything, he was proud of his friend, happy for him, and rather amused by it all.

But that night was different. Ryan was working really late, as was the norm in for the last couple of years. I'd spent the last hour soaking in a hot bath with my iPod playing Owl City. I was still wearing my headphones -- largely because Jake had come home with a girl, and I didn't want to hear what they were doing -- when I donned a big fluffy robe and decided I could use a cup of hot cocoa. Tapping my fingertips against my thigh to the beat of 'Deer in the Headlights', I passed the door to Jake's room and couldn't help but notice that it wasn't quite closed. The hallway was dark, and there was very dim, flickering light coming out of Jake's room. Candles?

Against my better judgment, I peeked through the inch-wide crack, and what I saw took my breath away. The foot of Jake's bed faced the door, and there was a naked woman beneath him, her legs splayed wide outside of his thick arms. He was pumping his hips up and down and driving the biggest, thickest, longest penis I had ever seen in my life into the woman beneath him. They were facing away from me, so they had no idea I was watching them. Maybe that's why I didn't move.

There was no sound. The loud music in my ears masked everything. I stood there for I don't know how long, mesmerized by the sight of Jake's huge penis plunging in and out of his girl, of his incredibly tight butt and hugely muscled body powering his thrusts. Her clean-shaven vagina was lifted straight up, stretched wide around the gargantuan pole of flesh pushing into her. He would draw out of her until the wide tip of his penis distended the mouth of her vagina, his thick shaft glistening wetly, thoroughly soaked in her fluids, veins bulging obscenely along his length, then he would thrust back in. With every plunge, her anus clenched tight, winking right at me.

In my shock and lust induced haze, I was somehow able to notice that Jake wasn't using his entire length. Either he didn't want to, or that poor girl couldn't take all of him. I think the real reason I watched them was because of the position. I didn't have a lot of sexual experience, despite being married. In fact, the only positions I was familiar with were missionary and me on top (sorry, I just can't call it cowgirl without blushing). Granted, what I was seeing that night wasn't much different from missionary, but the way the girl's legs were pinned in front of Jakes arms, and the way her pelvis was tilted up, good heavens, he was really thrusting into her, like straight to the bottom. I could only imagine what that felt like.

As I watched, Jake fucked his girl harder, faster. His balls lifted towards his body, tight against him. The thick tube running along the underside of his shaft throbbed, swelled, pulsed. He pushed into her and held himself there. Her thighs quivered, Jake's entire body flexed, muscles cording powerfully. I saw the exposed shaft of his penis swell and jerk inside his girl, her vagina stretched impossibly tight around him, and moments later, white cream broke free of the seal where she was stuffed full of his penis. It welled up around his shaft, and every time his penis jerked inside her, more semen was forced out of her until it began to leak down the crack of her behind and over her anus.

It was the most lurid, carnal and offensive thing I had ever seen, and so fucking hot. I couldn't stop watching.

After a long while, Jake raised his hips and slowly, so very slowly, drew his magnificently long cock out of his girl. His broad tip, as big as an apple (okay, probably not, but still huge), popped out of her with a wet sucking slurp, leaving her white-washed insides gaping open, and an instant later, his thick seed gushed out of her. There was so much of it that it poured down the crack of her butt and soaked the sheets. I could see her tight abdomen flexing, her legs quaking, and her smallish breasts wobbling as her body trembled in the aftershocks of her apparently quite powerful climax.

I saw Jake's back and shoulders shaking, like he was laughing, but I couldn't see his face. His huge length hung precariously over the girl's lower body, dripping semen onto her stomach. He grabbed his penis and slapped it against her mound a few times -- something I'd never seen before, and found oddly fascinating. Then he angled it down and powered his giant member right back inside her and wiped his sticky hand off on her thigh. My eyes went wide as Jake resumed fucking her, as though he had never come, as though he would never stop. At some point, he shifted his upper body and released the woman's legs, which instantly wrapped around his waist so that she could dig her heels into his butt, urging him to fuck her ever harder, ever faster, and Jake was only too happy to oblige.

To my utter shock, Jake came inside her again, but he never stopped. He fucked her right through his climax, and hers, white cream coating his shaft and splattering everywhere as he pummeled her. Jake stopped to roll them over and bring his girl atop him. 

Oh my God. Surely he wasn't going to fuck her again. Was he?

I caught a glimpse of his handsome face, split with a wide grin, his blue eyes sparkling as he cupped her ass and thrust his hips, pushing his incredibly wide length up into her body. She held herself up above him on her arms, her small breasts wobbling in his face as he fucked her. Then suddenly, his blue eyes flicked to the door.

I gasped and jerked out of sight. My heart was pounding so hard that it hurt.

Had he seen me? Did he know I was watching? Did he wonder how long I'd been there?

Oh God, I was mortified! I beat a hasty retreat, heading for the kitchen, wanting to run but afraid to do so because someone might see the panic in my stride and suspect what had happened. Which was silly and completely irrational, because nobody else was home. Ryan was at work. It was just me, Jake, and that girl that he was giving a real pounding.

I paused my iPod and stood at the stove, waiting for the kettle to whistle, and I couldn't stop seeing Jake's thick penis powering in and out of his girl. All the noise his girls made, it seemed perfectly justified. I hadn't heard them just now, not with my iPod blaring in my ears, but I hadn't needed to. The way that girl's body quivered and shook beneath Jake, with as wet as his penis had been from her fluids, oh I knew well enough the sounds she had been making.

The sudden voice startled me so badly that I jumped in front of the stove.

"Can't sleep?"

I glanced at Jake and felt my thighs squish together. Oh my God. I was soaked! And there was an ache low in my body, an itch, a burn, a tightening that was almost unbearable. I had never been more aroused in my life.

Jake was getting himself a tall glass of water, and he was wearing only a towel. There was a huge lump under it too, against one thigh. His powerfully muscled body glistened with sweat. His chest and arm flexed as he raised his glass and drained it completely, watching me the whole time.

Yeah, I bet he was thirsty. He should be, after the plowing he'd given his girlfriend.

He lowered the glass and sighed, then smiled. "Cat got your tongue?"

"N-no, I-I'm fine," I stammered.

Jake's smile widened. I couldn't take him staring at me, not when he was half-naked -- and probably well and truly naked under that towel -- and looked so good, glistening with sweat, chest heaving and cheeks a little ruddy from exertion. I tore my gaze away from him and plucked a mug out of the cabinet. The kettle whistled loudly.

"Just get out of the bath?" he asked while I fixed my cocoa.

I nodded, but refused to look at him. I couldn't, not when I was suddenly reminded of what I was wearing, a bath robe and nothing else. I was naked under that thing. And he knew it. I knew he did. And God, I was so wet down there, so hot that I swear I could smell it. Oh, please, I hoped he couldn't smell it!

"I think I heard you pass my room a few minutes ago," he said.

I froze, the spoon making a loud clang against the side of my mug.

"Forgot to close the door," he added, and it sounded like he was closer.

"Did you?" I said innocently.

"Sorry if you saw anything."

Definitely coming closer.

"No, I didn't see anything," I said, a little too quickly.

He chuckled. "No?"

I shook my head.

I felt him then, standing right behind me as I was adding marshmallows to my mug. He shifted closer, close enough that I felt his wide chest brush against the back of my robe. He leaned over my shoulder, his mouth close to my ear.

"Cocoa?" he said softly.

I nodded.

"Yum." His voice, low and deep, shook me to my very toes, and when he spoke again, his lips brushed against my ear. "I'd love a taste."

My breath caught. "Get your own," I breathed, and hurried out of the kitchen, away from him.

And that was how it all started.

Chapter 2

As I lay in bed, trying to go to sleep, my body thrummed with desire. I had never seen a penis like that before. No, penis wasn't the right word. As much as I found the correct word distasteful, there was no denying it. Jake had the most frighteningly large cock I'd ever seen.

I couldn't stop thinking about it. I liked to think that I had a healthy sex life with my husband, and Ryan wasn't small where it counted, but God, what would something like that feel like? I couldn't imagine. Not to brag, but I was pretty tight down there. Ryan was above average in all aspects, but I was able to handle him because he was just one of those guys that never got quite fully erect. If we went too long without sex, say about a month, he would have to take extra time with me, I'd get so tight. Would someone like Jake even fit? God, the stretching, the filling, and with his length, the depths he could reach...

I shivered violently and my insides clenched, hard.

Good Lord, why was I even thinking about this?

It took me a long time to get to sleep, and when I woke up at five in the morning, I was still wound tight. Ryan was sound asleep beside me, and the instant I saw his morning wood tenting his shorts, I pushed my hand inside them and held him. He'd been surprised, pleasantly so, and it was really good sex, even if just a quickie -- I came just before he did -- but it didn't scratch the itch quite well enough. After he left for work, I was still worked up. The itch persisted all day, the need to be stretched and filled. Again, I was pretty small down there, so Ryan filled me just fine. Or, at least I thought he did. I really wouldn't know, without a basis for comparison. He was the only man I'd ever been with.

I don't know if Jake's girl left in the middle of the night or really early that morning, but I didn't see her. In fact, I never saw her again.

Jake brought home a new girl two nights later. I was on the couch with Ryan, watching a movie, when they careened through the front door, her arms and legs wrapped around his big body as he carried her inside, and her mouth feasting on his while his hands clenched her ass. She was much shorter than the previous girl, and auburn haired, as opposed to blonde. In fact, she looked to be about the same size as me.

Christ, how was Jake going to fit himself in her?


Taking Charge Pt. 01



Just before they disappeared down the hallway, Jake caught me looking and gave me a wink. I blushed and looked away. Ryan must have seen it, because he chuckled and wrapped his arm around me, but I don't think he realized the wink was for me, and not him. At least, I think it had been for me.

Moments later, I could hear them going at it from clear across the house. I couldn't make out what was being said, but the enthusiasm of the noise, yeah, that was loud and clear.

"God, can't they make love a little quieter?" I grumbled, grabbing the remote and raising the volume.

Ryan snickered. "There's making love and then there's...fucking, and I'm pretty sure they aren't making love."

I gave him a disapproving look, but he only laughed and rubbed my thigh. He was right though. There really was a difference between fucking and making love. The morning before last, I'd fucked my husband, while he had made love to me. There was definitely a difference there. As I thought about all the times we weren't slow and gentle, I had always been the instigator. I fucked my husband on occasion, but he never fucked me. He only ever made love to me, and I had to talk him into it most of the time.

Over the years, I'd tried to get him to be more direct with me, but Ryan was just timid when it came to sex, as though he was terrified of rejection. I had to be careful how hard I pushed too. More than once, I'd vocalized that I wanted him to fuck me. Ryan had been shocked by it, and I mean shocked right out of the mood. If Ryan was anything, it was vanilla.

As we watched the movie, his hand remained where it was, fingers against my inner thigh. I really did love it when my husband touched me, even though he was only ever gentle. The constant noise from Jake's room might have been having an effect too.

"Let's do it," I said quietly.

He frowned. "Do what?"

I smiled and leaned close to whisper in his ear, drawing out the one-word reply, "Fuck."

Ryan took a sharp breath, then to my amazement, he grabbed my hand and jerked me up off the couch. Guess I wasn't the only one affected by the sounds coming from Jake's room. I fought to suppress a giggle as we ran to our room, I was so excited.

The moment our bedroom door closed, Ryan was on me in an instant, kissing me and groping at my breasts through my shirt before tearing both our clothes off. While Ryan didn't take his sweet time, neither did he, I don't know...just take me, I guess. I just wasn't getting the pounding I wanted.

Don't get me wrong. It was good sex. Short, but good. Just not any better than when I was taking the lead, which also happened to be when it was the best for me, and not just because I could control the pace and angle of penetration -- God, I loved being on top and leaning away back to make his tip rub deep inside me!

The position wasn't the problem. Missionary was Ryan's thing. There was nothing inherently wrong with missionary. I mean, I'd seen Jake fucking his girl in the same position, more or less, and she had obviously enjoyed herself.

So what was different with Jake and his girl than with me and Ryan? Was it the subtle differences in the position? Surely it wasn't just the size, was it?

With Ryan's penis sliding in and out of me, I spread my legs wider. He grunted when he slipped in just a little deeper. It felt better, and there was promise for more. Ah, her legs! Jake's girl had had her legs outside of his arms.

Grabbing Ryan's wrist, I pulled. Still thrusting, he looked down at me.

"What is it, baby?"

"Lift your hand," I told him.

His brow furrowed but he did it. I swung my leg out and up to put it in front of his arm. Ryan gave me a funny look and grabbed my ankle to put it back behind him.

"What are you doing, Becca?" he chuckled and resumed rutting into me. "Just hold still."

I couldn't believe it. He'd laughed at me. I was just trying to spice things up, trying a slight variation of the same old position, and he'd laughed!

My arousal vanished under a cold wave of mortification, then that was blown away by a blast of bitter anger. I wasn't one to fake an orgasm though, and I definitely wasn't the kind of girl to go without one either, so I focused all of my senses where Ryan was moving back and forth inside me and managed to grasp hold of a climax and ride it out, moments before he twitched in me.

As we lay there in post coital bliss -- well, Ryan did -- I tapped my fingers over the slight ache low in my body, the persistent throb deep inside me that had refused to abate since my little peepshow. Even minutes after having my husband inside me, it was still there.

Obviously, Jake's size was a difference, but that couldn't be all there was to it. Right? No, definitely not, I decided. I had two toys, both given to me by Ryan, a slender blue vibrator and a dildo that looked like it was made out of pink jelly. The dildo was the same size as Ryan. I know because we had bought it together, and made sure it wasn't too big. The first dildo that my husband got me was too large. It wasn't much larger than him, but I'd tried using it once and it was uncomfortable.

So, no, not just size.

What then? Was it the way Jake had been fucking the girl that was different? He'd certainly been into it, thrusting hard, fast, with no shortage of vigor. But he hadn't just fucked her. He had taken her, owned her. God, the way he just powered his cock into that girl...

A small sultry sigh escaped me.

"Good stuff, huh?" Ryan snickered.

"Huh?" I blinked my eyes open, then realized he thought the sound I made was because of us. "Oh, yes, honey. Really good stuff."

He kissed my shoulder, then rolled away and fell asleep. Eventually, I did too, but my slumber didn't last long.

I woke up in the middle of the night. It was two in the morning. I sat up in bed, wondering what had woken me. Then I heard it, coming from down the hall. It was muffled, but it was there, moaning, grunting, and the faint slap of flesh on flesh. That ache was still inside me, and I swear it was pulsing to the beat of noise coming from outside my room.

I moved without thinking, drawn to the sound, getting out of bed and feeling the somewhat cool air of the air conditioner drifting across my naked body. I grabbed my robe along the way, slipping it on. I only had one arm in the robe when I made it to the hall, the rest of me exposed. It wasn't even tied when I neared Jake's door, a line of dim light slashing across the floor. My robe gaped open, and while it was the softest terry-cloth robe I had ever owned, it all but chafed against my tight nipples, and my breasts felt oddly swollen, heavy. My thighs were slick too, and the instant I peeked through the gap of Jake's door, my insides throbbed.

Jake was kneeling on the bed and facing the door, leaning over the back of the small woman he'd brought home, every inch of them naked. Her ass was high in the air and her head and shoulders were lying on the bed. He had one hand on her hip, while the other was holding tight to the footboard of his bed. And he was fucking her, slowly pulling his hips back and then lunging forward. Every thrust slapped his groin against her upraised behind, knocking a gasp out of her.

Without the iPod, I could hear her. She grunted and moaned into the mattress, but I could hear her clearly enough.

"Oh fuck...oh God...so fucking big...harder...fuck me harder."

Jake slapped both hands onto her behind, sending ripples up her ass cheeks. There was a moment, while I stood there watching my husband's best friend fuck yet another new girl, when I felt proud that my ass was nicer than hers. Mine was small and tight. Jake could fuck me from behind like an animal and spank me and my ass wouldn't ripple in the slightest.

Oh, to feel a cock like that inside me, stretching and filling...

My insides tightened, and I felt something wet fill my palm. That's when I realized that I had two fingers wriggling inside me while my thumb rubbed against my clit. God, I was masturbating! I was watching my husband's best friend have sex and I was masturbating!

Jake sped his thrusts, and he looked up. Our eyes locked. His hips flew back and forth. The girl shook beneath him. He stared straight into my eyes while he fucked his girl, and the corner of his mouth lifted in a knowing grin. My fingers plunged in and out of me faster and faster. I couldn't stop. I tried. I tried so hard.

Jake's grin vanished, and his eyes burned with heat and determination, watching my hand, my fingers thrusting in and out of my molten heat, thumb rubbing my clit, my other hand pawing my breast and pinching my nipple. His hands wrapped around his girl's narrow waist and clenched hard, her skin turning white where his fingers dug in. He fucked her harder, faster, his groin loudly slapping against her ass. It took me a few beats to realize what that meant. She was doing it. She was taking him, every long hard inch of him. He was fucking her with every centimeter of his monstrous cock and she was taking it, and loving it.

The girl groaned, grunted, moaned. "You're coming. Oh God, I can feel it, you're coming!"

With his hot gaze fixed on mine, Jake thrust one last time, hard, and a climax like no other ripped through my body. I bit my lower lip so hard that I tasted blood. His face reddened and he clenched his jaw. The girl jerked her head up and groaned out loud with her climax, and there was an instant where I thought she might see me, but without looking at her, Jake moved his hand from her back to her neck, and he shoved her head back down. He fucked her with shallow but hard thrusts and I imagined he was pumping his seed into her. It was such a shame that I couldn't see it this time.

Jake grinned again, and as though sensing my thoughts, he leaned back and pulled his cock out of her with a lewd wet, sucking pop. It snapped up to smack against his body, He was still awesomely hard and thickly coated with his girl's cum, and he was so much bigger than I'd originally thought. His tip really was as big as an apple, his shaft as thick as my wrist, and he was so long that he nearly reached his own navel. Grabbing the base of his shaft, Jake slapped the slimy hard length of his thick pole against his girl's ass and thrust it up her crack.

An instant later, his cock throbbed and spit a finger-thick rope of cum up high into the air, at least two feet, probably more. It came back down like a twisting snake, splashing against the girl's back in a coiled line of thick goo. His cock fired again and again, three times, four, then five, each blast slightly weaker than the last, but they were so powerful. I hadn't even known a man could produce that much semen.

There was a long moment where Jake's climax seemed to be over, but then he wrapped his big hand around his thick shaft, angled his cock, and the big slit at his tip widened, belching a monstrous line of semen over the girl, past the foot of the bed, right at the door. It splashed against my belly and bare mound, soaking my skin and the hand between my legs, hot and thick.

I'd never...how could he possibly...that hard...holy fuck!

In the end, the girl's back was glistening with semen, and each line of it was more than my husband produced with an entire climax, and then I remembered what the girl said. She'd felt Jake coming inside her, so what I saw on her back wasn't all of it. Christ, how much semen did his huge balls produce? How much had he released inside her?

I glanced up, away from the shiny mess of the girl's back, and Jake was looking at me through his lashes, as though I was the one bent over in front of him with his cum cooling on my back. He grinned, I gasped, and I ran back to my room.

Chapter 3

I avoided Jake as best I could over the next two weeks. Of course, since he lived with us, that wasn't entirely possible. He'd catch me looking at him now and then, and while he didn't smirk or wink or do anything overt, he knew what I knew, that I'd watched him have sex, twice. That I'd seen him come, twice. That he'd come so hard and shot it so far that his semen had splashed all over me, and once was enough when it came to that.

Except it wasn't.

That night, I'd gone straight to the bathroom off our master suite and locked myself in. When I'd caught my breath, I'd inspected the damage, looking down at my tummy. There was a patch of thick goo down there, longer than wide, starting an inch or so above my bare mound and near the very top of my cleft -- Ryan liked me smooth down there, and I did too, for my bikinis, so I waxed regularly. Even now, Jake's thick cum was trickling down, oozing down my body, over my mons, sliding inexorably down and seeking the swollen lips of my sex. I raised my hand. Thick cum was webbed between my fingers, so very much of it. There was more right there than Ryan produced with an entire climax, and that was just one shot from Jake, not even all of the shot, because the rest of it was sliding down my body and over my aching pussy, and God only knew how much of that single shot had ended up on the floor, the bed, and Jake's girl.

I watched it in the mirror, Jake's cum oozing down my skin under its own weight, drawn down by gravity, and it was like it was alive, warm and seeking, searching for my pussy. Jake's cum wanted my pussy, to be inside it, because that's what it was doing, coating my labia. I leaned back against the wall and thrust my pelvis forward, so that I could better see his cum coating my crotch. My cum-coated fingers parted my puffy lips down there, so that I could see how incredibly wet I was inside, flushed red, burning sweetly from the recent fingering I'd given myself, and with latent need, the need to be filled, to be stretched, to be so thoroughly fucked by a true cunt-wrecker like Jake's...

I caught myself just before I thrust my cum-covered fingers inside me.

Oh my God! What was I doing? What was I thinking? Never mind the fact that Jake wasn't my husband, that I shouldn't be thinking about him in that way. No, that wasn't so bad. What was bad was that I'd very nearly fingered myself again, while his hot potent cum coated my fingers, with millions or billions of his sperm swimming around in that thick goo, their only purpose to seek out an egg and implant their DNA, to create a life.

And I wasn't on birth control!

So I diddled my clit and finger-fucked myself with my clean hand, mauling my breasts with the other, smearing Jake's cum over both of them, leaving them slick, pumping my fingers in and out of me, tormenting my clit with my thumb. My insides clenched so tightly but my fingers weren't enough, but the stimulation of my clit was. So I came, long and hard, shuddering from head to toe, trembling while my hot vagina squeezed my fingers, and there was a salty-sweet taste in my mouth, my other fingers, and my tongue was licking them clean, licking up Jake's cum, and I was swallowing, eating Jake's cum, and I came again, falling, sliding down the wall.

When I came to, I was sitting on the floor. My chest was heaving and my legs were stretched out and spread lewdly, thighs and hand soaked with my climax, my other hand clean of Jake's semen, because it was all in my stomach now. The taste was lingering there, on my tongue, salty-sweet, and I loved it. Tasting cum wasn't new for me, and I never minded the taste, and Jake didn't taste much different than my husband, but knowing it wasn't my husband's cum lingering on my tongue, coating my throat and churning in my stomach made it better, somehow, more sinfully delicious.

I sat there on the floor, catching my breath, and eventually stood and cleaned up. I made it to bed, dropping my robe on the floor and crawling under the covers. I curled up into a tight little ball, feeling myself trembling, not because of what I'd seen, nor because of what I'd done after -- namely eating Jake's spend -- but because I wanted more.

Anyway, like I said, I tried to avoid Jake over the next two weeks. My sex drive was running overtime too, never abating. I was an unemployed housewife -- Ryan worked hard to make the money he did, so that I could stay home, and it was his idea and I didn't argue -- so that meant that I had a lot of downtime. Taking care of the house, doing my crafts, volunteer community work, eBaying our old stuff -- the closest thing I had to a job -- none of it was enough to keep me occupied. If more than a minute went by where I wasn't busy, my thoughts drifted to Jake fucking his girls, to the feel of his cum on my skin, in my mouth, on my tongue.

I tried to use my husband to keep my needs under control, when he was up for it, sometimes propositioning him twice in one day. More often than not, relief came to me later, after Ryan was finished and I was locked away in our bathroom with my toys. Every time we had sex, it was less and less satisfying, and I think it was because my desire to try a new position was intensifying.

One night, I'd been waiting for my husband to come home, and when he came into our room, he found me sitting on the end of our bed wearing a robe. I'd greeted him with a sweet 'hi, baby' and opened the robe and shown him I was naked, then crawled onto the bed on my hands and knees, shaking my bare ass at him, showing him my soaking wet sex -- I'd been forced to listen to Jake hammering away at yet another tight vagina -- Jake had shouted out as such -- almost all night. Ryan had stripped in record time and pounced. He'd kneeled behind me and laid his body over mine. He'd stroked my body and kissed my shoulders and back, and even my ass cheeks, nibbling and kissing and licking my tight butt. He didn't fuck me like that though. He'd turned me over on my back to do that, which was mildly disappointing at the time, severely so later.

So, yeah, I avoided Jake as best I could over the next two weeks, but it didn't go well. I couldn't totally escape him. I definitely couldn't escape the noise of his nightly interludes either. Every night, I lay awake in bed, listening to the muffled sounds of Jake fucking another girl, and despite myself, I couldn't help but see it in my mind's eye, his hugely thick cock plowing in and out of some tight young woman. Every time I'd see him the next morning, there would be an instant where I saw him naked, a memory overlaying the waking world, and I would blush fiercely. I think Jake knew what was going on in my head, because he'd grin knowingly.

One night, I found myself standing in the hallway, just outside of Jake's room. I'd been woken up by the usual cacophony of sex, but it had been louder that night. The moment I'd stepped out of my room, I'd realized why. Jake's door was open by a few inches, wide enough that I probably could have turned sideways and slipped through without bumping the door. I didn't see them right away though. They weren't on the bed. Pulling my robe tighter around myself, I leaned past the door jamb and saw them.

They were standing up, in profile to the door. Her hands were high up on the wall, her incredibly tight little ass thrust out behind her, legs spread wide. Jake was behind her, fucking his huge cock up into her body. She was a tall brunette, though still not as tall as Jake, with very short pageboy hair that fell to her earlobes. She was amazingly lean, almost skinny, with really small breasts, but then I noticed her thighs, powerfully muscled. She must have been a dancer, probably ballet. Despite her height, she looked so small compared to Jake. His arms were as thick as her thighs.

I watched them for a while, Jake thrusting his hips, powering that big dick of his up between her legs, and every time he pushed in, she would lift up onto the tips of her toes just a little, like he was too big for her, too long. I couldn't blame the girl. A cock like that would probably try to come out of my throat, given how short I was.




Taking Charge Pt. 01



It really was a beautiful sight, and of course it affected me. I was breathing harder, faster, my skin was tingling and I felt hot, my legs a little shaky. Jake was gorgeous, of course, with his blonde hair and blue eyes, and she was quite pretty, actually. Both of them were very fit, musculature sharply defined. For the first time, I was more enthralled by his girl than him. There was just something so sensual about her. Her upper body was writhing against the wall, head turning this way and that, and she was quieter now, making small mewling sounds now and then. I was guessing Jake had been fucking her much harder earlier, when I'd first woken up, but now he seemed to be taking it slow.

As I watched him fuck her against the wall, her legs began to tremble, then her tight ass, her back, her arms. She was going to climax, any second, and I knew she would because Jake's thick cock was still pushing in and out of her, his wide veiny shaft coated with her nectar. I gaped in awe at the sight of his glorious cock moving and out of her, so incredibly large, like it shouldn't have fit inside that girl at all, but it was. Jake was making it fit, his perfect ass tightly flexed, leg muscles bulging.

Suddenly, she fell silent. Well, not quite silent, just really muffled. I looked up and saw two things. Jake had clamped his hand over her mouth and turned her face away from the door, and he was looking right at me. His other hand slid up her back from her hip, over her shoulder, and he wrapped it around her throat. He leaned back, pulling on her face and throat, bowing her spine, and she had no choice but to settle back down onto the balls of her feet. The next time he thrust into her, it must have been deeper, because she screamed under his hand and her entire body shook like a leaf in a hurricane.

Jake fucked his girl right through a climax, his gaze fixed on mine, while my eyes flicked back and forth between them. I saw the corner of his mouth lift, then his gaze flicked down my body and he grinned in approval. That's when I realized that I was doing it again. My robe was partially open, and my hand was thrust between my legs, pushing two fingers deep into my drenched quim. I flushed with horrific embarrassment, but I couldn't stop fucking myself.

Jake smiled then, secretively, like the girl wasn't really there at all, even though he was fucking her into another climax even then, like this was our moment, not theirs. I smiled back, the first time I had truly acknowledged the illicitness of watching my husband's friend fuck another girl. She was merely a toy for our amusement, a hot cunt that he could fuck just so that I could watch him do it. My fingers were still working inside me, my walls clenching, squeezing, and rippling.

But before I could come, Jake pulled completely out of the girl, the wide tip finally coming free of her with a loud wet pop. His cock was unbelievably hard and so fucking long, throbbing and twitching with every beat of his heart. Maybe I'd seen it enough times by then, but I suspected Jake had yet to climax. The girl was moaning in complaint under Jake's hand. Releasing her throat, he grabbed her hip, then turned her away from the door and around to the bed.

He kept her standing, tapping her ankles with his foot to spread her legs, and he pressed her face and shoulders into the mattress. They were standing in profile to the door again, but then Jake kneeled behind the girl, shuffling between her legs on his knees. Grabbing her small ass in his huge hands, Jake spread the cheeks of her butt with his thumbs, then he buried his face between them and licked her from her cunt to her asshole. Her body jerked, her head shot up, and she cried out loud, a desperate sound of such raw pleasure that it almost sounded pained.

Jake clenched her ass in his hands and licked and sucked until she was trembling again, her legs shaking so powerfully she looked ready to collapse any moment. At first, I thought she'd never come, but then I heard her breathing so fast, almost hyperventilating, and I realized she was coming, one long, torturous, glorious climax. And Jake was relentless, his mouth and tongue and guttural groans and grunts forcing her to come and come and come, his big cock jutting up powerfully, obscenely, unimaginably huge from between his legs, still shiny with her cunt juice, and shinier still because his broad tip was dribbling clear juice down his shaft every time it throbbed and jerked.

Suddenly, the girl's legs gave out. Jake leaned back and caught her, gently settled her down to the floor on her knees, her upper body flat against the mattress, head turned away from the door. Jake gave me a sly grin, and his eyes glittered, as though saying 'watch this'. He stood up behind her, almost over her ass, then he bent his knees and grabbed his unyielding cock, lining himself up to fuck her from behind. He thrust into her, sudden and sharp, almost to the hilt, then he planted one clenched fist onto the mattress and splayed his other hand onto the side of her head, forcing it down against the bed.

Then he resumed fucking her, cramming his huge cock deep into her body. It was raw and savage and so fucking primal, the way he took her from behind, kind of above, burying his big dick between her legs. Soon I could hear the rhythmic slapping of his huge scrotum against her mound, and it must have been hitting her clit, because while she seemed thoroughly fucked out of it and could barely move, let alone manage a twitch of her arm or hand now and then, I could see that she was breathing faster and harder. 

That pressure inside me was growing again, building. Jake was fucking his pretty girl and my cunt was leaking juice all over my hand and wrist. I was so very wet that I could actually hear the sloshing of my fingers pumping in and out of me, and Jake watched me the whole time, his girl murmuring, whimpering, pleading, but whether for more or to stop, I didn't know. I only knew that if I were her, I would beg him to never stop, to fuck me for as long as he wanted, as long as he could, until he killed me, if he had to.

Jake thrust into her hard and deep, held himself there, and his girl threw her head back with a loud cry, and just as quickly, she flopped back onto the bed, her body completely limp. Without warning, something inside me detonated. I came so hard that I fell to my knees, thighs clenched tightly around my hand, fingers buried deep in my clutching, climaxing core. Jake's grin was gone. He watched me come, his lips slightly parted, eyes full of desire, and he pulled his shockingly hard cock out and stood up. It was like his girl wasn't even there, wasn't a factor at all. He eyed me hungrily, like he didn't give the slightest shit about his girl, like he wanted to toss her aside and throw me onto his bed to take her place.

I wanted him to, and knew that if he came to get me, I wouldn't fight him. I would let him fuck me, right then and there, just yards away from my sleeping husband, and right next to the young woman that he'd just fucked unconscious. I would let him take me, fuck me, own me, and mark me with his seed, inside or out, whatever he wanted.

He barely moved, just a subtle shift of his upper body and one leg, but I knew he was coming. His cock was unbelievably long and hard and soaking wet with his girl's fluids, but none of his own, because he still hadn't come. He was coming to get me and he was going to fuck me, and if I let him touch me, get his hands on me, it would happen, whether I wanted it or not.

And I wanted it so bad that I had no choice. I jumped up and ran on shaky legs, away from his door, through my room and into our bathroom. I shut the door behind me and locked it, then sat down on the commode -- briefly cursing my husband under my breath for leaving the damn toilet lid up and making me close it -- and tried to calm myself, catch my breath.

I was a voyeur.

Oh my God, I was a voyeur!

Okay, this was getting intense.

Chapter 4

One entirely unforeseen side-effect of my voyeuristic tendencies? The stark realization that I was unhappy, unsatisfied, and lonely. Jake brought another girl home the next night. I refused to get up and watch them, even though I was dying to. My hearing seemed acutely sensitive, and soon enough, I'd locked myself in the bathroom with the fan on, figuring the white noise would mask the sound of my vibrator. I brought myself to a nice shuddering climax and was proud that I managed to stay away from Jake's room.

That didn't work the night after, nor the one after that, nor the rest of the next two weeks. I watched Jake fuck for nine days in total, and every time I did, I felt just a little less lonely, like this was our special time, his with his girls and me watching him. Sure, it was wrong, doing what I was doing, but it wasn't like I was getting any quality time with my husband. Either Ryan was being even more unresponsive than usual, or I was just more aware of it. I was guessing it was the latter.

So while I was inexorably falling into a pit of depravity, I only fingered myself in the hallway twice, so that was something. I also discovered that he was averaging only one new girl a week by that point. The rest of the nights, he would cycle through the girls I'd already seen, seemingly at random. Although, he had so many girls to choose from that he probably picked them based on his mood on any given night.

Every night I watched, Jake watched me. I never really gave him a show or anything. I just did my business while watching him shove that huge cock of his up into some lovely young woman's body, one after another, night after night. Curiously, the last three nights in a row, Jake brought home girls that were about my height. The first was built just like me, the second much too slender, and the third with enormous breasts for a woman of her size. His preferred women were taller, I thought. I couldn't help but wonder if he was satisfying a fantasy of fucking me, or if he was showing me that it could be done.

But that last night, Jake took things a step further. He'd powered his huge load up into the girl with big boobs, then drawn his cock out of her with a wet pop and backed away, leaving her sprawled on the floor of his room with a huge gush of white spilling out from between her legs. He turned and walked right over to the door, huge dick leading the way, wagging back and forth, impossibly hard and coated with a white frothy mix of their fluids. Instinctively, I'd backed away from his door, but I didn't go any further. Jake opened the door wide and put his hands on the frame, then leaned out and quietly asked, "Want to come in, Becca?"

I shook my head, despite wanting to do just that, very much.

Jake merely smiled at me, then he quietly closed the door.

I distanced myself from Jake even further after that, spending as much time with my girlfriends as possible. I even talked them into a week-long trip to a cabin my husband owned up in the Colorado Mountains. I didn't tell any of them about Jake. I just used the time to decompress and let him filter out of my system.

It worked. By the time I got back, I felt like a burden had been lifted from my shoulders. A week after that, I felt incomplete. I couldn't hear Jake's nightly escapades anymore, not unless I was right outside his room. He kept his door closed now, but I could hear him fucking someone in there almost every night. I guess he'd gotten the message, that what we had been doing was wrong, that I couldn't do it anymore.

Life in our house seemed to get back to normal, until one Saturday afternoon, while my husband was off playing golf with his VP and a bunch of clients, Jake walked in on me while I was sitting on the commode and reading a magazine.

"Jake!" I squealed.

He shut the door behind him and leaned against it. He had a towel wrapped around his waist, his hair was wet, and his skin was still flushed and damp from a hot shower. God, he looked amazing. I could have done our laundry on his washboard abs.

"We need to talk."

"Right now?" I balked.

See, the problem was that I was naked. I had a hot bath prepped and waiting for me, but I'd needed to pee first. I'd taken off my robe by the sink, and it was well out of reach. So there I sat, on the commode, covering my lap with the magazine and crossing my arms over my breasts. That succeeded in hiding my nipples, but not much else. Like that one girl Jake brought home, my breasts were somewhat large for my small frame.

"Right now," he nodded.

I sighed. "God, can't this wait? You shouldn't be in here!"

He frowned. "Why not? It's just a bathroom."

"I'm naked, Jake!"

"Oh." His eyebrows went up, as though he'd just figured out the problem. He shrugged. "Fine. Here."

He pulled his towel off and dropped it to the floor, and my mouth fell open. His cock was limp, but so long and thick, the broad tip hanging down against his thickly-muscled lower thigh.

"Jake!"

"What now?" He frowned, putting his hands on his hips. "You've seen me naked before. I thought this would make you more comfortable."

"Well, it doesn't!" I protested. "Now get out!"

He pursed his lips in thought. "Hmm. Maybe this is too impersonal." With that, he walked right over to stand in front of me. My field of view was filled with incredible cock. "Is this better? Should help you get over the initial shock, at least."

For a moment, I just gaped at the impressive dong right in front of me. Like I said, it was flaccid, but it wasn't going to stay that way for long, because I could see it swelling before my eyes.

"You can touch it, if you want," Jake said quietly, as though to avoid breaking the spell that had overtaken me. It worked too, because I kept staring at his cock, and I didn't shake my head either. Jake wrapped a hand around the base of his shaft and lifted his penis. It was half-hard, the heavy tip bending his shaft down in a gentle curve. "I won't mind," he added.

My right hand began to pull away from my chest, to reach out for him, but I stopped it. "N-no. I...I shouldn't."

Jake chuckled and shook his cock at me, making the tip wobble up and down. "Come on. I can tell you want to."

His cock was getting harder, the broad helmet at the end rising, shaft straightening, all of it getting thicker and longer. I had only ever touched one penis in my life, and that was my husband's. I could get my hand around Ryan, and as for length, I liked to say he measured about two hands, because when I put both hands around Ryan's penis, my top hand was mostly full. He was kind of long, really, but like I said before, rather bendy.

But Jake...what would it feel like? God, I think I'd need three hands to fully encompass it, maybe three and a half, and there was no way my fingers could fully close around him. He was far too thick. Just imagining it was making me wet.

But I shook my head.

Jake stroked his hand up his long shaft, right up to the very tip, then back down. He did it again, and a few more times after that, making himself that much harder. "Have you ever touched another man, Becca?"

I shook my head again, watching Jake beat his meat.

"Ryan's been with other women," he said, still stroking. I would have looked up at him, but just then, a pearl of thick precum welled up from inside his helmet. It pushed out, bigger and bigger, until it was heavy enough to glide down over his crown and cling to the ridge at the bottom. "Do you think that's fair?"

Another bead welled up, sliding out to join the first.

I blinked, gaping at his massive cock. "W-what?"

"Do you think it's fair," he repeated, stroking his impossibly big dick right in front of my face, close enough that I could smell his body, soapy and spicy and musky. "That Ryan has touched other women, but you haven't touched other men."

Truth be told, no, it wasn't fair. I'd had no experience at all when I met Ryan. Everything I knew, which was very little, I'd learned from or with him. It bothered me that he had more experience than I did, that he'd slept with other women, but I hadn't had the opportunity to be with other men. When we got married, I knew that I never would, and it was kind of saddening to acknowledge that.

"I won't tell him," Jake said quietly, stroking his hand down his wide shaft and holding it there. "You can touch me any way you want, and I won't say a word to him."

God, he was so big, and he was getting closer or he was just getting that much longer, because his broad tip seemed larger, and I swear I could feel the heat of it against my face. I wanted to touch him so bad, but I couldn't allow it. I tightened my arms across my breasts, keeping them there, forcing them not to move.

"I understand," he said softly, almost a whisper, and I looked up to see him nodding. "It's okay," he smiled warmly. "I get it. You can't allow yourself to touch me. I understand what you're going through."

His cock was getting closer, closer, until my view was almost completely obstructed by it.

"It's been difficult for me too, not touching you," he sighed, his big cock throbbing before my eyes, so much closer now that I felt the heat of it on my lips, and the musky male scent of him drifted into my nose. I couldn't help but breathe him in. "But I can, Becca."

I blinked up at him.

He smiled. "I can touch you. I'm okay with that."

Jake took a step closer, his cock hovering just in front of my chin, almost touching.

"I'll do it for you," he breathed, still holding his cock at the base. "I'll do all the touching, and you won't have to feel guilty."

It made sense, in a way. I mean, I was sitting on the commode completely naked. It wasn't like I could get up and leave the bathroom without flashing him. Flashing Jake would be so inappropriate, and I didn't want to be inappropriate. So I was kind of trapped there. I couldn't leave. If Jake touched me, I could say it wasn't my doing, wasn't my fault, that I'd had nowhere to go, that I'd had no choice.

I felt myself nodding.

Jake smiled crookedly and the very tip of his cock grazed my chin. God, it was so warm! He reached out his hand. His fingers dug into my hair, pushing it back so that he could grab a fistful of it at the back of my head. His big powerful cock was right there, against my chin, leaking precum on my skin. I opened my mouth, felt the tip of his dick brush against my lower lip, and it was slick as a snail.

"That's it, Becca," he breathed, holding the base of his shaft and rubbing his cock head around my lips, wetting them with his arousal. "You don't have a choice, right?"

I sat perfectly still, letting Jake rub his cock along my mouth. He was leaking, on my lips, and his taste was salty-sweet, and powerful.

"I have you trapped here," he told me, rubbing his cock round and round my lips, leaving them so very wet with his precum. "I'm making you do this, so it's not your fault." He centered his cock with my mouth and moved his hips forward. The very tip of his crown slid between my lips, so big and warm. "You're not to blame, not at all."

His hand tightened in my hair, holding my head still, and he pushed his cock slowly but firmly against my lips. I had a choice, to open my mouth or hurt my lips on my teeth, so I lowered my jaw. The huge head of his big dick pushed through my lips, making me open my mouth wide, and wider still, until my jaw began to strain.

"I'm forcing my cock in your mouth, Becca, and it's not your fault," he said, and he did, and it wasn't.

Jake pushed and his cock head slipped past my lips, over my tongue, and he groaned, his eyes fluttering shut. God, he was so huge!

"That's it, Becca," he breathed. He pushed more and more fat dick past my lips, his huge crown gliding over my tongue, deep and deeper until the very tip grazed the opening of my throat, almost making me gag.




Taking Charge Pt. 01



"Fuck, that's good," he said.

Jake stared into my eyes, and I stared right back at him. He drew his hips back until his wide cock head began to stretch my lips again, then he pushed back in. He rocked his hips slowly, pushing in and out. I had to stop this. I knew that. But his cock was so big, filling my mouth, and I loved it. My crotch was soaked and my insides were on fire, clenching tight like a fist, aching to be filled. And his taste...clean and masculine.

"Not your fault," he reminded me, slowly shaking his head. "I'm fucking your mouth, and there's nothing you can do."

He pumped his hips a little faster, thrust a little deeper. His cock hit the back of my mouth and I gagged. He grinned down at me, almost wickedly. He thrust again, hitting the opening of my throat, but this time, he held himself there. I gagged loudly and my mouth filled with thick saliva. Jake drew back a little, his broad tip resting on my tongue. There was so much spit in my mouth that I had to swallow it, so I did, but doing so forced me to close my lips around him, and of course it lifted my tongue, which pressed against the thick ridge on the bottom of his tip.

While I swallowed the saliva in my mouth, Jake held my hair tight in his fist and stroked his hand up and down his shaft, his knuckles nearly touching my lips. He just held his big dick there in my mouth, not really moving, while I sat on the toilet completely naked, vulnerable, my crotch a soaking wet mess, my insides clenching, belly flexing, thighs squeezing together.

Jake pressed forward. His big tip grazed the opening of my throat. I gagged and he did it again and again, fucking my mouth with short little jabs, gentle but insistent.

"Christ, what I would give to fuck your throat."

My eyes closed and I heard myself whimper. After a while, I stopped gagging, but my mouth kept filling up with thick saliva, so I kept swallowing, and before I knew it, my lips weren't opening back up anymore. They were sealed around his cock, and my tongue was pressing up, so that he could rub himself against it over and over. God, he was so hot in my mouth, so big, and he was leaking in there, his precum dribbling onto the back of my tongue so that it was gliding right down my throat.

Jake hissed, "Ah, fuck."

I whimpered again, and my breasts felt heavy and swollen.

"Goddamn," he breathed.

And then, curiously, the magazine fell off my lap, and my arm was moving, and I felt something warm and thick in my hand, and my breasts were no longer covered. I was stroking his shaft. My hand was on his cock and I was stroking him. I was sucking Jake's dick and jacking him off. I almost stopped, but then I felt my hot insides invaded by two of my own fingers. I was blowing my husband's best friend and finger-fucking myself, and I just couldn't stop.

"Almost there, baby," Jake murmured, thrusting his hips, fucking my sucking mouth. "That's it. Just a little more." He pushed deeper, his tip pressing against the opening of my throat.

God, this was wrong and so very hot. He needed to stop. I needed this to end. The longer this went on, the more wrong it was, and the more I enjoyed it, lost myself in it. The sooner this was over, the sooner life could get back to normal. Maybe if I just helped him along? Yes, I could help him come and we could just go right back to the way things were.

So that's why I held his thick shaft tight in my hand and pushed my head back against his fist so that I could lick his huge tip, so that I could lather his cock with my tongue and purse my lips, kissing it, so that I could slurp daintily, though not quietly, on that big fucking dick that was not my husband's.

My fingers were a blur, plunging into my quivering hole fast and faster while my thumb tormented my clit. I came, sucking on Jake's fat cock, his monstrous dong, and he grunted, growled, tightened his fist in my hair until it hurt. I took him deep and he throbbed in my hand, swelled on my tongue.

There was this hot flood of thick fluid that gushed into my mouth. It was overwhelming, unbelievable, the volume, simply too much for my small mouth. I swallowed but some of his semen spilled over my lower lip. I felt his thick cream gliding down my throat, and it was like I'd gulped down an entire cup of warm yogurt, there was so much of it.

"Fuck," he hissed.

Another flood, more creamy cum spilling into my mouth, coursing down my throat, spilling over my chin, dripping onto my breasts. I couldn't keep up with such incredible virility. I jacked him off with both hands and kissed and licked his tip, the sides of his crown, and Jake just kept on coming. Thick semen burst against my lips, cheeks and chin, flowed down my neck and chest, until finally, his cock was only leaking again, but leaking a lot.

When it was over, I sat there on the toilet with my legs spread wide, my hands on my thighs, Jake's cock head kind of resting against my parted lips while I breathed heavily and cum dripped onto my thighs from my boobs. Gradually, Jake's fist opened, releasing the tight hold he had on my hair.

"Fuck, that was good," he sighed.

I looked up at him. His head was thrown back and his body was so beautifully muscled. As much as it was wrong, I wanted him back in my mouth. I didn't put him there though. I just kind of moved my head in little circles, brushing my cum-slick slips round and round his fat tip. Jake looked down at me and our eyes locked. Releasing my head entirely, he wrapped his hand around the base of his shaft and moved his hips forward so that his thick length was resting against my upturned face from chin to forehead and beyond. He dragged his shaft down my face and stroked his cock up to the tip, slowly, hand clenched tight, and he squeezed a huge dollop of thick cum out of his dick. It fell onto the side of my nose and oozed down my cheek.

He grinned smugly, proudly. "Thanks, Becca."

Then he left.

I sat on the toilet for a while, catching my breath while my husband's best friend's cum cooled on my face and body and churned in my stomach.

My God. What had I done?



Taking Charge Pt. 02



Disclaimer: All characters are over eighteen years of age.

Editing credit: Blind_Justice

Copyright © 2013 redskyes

Author's note: This is a continuation of a series. You'll probably enjoy this more if you start with Part 1.

Chapter 5

It never happened. That's what I told myself. I hadn't sucked Jake's cock. I hadn't let him come in my mouth or on my face. Never happened. Except that it had. I was like a robot for a few days, just going through the motions of my daily routines, striving for absolute normalcy. Jake kept bringing girls home to fuck them, but none of them were short like before. They were tall, buxom or slim, blonde or fiery red, but none brunette, which was odd. I didn't watch him sleep with them though.

I blew my husband that first night, and the next morning -- having had to talk him into it both times -- but not because I wanted to feel a cock in my mouth and a man's cum in my stomach. Though I did. No, I did it because I thought it might make things right. It was only fair. I'd sucked off my husband's friend, so the least I could do was blow Ryan. It didn't make things right, and Ryan noticed.

"You okay, honey?" he asked me one morning.

I nodded and smiled over my cup of coffee. "Of course"

He frowned. "You seem out of it."

I wasn't sure what to say, because I was definitely out of it, but ignoring the problem meant the problem wasn't there, so I didn't say anything.

Ryan fussed with his tablet. "Oh, before I forget, I'm going out of town next week."

"You are?" I wasn't happy about this. With everything that had happened recently, I needed more time with him. I needed to use Ryan to wash Jake out of my head. Besides, now was not the time to be alone with Jake.

Ryan nodded. "Just for a few days. The office in St. Louis needs a hand."

I sighed and got up from the table.

"Why don't you invite your friends over today?" he suggested, either to make me feel better or to just distract me. "Have a pool party or something."

Actually, that wasn't a bad idea. I smiled at my husband and leaned over him to give him a kiss. My lips lingered there for a bit, and while no tongues were shoved into anyone's mouths, it was a really nice kiss. I drew back and cupped his cheek, just appreciating him for a moment.

Ryan was actually quite an attractive man. His hair was dark, almost black, and styled short and neat. His eyes were a soulful brown with beautifully long dark lashes, and while his mouth was somewhat smallish, his lips were full and pleasantly kissable. My husband kept himself in great shape, but you wouldn't know it if you only ever saw him in a suit. He was on the skinny side, but his shoulders were very broad for his build, and his upper body tapered down into a narrow waist that most women would envy. 

He was well-groomed too, almost obsessive about it. He shaved every day, sometimes twice a day, kept his finger- and toenails filed short, his skin soft and smooth, his hair perfect and his eyebrows tamed. He even moisturized the bottoms of his feet (I know because we use the same skincare products, and I certainly don't go through it that fast on my own). Actually, if anything, a lot of Ryan's physical attributes were quite feminine. I guess you could say he was more beautiful than handsome.

After my husband left, with another soft and sweet goodbye kiss at the front door, I called up my friends and invited them over for brunch, telling them to bring their bathing suits. I tidied up the house and my friends filtered in around ten-thirty. Susan arrived first, which worked out well. She was the liveliest of all of us, someone that I knew I could tell anything and she wouldn't judge me. She was also the most beautiful of our group, I thought. Actually, she was exactly the kind of girl that Jake would bring home, except older, when I thought about it.

Susan was tall and buxom with a true hourglass figure. Her breasts weren't bigger than mine. In fact, we could exchange bras without difficulty, but her breasts fit her frame, whereas mine looked a little too large for me. Her hair was darker than mine, true black, and just as long, and her eyes were an amazing dark blue. She was wearing a sheer short-sleeve shirt and sarong over a burnt-red bikini.

"How are you, sweetie?" she greeted me at the door, kissing my cheek.

"Good, good."

We chatted for a while and made sangria, waiting for the others to arrive. We hadn't seen each other since our trip to the cabin, so she wanted to know what I'd been up to. Eventually, she got around to the subject I'd been too chicken to bring up.

"So, where's Jake?" she asked.

"At work, I suppose."

I felt her looking at me. "Everything okay?"

I sighed and turned to face her, leaning back against the counter near the sink. "I need to..." I trailed off, struggling to find the courage to continue. I crossed my arms under my breasts and kind of slouched, like I was trying to hide inside myself. Susan got up and came over, her expression worried. "I have to tell someone," I said quietly.

Susan took my hands. "What is it, honey?"

"Jake..." I stopped, tried again. "I...I've been watching him."

She lifted an eyebrow. "Watching him?"

"Have sex," I whispered.

Her eyes widened. "Oh."

I nodded.

"And?"

I blinked. "And what?"

Susan shrugged a shoulder. "What's he like?"

I shook my head. "I don't...you're not freaked out?"

"Why would I be?" she smiled.

"I've been watching another man having sex, Susan!"

"So?" she laughed, dropping my hands to pour herself a tall glass of sangria. "It's not like you're fucking him."

I shook my head again.

Susan looked at me. "You're not fucking him, right?"

I gasped. "No!"

She laughed again. "Just asking. So, anyway, what's he like?"

It was kind of surreal, the way she was being so casual about the whole thing, and it was infectious, because before I knew it, I was telling her everything.

"God, Susan. He's just so...manly!" I gushed.

Susan chuckled.

"No, I mean it," I told her, waving my hands about while I described him. "He's so big and tall, and he's...God, he's this long," I said, holding my hand way out from my groin.

Susan blinked. "Really?"

I laughed nervously. "Oh yeah. You should see the way he pushes that monster into his girls. I don't know how he makes it fit. I mean, sometimes it doesn't. Sometimes they can only take half of him, but some of them take all of it."

"His girls?"

I shrugged. "That's what I call them. When he's...you know...with them, it's like he owns them. They're just so...subservient, like they've given themselves to him, completely."

A flush crept up Susan's chest and neck. "Really," she said quietly.

"And they're not the only ones."

Susan's eyes widened and she came over to me, whispering, "What happened?"

"He caught me when I was in the bathroom. He knew I'd been watching him."

She gasped. "He did?"

I ignored the question. "He wanted to talk about it, but...God, Susan, I'd been getting ready for a nice bath, to pamper myself, and I was naked and peeing, and Jake had just gotten out of the shower so he was only wearing a towel."

Her eyes got wider and wider, and that flush crept up her cheeks. I also noticed that her nipples were hard under her bikini top. I kind of launched into a frantic rant.

"He took off his towel, because I was uncomfortable, and I wanted to touch him, but I couldn't, because it was wrong. So he did it. He touched me. He put his..." I touched my lips with my finger. "...here, and I let him. I let him put his...thing...right here, in my mouth, and I..." I whispered the last part. "I sucked him."

"Oh my God," she breathed.

I blinked, felt my eyes welling up. "I...I sucked his cock, Susan, and he came in my mouth. He came in my mouth, on my face, and I...I loved it." That last bit came out in a little squeak.

And then I was crying.

"Oh, honey," Susan said softly. She took me into her arms and hugged me, cooing softly in my ear, telling me it was okay, that everything would be okay.

"I couldn't help it," I told her when I'd stopped crying.  "I couldn't stop. He's just so, powerful, I guess. I don't know. It's like his presence just fills the room, overwhelms me."

"Becca..."

I kept going. "It's okay to want things, to desire them. I know that. But it's not okay to act on them, not when it isn't with my husband. I wanted Jake, but I didn't do anything. I just watched him. It was an accident, that first time, but I couldn't stop watching him. I'd hear him late at night, fucking his girls. God, the sounds they make! I didn't sound like that with Ryan, and he didn't do those things to me. But I wanted to, I and wanted him to. I couldn't help myself. I watched him almost every time. But then he came into the bathroom and I was naked and he was naked and his cock was just so big and it was right there and touching my lips and I just..."

"Becca, Becca, easy," she hushed me. "Take it easy, honey. You're going to hyperventilate."

My breath was coming so fast that I couldn't breathe, if that makes any sense. Was that hyperventilating? I wasn't sure. It had never happened to me. I guess it was, because Susan rifled through the walk-in pantry and came back with a paper bag. She twisted the top, blew into it to puff it out, then handed it over.

"Breathe in and out of that, slow and deep," she told me.

I did, and within moments, I felt much better.

"Have you done anything else?" she asked. "You and Jake, I mean."

I shook my head and lowered the bag. "No. Nothing."

"He hasn't said anything?"

"No."

She pursed her lips in thought, then shrugged. "Well, then I'd just forget about it."

I dropped my arms, exasperated. "That's it? Just forget about it? Susan!"

"What?" she held up her hands in surrender. "If nothing else is going to happen, don't torture yourself. It's over. It's in the past."

I guess that made sense. I mean, I certainly wasn't planning on doing anything else, and I hadn't watched Jake have sex since that day in the bathroom. Besides, I had my husband to think about, my marriage. It would kill Ryan if he knew what I'd done. It would ruin us.

Susan added, "Besides, I doubt Jake would make a big deal out of it anyway. He wouldn't want to ruin his friendship with Ryan, let alone get tossed out on his ass. I don't think you have anything to worry about."

"You really think so?" I said with more than a little hope.

"Sure," she said casually. "Now, come on. Let's go get some sun."

With tall glasses of sangria, Susan and I laid out towels on loungers and covered ourselves with lotion. The other girls showed up later. Jody was the shortest of all of us, a little too skinny, I thought, but she had beautiful brown hair and the most amazing hazel eyes, the blue-brown variety. Carole was taller, somewhere between mine and Susan's height, and she was busty like me. Her hair was blonde and curly and she had very pale blue eyes.

We made an odd bunch, the four of us. I was the most shy and Carole was the wildest of us all. Jody leaned closer to my level of prim and proper, while Susan seemed to find a healthy balance of being conservative and a wild child. You could peg our personalities by taking one look at our bathing suits. I wore a bikini, but it covered me decently enough. Jody was wearing a one-piece, Susan's bikini was a little more daring than mine, but then Carole's was nothing more than three tiny triangles that covered her lady parts.

We drank sangria and talked until our heads began to swim from the alcohol, then took a break in the shallow end of the pool. I noticed Carole looking at me, her eyes narrowed.

"What?" I asked.

The other girls glanced at her.

"I need to take you shopping," she said, nodding to herself.

"For what?"

She grinned. "A new bikini."

I looked down at my top. "What's wrong with this one?" I tugged on the straps and adjusted the cups over my boobs. It wasn't that old, and it wasn't frayed around the edges or anything. It was a typical bikini, dark blue, no frills.

"Too conservative, honey," Carole flicked her hand at me. "Before long you'll be dressing like Jody over there."

"Hey!" she whined.

Carole chuckled and gave her a wink.

"I couldn't wear something like that," I told Carole, looking at her top. Her big boobs were practically spilling out of her bikini, and the material was so thin that I could easily make out the shape of her nipples beneath the fabric.

"Sure you could!" She cupped her big boobs in her hands and shook her chest at me. "You've got plenty to work with, just like me. Besides, your husband would love it."

True, but then so would Jake. He liked my current bikini well enough. Anything more scandalous and I could get into even more trouble than I already had. I shook my head. "I'll pass."

I got a round of boos for that, and for the next few minutes, Carole got them all teasing me about how prude I was, then a few minutes after that, she switched tactics and the teasing became words of encouragement.

"You really are beautiful, Rebecca," Jody told me with a sweet smile.

Susan smiled too. "Absolutely. Flaunt what you've got, sweetie."

It went on and on like that, and I had to admit, I was beginning to believe them. Maybe I was as pretty as they said. Ryan told me often enough.

"Who's gorgeous?" Jake's deep voice suddenly cut through the conversation.

I jumped a little at his unexpected arrival. He looked amazing, as always, wearing jeans and a fitted, bright white tee shirt that made his tan skin look that much darker. He was a big sweaty mess, seemingly having come back from work. He had taken a job with a landscaping company to make ends meet until he found something better. His shirt was soaked with sweat, clinging to his muscular upper body.

"Jake!" Carole squealed, shooting up out of the water. "Nice to finally meet you. We've heard so much about you."

He glanced at me, the corner of his mouth lifted in a knowing grin. "Have you now?"

"Well, a little," Carole smiled. She walked up the steps and Jake watched her, his eyes openly roaming over her bikini-clad body. His gaze slid down her frame, then back up, his crooked grin widening into a full-blown seductive smile. "I'm Carole," she offered her hand, laying the other one on her chest.

Jake shook her hand and held it. "Nice to meet you too, Carole."

Carole batted her eyelashes at him and his gaze fell to the hand on her chest, where her thumb was idly flicking back and forth over her ample cleavage. Jake licked his lips, blinked slowly, and looked up at her through his lashes.

"Very nice indeed," he said quietly, seductively.

"She's married," Jody blurted out.

Jake gave her a grin, but Carole whipped her head around and made a face, as though to say 'what the hell, Jody?'

Jody ignored the look and told Jake, "Her ring is in the shop."

Carole recovered and looked at him, adding, "The setting was a little loose."

Jake shrugged, still holding her hand, "Doesn't bother me."

Carole smiled.

"Wait, what doesn't bother you?" Susan asked.

"A painfully lovely woman being married," he told her, still wearing that cocky grin of his. "Never stopped me before."

"Oh, so you're a home wrecker," Jody said, cocking an eyebrow. I was getting the impression that she didn't like Jake much.

He turned his grin on her. "Oh, I'm a wrecker alright, but not of homes."

Jody blushed furiously. So did I, but thankfully, nobody noticed. Susan blinked, and Carole laughed out loud, wrapping both of her arms around one of his and kind of hugging his side.

"Why don't you join us, Jake?" she asked.

"Don't mind if I do," he smiled, drawing away from her. He picked up the nearly empty sangria from the table. "Another pitcher, ladies?"

Chapter 6

And that's how Jake ended up hanging out with us girls in the pool for the afternoon. Of course, when he came back out wearing only his swimming trunks, he looked even more fantastic. The girls and I were struck speechless by the bronze god that came down the steps into the pool. Every inch of him was tanned and chiseled to muscular perfection.

Well, every inch they could see. I happened to know he literally looked like that everywhere, but I tried not to think about it.

Jake settled into the water with a cold beer in one hand and a full pitcher of sangria in the other. He filled all of our glasses and leaned back against the wall of the pool, both arms stretched out along the lip.

Carole was, naturally, more than eager to chat him up. Jody was cold, and Susan, knowing what Jake and I had done, seemed to be regarding him with caution. But Jake was actually rather entertaining, and he was perfectly comfortable being surrounded by women. He had a dry sense of humor and there was something about the way he told stories that really grabbed your attention. Gradually, Susan warmed up to him, laughing at his jokes and self-deprecating tales. Even Jody relaxed, and by that time, I was laughing with the others too.

Later on, Jake cracked another joke and stood up to get another beer. His trunks were clinging to his body, and right there, along his left thigh, was an incredibly long and obscenely thick bulge. I quickly glanced around at my friends, all of them stunned silent, their mouths gaping open to varying degrees, and the moment he disappeared into the house, everything took a decidedly dramatic turn.

"Oh my fucking God!" Carole whisper-laughed, her face turning bright red.

Susan was quietly laughing too, turning to hug Carole's side. "Did you see that?"

Jody blinked. "Wow. He wasn't kidding when he said he was a wrecker."

All of them laughed out loud. Then Susan glanced at me, and her eyes widened. I saw it in her eyes, the questions. You blew that? How did you possibly fit him in your mouth? She cocked her head a little, and blushing slightly, I nodded. Susan started laughing, shaking her head, one eyebrow up, like she was both amused and proud of me.

And strangely, I felt proud. Of all of us, I was the one that had the least amount of sexual experience. I had had sex with only one man in my life, and the sex we had was rather vanilla, as Carole would say. At times in my life, I had regretted saving my virginity for marriage. Those times became more and more frequent as I got older. With every passing year, my youth slipped just a little further away, a youth that I had wasted.

It wasn't just about the sex. It was the fond memories and the stories that went with them. Carole had the most, but Jody and Susan both had regaled us with tales of their wild escapades in their youths. But me, the craziest thing I had done before meeting Ryan was let a boy palm my boobs through a sweater.

What Jake and I did was wrong. There was no question about it. But at least I had finally done something. I could finally say that I'd had one wild experience. It made me feel a little bit younger, a little bit more alive.

I found myself biting my lower lip and grinning at Susan, and she grinned right back, nodding subtly.

Jake rejoined us with a fresh beer, and as I watched him settle back into the pool, our eyes met for a heartbeat or two. His expression was neutral, but I felt my lips lifting in a grin. He grinned right back, secrets glimmering in his eyes as they flicked to my mouth, lingering there, and when he looked back up to my eyes, his grin widened, forming a dashingly handsome smile. Both of us knew what I had done with my mouth, and both of us were thinking about in that instant.

I blushed and looked away, and Jake chuckled.

"What's so funny?" Jody asked.

Jake shook his head. "Let me tell you about the time Ryan and I..."

I didn't really catch his story. I sat there in a daze, kind of stunned, I guess. That look had been the first time that Jake had even remotely acknowledged what had happened. I just wasn't sure how to process that. I couldn't stop thinking about what we'd done either. I remembered the sound of his heavy breathing as I sucked and licked him, my quiet gagging when he would push too deep into my mouth. I remembered the strength of his hand in my hair, the cording of his muscles when he neared climax. Most of all, I remembered the overwhelming flood of his hot cum, how very much there had been, and that I'd swallowed so much of it.




Taking Charge Pt. 02



And all the while I thought of these things, my skin grew hot, my nipples tightened, and my insides clenched.

"Be right back," I muttered, climbing quickly out of the pool.

"You okay?" Susan asked.

"Sure, sure," I nodded, not looking back. "Bathroom."

I went straight to my bathroom and ran the cold water at the sink, splashing my face. From the corner of my eye, I saw the toilet. I glanced at it, saw myself there, naked, Jake's giant cock sticking out from his body and my lips wrapped around the big tip. I gasped and looked away, stared at the mirror and marveled at the flushed skin of the woman staring back at me. Her nipples were clearly outlined under her bikini top. Her lips were parted and her breasts looked swollen. Her eyes were wide and dark, pupils dilated, and though I couldn't see it in the mirror, her insides were hot and wet. It was a woman in need, and it was me.

With a sigh, I dried my face and turned off the faucet. Through the bathroom window, I heard the laughter of my girlfriends. I wanted to go back out there and join them, but then I heard the deep sound of Jake's chuckle.

It was out there. With that one look, we had finally acknowledged what we'd done. Our indiscretion was real. It was no longer a mere nightmare -- or dream, fantasy, whatever. I had watched Jake with his girls. I had sucked his cock. I had swallowed his semen, let him anoint my body with it. And I had loved all of it.

I couldn't go back out there. I couldn't face him again today. Maybe not ever again.

With a sigh, I grabbed a towel and threw it over the bench at the foot of the bed and sat down, burying my face in my hands. I sat there for a while, listening to my friends laughing and occasionally moaning, one after another, looking up briefly when I heard the sound of feminine laughter get louder for a moment, the patio door sliding open and closing, the sound muffled once more. A moment later, the bedroom door opened. I didn't look up. I didn't have to. I knew it was him. I could feel his presence, powerful and overwhelming.

I sensed him coming closer. I saw his feet before I smelled him, his rich masculine scent faintly tinged with chlorine and tanning lotion. His fingertips touched my cheek and the scent of lotion grew stronger, and I knew why he smelled like that, why my friends had been moaning. Those big strong hands had been applying lotion to some of them, maybe all of them.

His fingers pushed into my hair and his huge hands cupped my head.

Was that all he'd done, spread lotion over their scantily clad bodies?

His hands lifted my chin up, just a little, and he sighed softly, almost imperceptibly. I closed my eyes, not wanting to see, not wanting to know.

Had he seduced my friends, like he'd seduced me?

His musk grew stronger, and I could feel the warmth of his big body, his huge presence drowning my senses.

Had Jake had his way with one of them? With all of them?

The tip of his crown brushed against my parted lips, slippery with his arousal, the salty taste exploding across the tip of my tongue. I should have pulled away, pushed him away, put a stop to this. I didn't. I couldn't.

Had he put his cock in their mouths, as he had done with me?

His hands tightened on my head and I relaxed my jaw, let my mouth fall open. His wide tip pushed against my lips. I opened my mouth wider, letting him in. He filled my mouth with ease, his broad crown gliding over my tongue, which I pressed up against the underside of him, and he sighed, drawing almost completely out and pushing back in. Not a lot. Just a little.

Had he fucked one of their mouths, as he was fucking mine right then?

His hands tightened on my head even more, turning my face up so that my mouth was more easily accessible, and he pushed that big cock of his over my tongue and to the opening of my throat. I didn't gag, even when he held himself there, even when he pushed a fraction further, down my throat just a little. He pulled back, dragging his tip over my tongue, then pushed back in to my throat, over and over, fucking my face with slow short thrusts.

My eyes were still closed, but when I heard him groan softly, a sound of such pure pleasure, raw and masculine, I had to look, had to see. I opened my eyes and found myself looking up into his. I can't really describe his expression. It was lust, adoration, need, worship, demand, and serenity. His big blue eyes gazed down at me while he fucked my face, my mouth open wide, willingly accepting the onslaught of his enormous cock.

He slid one of his hands behind my head and to the back of my neck, fingers nimbly untying the knot there. Pressing his cock into my mouth, he leaned over me and pushed his hand down my back, untying the knot there too, then he pulled my bikini top off and dropped it on the floor. My big breasts spilled out into the open and Jake groaned at the sight. With his thick member filling my mouth, he cupped one of my breasts in his free hand, stroked the slope with his thumb and pinky finger, then the tight nipple.

Fucking my face was bad enough, but touching my bare breasts, it was too far. It was too much. Still, I couldn't stop him. In an instant of horrifying clarity, I realized that I was thrilled, alive, being used and loving it. A soft sound of surrender escaped me, a moan, or a whimper, muffled by the hot thick meat in my mouth.

The sound I made did something to him, affected him in some way, because his eyes fluttered shut and he groaned. His cock twitched in my mouth and the salty taste of him intensified as he leaked onto the back of my tongue. Still cupping my head with one hand, he released my breast and wrapped his other hand around his shaft, near the base. He stroked his fist up to the tip, so that his fingers were pressed against the seal of my lips around his shaft, and holding his hand there, he slowly drew his cock out of my mouth, dragging it through his fist. He released my head then, uncurled his hand from his cock and pushed his thumb into my mouth, which I closed my lips around and suckled.

Jake explored my teeth, tongue, and lips with his thumb while he wrapped his other hand around his cock and resumed stroking it, spreading my thick saliva along the tremendous length of his wide shaft. He wasn't looking at me. His head was hanging down and his eyes were still closed. I let my gaze fall to his throbbing penis, huge and hard, watching him stroke his mighty erection. A bead of clear fluid welled up from the huge slit at his tip. His hand clenched at the very base of his crown, then he groaned and a truly enormous glob of white spilled out and over his thumb. Jake pushed that thumb into my mouth, along with the rich cream that coated it. I couldn't help myself. I licked his thumb clean, pulling the fat glob of cum onto my tongue and drawing it to the back of my mouth to swallow it.

Jake sighed and hooked both thumbs at the corners of my mouth, drawing them away from each other, pulling my lips wide open. His eyes opened and the hot demand in them scalded my body and soul. With his eyes locked on mine, his thumbs lewdly stretching my mouth wide, Jake pushed his fat dripping cock past my lips and right to my throat. His lips pressed in a thin line, he began to fuck my face, short but powerful jabs of his dick, the wide tip banging against my throat. I still didn't gag, but I struggled to swallow the obscene quantities of thick saliva that kept building up in my mouth.

I felt him jerk in my mouth and he released my lips, grabbing the sides of my head firmly. Something about the way he held my head, the way he towered over me, the way I sat helpless and nearly naked, it broke me. I gave in, completely.

I closed my lips around him and his mouth fell open. He fucked my face faster, pushing his huge dick in and out. I slurped and sucked, flicked his tip and shaft with my tongue. He took a huge breath and held it. His cock swelled even more, absolutely straining my jaw, but knowing that he was so close to release kept me going, kept me sucking and slobbering all over his perfect cock, and it was such an incredible rush, the realization that I was the one with the power, to make him come or not. Scalding hot fluid erupted into my mouth, a monstrous flood that filled it in an instant. It was so much that I couldn't swallow all of it. His rich cream trickled out of the corners of my mouth, but I swallowed the rest.

Jake wasn't anywhere near finished.

He gushed into my mouth over and over, each hot creamy burst overfilling me. His cum flowed over my chin and neck, but most of it ended up in my stomach. Finally, he drew his hips back. His cocktip hovered in front of my mouth, bobbing up and down with the beat of his heart, an angry shade of dark red and glistening wetly. I extended my tongue and licked up the occasional drop of thick semen that appeared there, gobbling down every drop he offered me. His hands fell to his sides and he watched me as I leaned forward, taking him back into my mouth, sucking and slurping on his huge tool.

It was so surreal. I kept my hands firmly planted on my thighs and slurped on his meat, taking him as deep into my mouth as I could, letting the opening of my throat nip at his tip. I bobbed my head back and forth and sucked his fat dick like a cheap whore. And that's how I saw myself. I was a cheap whore, a worthless slut, an unpaid hooker, a tramp that couldn't get enough of his big beautiful cock, a trollop that would do anything he wanted.

Jake sighed and cupped my chin in his big hand, making me look up at him. His cock fell out of my mouth and he rubbed his thumb over my lips.

"This is mine," he said softly, but so very firmly.

I could only nod.

"Whenever I want it."

I nodded again.

He smirked. "Good girl."

Pushing his hands under my armpits, Jake hauled me up to my feet and the feel of my hard nipples rubbing up his stomach and chest made my insides clench. One hand slid to the nape of my neck while the other drifted down my body, over my breasts and to my side, down to my hip. He stared at my mouth and his fingers pushed under the strap of my bikini at my hip, the backs of his fingers gliding over my overheated skin as they drifted in towards my stomach, then down, under the triangle that covered my womanhood. My breath hitched when his fingers slid under me, the backs brushing against my shockingly wet vagina, then he pulled the material aside and I felt his huge cock push under the bottom of my bathing suit.

His enormous crown pushed right against my poor overheated pussy, spread my lips apart, and it felt so good that I simply couldn't fight him. Jake pushed his cock head up my slit and rubbed it over my clit, followed by his unbelievably long shaft. My legs were shaking and my knees were threatening to buckle, and by the time he had slid against me as far as he could go, I had nearly climaxed. I stood there, a quivering mess perched on the edge of my own erotic demise, with my husband's best friend's cock shaft firmly wedged between my labia.

Jake let my bikini bottoms snap back into place, trapping his cock there, and I looked down to see his huge hard pole pointed straight up, the lower part of his shaft pressed against my mound, my bathing suit imprisoning his big beautiful dick against my body.

"This will be mine too," he said quietly, and for emphasis, he moved his hips, sliding his shaft down my slit and pushing it back up.

Reality came crashing down around me. That was too far. This was too much. He could have my mouth, since it was already his, but I couldn't give him that. Not that.

I shook my head.

Jake cocked an eyebrow and gave me a firm look, one of demand, and impatience.

"I won't take it from you," he told me, and his lips pressed into a firm line again. "You'll give it to me."

I gaped at him. I couldn't possibly do that. I simply couldn't go that far. There was no way that I could betray my husband like that.

The corner of his mouth lifted with a confident, cocky grin, and with one deft move, he pulled his cock out of my bottoms and left the room.

Chapter 7

I spent the rest of the afternoon in a daze, though I did rejoin my friends downstairs. They were lounging outside the pool, soaking up the sun while Jake swam laps, his powerfully muscled body cutting through the water with brute force. It was hot outside, but there was a nice breeze and the occasional dip in the pool kept us cool. It was a lovely day, really, but it was also terrible.

I couldn't keep my eyes off of Jake. I stole glances at him every chance I got. The worst was when he got out of the pool to come catch some rays with us. Water ran in rivulets down his perfectly chiseled body, and when he raised his arms to slick back his hair to push the water out, his biceps bulged massively. His entire upper body flexed beautifully. I had never seen a man so gorgeous, so incredibly fit. He even had muscles on his ribs!

Jake took the lounger that was between me and Carole. I couldn't bring myself to interact with him, largely because I could still taste him in my mouth, but Carole struck up a conversation with him with ease. Jake kept her smiling and laughing the whole time, and Carole couldn't seem to keep her hands off of him. She was constantly touching him, little brushes of her fingers down his arm, playful slaps to his shoulder. She was very animated too, sitting up on the edge of her lounger and turning towards him, leaning forward to push her huge rack pretty much right into his face, and Jake never even batted an eye. He openly stared at her big breasts, grinning appreciatively.

A while later, I went inside to fix us a snack. My phone lit up on the counter with an old text message. It was from Ryan, telling me that he would be coming home very late, again. A feeling of helplessness came over me, and I realized that I had been looking forward to him coming home, much more so than usual. I missed him, rarely saw him those days, so that was part of it. But more importantly, I'd screwed up again, taken Jake into my mouth and his seed into my stomach for the second time. If Ryan was home, I couldn't possibly make the same mistakes.

Ryan was the one in charge. He made all of the big decisions in our lives. I needed him with me, to remain in charge. Without him, Jake was in charge, and apparently, he was in charge of me too. I stood at the counter and looked at Jake through the window at that realization. No wonder I felt helpless. Jake was a lot like Ryan, only bigger, stronger, more imposing, and more...

I shook my head, refusing to complete the line of thought. My husband was handsome, and looks weren't everything, and there was nothing wrong with his...um, with him, down there. Ryan wasn't as long, nor was wide, and he never got fully erect, but he was just fine.

The day took a turn for the worse, because the moment word got out that Ryan wasn't going to be home until super-late, the afternoon gathering turned into an evening slumber party that just so happened to include one great big hunk of a man. Naturally, it had been Carole's idea, particularly the menu.

"I'll hit the store," Jake said, heading up to his room to change clothes.

"You sure you don't mind?" Carole batted her lashes.

Jake grinned. "Champagne, strawberries, chocolate syrup and whipped cream. With a menu like that, you couldn't keep me away from a grocery store by waving a gun in my face."

While Jake was gone, the girls and I made chicken caesar salad. They took the opportunity to gush about Jake's good looks.

"He's so fit!"

"And attractive."

"Gorgeous, and so tall!

"God, his muscles!"

They were laughing and giggling, and I invariably got swept up in their mirth. It felt like we were young girls again, gushing about the hot boy in school.

"Did you see how big he was? My God, it looked like he'd shoved a giant stick of salami down his trunks!"

That last one was from Carole, of course, and while the girls tittered and chuckled, I blushed furiously.

"He can't be that big," Jody scoffed, dismissing the idea with a wave of her hand.

"Oh, come on. You saw it yourself!" Carole said.

Jody shrugged. "Trick of the light, I bet."

"You know what I bet?" Carole said with a smirk, then she turned her grin on me. "I bet Becca's seen it."

"W-what?" I stammered, feeling my face flush with heat.

Carole's eyes went wide and her grin broke out into a huge smile, and I knew my blushing hadn't gone unnoticed. "Oh my God! You've seen it!"

I shook my head, vehemently. "No! No, I-I didn't...he hasn't..."

Susan gave me a look of sympathy, then saved me with, "I dare you to ask him, Carole."

Carole gave her a funny look. "Ask him what?"

Susan grinned. "Ask him how big he is."

Carole pressed her lips into a thin line, narrowed her eyes, then flashed a big grin. "Fine. I will."

I mouthed a thank you to Susan and she gave me a nod and a sweet smile. The girls went on and on about Jake, and by the time he got back, I felt a whole lot better about the situation. It felt like I was no longer alone, like I was just a member of Team Jake (Twilight reference totally unintentional), as opposed to standing on my own as Prime-Target Rebecca.

Jake swaggered into the kitchen with the groceries, his muscled upper body cording powerfully under his tight white tee shirt. "What did I miss?" he asked with a grin.

"Nothing," Carole blushed, but she managed to give him a sultry grin and added, "You'll find out. Or we will, I guess." That set off a round of giggling, myself included.

She'd blushed because four seconds before Jake had walked into the house, she'd been comparing his endowment to that of a horse.

Jake smiled, like he knew exactly what had been the topic of conversation moments before his return.

The lot of us sat down at the table to eat our salads, talking about everything and nothing, from books and music to movies and sports -- the last from Jody, who was a tennis nut. When Susan asked Jake where he grew up, Carole stopped her.

"Uh-uh," she shook her head. "That's what the strawberries and champagne are for."

"Huh?" Jody frowned.

"We're going to play a game," Carole told her.

Jake glanced at me and raised an eyebrow, and there was something so boyishly handsome about his expression that I found myself smiling at him. The corner of his mouth lifted and his big blue eyes sparkled dangerously, making me swallow.

But aside from that look, I'd just spent the last half-hour or so with him, and he'd been perfectly polite and charming, even innocent. I had a feeling it was because he had the attention of four women, instead of just mine.

Hm. Maybe that was the key. Jake was a conqueror. When he was with his girls, as I'd seen with my own eyes, he owned them, dominated them. He took what he wanted and made them feel what he wanted. Jake was the kind of guy that never backed down from a challenge. Maybe that's why he was pursuing me like he was. Maybe I was a challenge. Maybe if I stopped fighting him so much he would back off a little.

"What game?" Susan asked.

Carole asked me and Jake to open the champagne and get flutes, while she arranged the strawberries around the edge of a big platter, surrounding two bowls with the chocolate syrup and Cool Whip. She had Jake move the coffee table against the far wall, while she, Jody and Susan grabbed pillows from the bedrooms and linen closet. They made a semi-circle shaped pillow lounge in front of the couch, and scattered a few more in front of that.

"Have a seat, young prince," Carole told Jake, taking his hand and guiding him to sit in front of the couch, then she gestured for us to sit across from him.

Jake grinned and asked, "Okay, what's this all about?"

"This--" Carole placed the platter on the floor between Jake and us. "--is a Q&A game with rewards and penalties."




Taking Charge Pt. 02



"Rewards?" Jake grinned.

"Penalties?" Jody asked warily, making Jake chuckle.

Carole nodded and sat down with her legs crossed, briefly flashing her barely covered groin to the entire room. The rest of us girls had our legs extended and ankles crossed. We'd changed out of our bathing suits into shorts and tee shirts or tank tops (tee shirts for me and Jody, tanks for Susan and Carole). Carole's shorts barely qualified as such, they were cut so high. The legs of her shorts on her outer thighs were higher than her crotch, for God's sake!

I glanced at Jake and noticed that he was obviously appreciating the view our busty blonde friend was affording him.

"Okay, here's how this works." Carole began pouring champagne and handing out glasses. "It's kind of like Truth or Dare."

Jody blushed. Jake's eyebrows went up and he gave me a quick grin that nobody else noticed. I swallowed.

"We go around the room, starting with me, since this is my game," Carole giggled and rocked her shoulders, shaking her big boobs at us. "We can ask Jake any question we want, but you have to drink half of your glass -- consider it a question tax, or a toll, "she giggled. "If he doesn't answer, you have to finish your glass. If he does answer, he has one of three choices to make."

Jake leaned forward and grinned, listening intently. The rest of us leaned in too.

Carole told him, "Option one, you can ask us a question in return. If we answer, you have to drain your glass and then it's the next person's turn. If we don't answer, we have to shed an article of clothing, of our choice."

Jody gasped, Susan laughed merrily, and I found myself grinning from her good mood.

Carole gestured with her hands for us to calm down, then she told Jake, "Option two, you can feed us a strawberry as a reward."

"Tequila shot style?" He said, bouncing his eyebrows.

"Any way you like, handsome," Carole smiled widely. "Option three, you can eat the strawberry, with your choice of condiments, and you get to choose which of us you use as your plate."

Jake grinned, wide, sexy, and evil.

Holy shit.

"You can't be fucking serious," Jody deadpanned.

Susan burst out laughing. "Oh, this is too crazy not to play!"

Jody held up her hand. "Wait. Let me get this straight." She looked over at Carole. "We're going to be getting drunk, taking off our clothes, letting Jake eat strawberries off our bodies, or eating strawberries off of his. Do I have that right?"

Jake chuckled and stood up. "I need to change clothes for this."

As he left the room, Carole shrugged a bare shoulder. "That's pretty much the gist of it."

Jody widened her eyes. "Carole...you're married!" she whisper-shouted the last.

Carole laughed and dismissed her with a flick of her hand. "I didn't say I was going to have his children, Jody. God!"

Jody looked at me. "You too, Becca!"

She was right. This was insane. I couldn't do this.

"It's not a big deal, guys," Susan said, and I had to do a double-take to be sure I'd heard her correctly. "What?" she shrugged at my wide-eyed look and smiled. "It's just a game, you two. Have fun."

Susan had been my silent rock during this, the one person who knew what I'd done with Jake (except for our interlude that afternoon). Whenever I was feeling a small pang of vulnerability or insecurity, I could glance at her and, knowing that she knew my secret and supported me, it helped a great deal. But now, Carole was proposing that we put ourselves in a compromising situation with Jake. Susan knew how much more compromising it would be for me, and she was actually pushing me to do it!

What had changed?

I thought back to the four pitchers of sangria that we'd drank over the afternoon. Okay, maybe that's what changed. I did already have a slight buzz, so...

Jake came back, wearing loose gray cotton shorts and an old gray tank top. He was definitely dressed down, and his hair was a bit messy, but he looked sooo good!

"Oh my," Carole purred, eying his muscular arms and legs.

Jake chuckled and shrugged. "Didn't want to get food on my other clothes." He sat on the floor and leaned back against the couch, his thick arms stretched out along the cushions and his long powerful legs out in front of him. "Okay, fire away."

Carole smiled, poured half of her flute of champagne down her throat, and asked, "How many women have you slept with?"

He smiled. "I'm honestly not sure. A lot."

Carole raised her eyebrow in challenge. "Okay, stud. Your turn."

His smile widened. "How many women have you slept with?"

"Two," she fired right back, grinning as he emptied his glass.

Jake growled approvingly, and Susan chuckled. Jody's mouth fell open.

"I didn't know that," I said quietly, leaning towards Carole, who shrugged.

"Now you do." She nudged Jody with her foot. "Your turn, Jodes."

Jody held up her glass. "I seriously have to drink half of this?" Carole nodded. "But what if it's a normal question?"

Carole grinned. "My recommendation? Don't waste the champagne on a normal question."

Susan giggled, and so did I. I couldn't help it. Carole was just so carefree, so comfortable with who she was. I caught Jake watching me, the corner of his mouth lifted and his gaze glittering fondly. I blushed and looked away.

"Fine," Jody huffed, drained half her glass, and asked, "How did you meet Ryan?"

"Oh God," Carole groaned. "That's such a boring question!"

Jake defended Jody. "But perfectly legitimate." He smiled at Jody. "We grew up two houses down from each other. I had a pool, but he didn't. I got the girls, and he couldn't. He had video games, and I didn't. Oh, and his mother was a much better cook than mine. It was a mutually beneficial arrangement. Been friends ever since."

Jody flashed him a little smile, probably relieved that she was allowed to ask something that had nothing to do with sex.

But then Jake raised an eyebrow. "Ever had sex in a public place, Jody?"

She blushed, then whispered, "Yes."

Jake chuckled and drank.

"My turn!" Susan gushed, leaning forward and flashing her cleavage at Jake while she drank her champagne. "Who was the first person you had sex with?"

Jake smiled. "I can't say. I don't want to get her into trouble, and it really could."

Susan pouted playfully and drained the rest of her glass.

"I feel bad for not answering though." Jake plucked a strawberry off the platter and dipped it in chocolate. He held it out in front of Susan's mouth. "Here."

Susan smiled and leaned towards him, biting into the strawberry and taking it from him with her teeth. She leaned back and chewed, and Jake smiled at me. "Next?"

I gulped down more than half of my champagne out of nervousness, and the question I asked just fell out of my mouth. "How many married women have you slept with?"

He held my gaze. "Eight."

Holy shit. Eight? Had Jake really destroyed eight marriages?

"Did they get divorced?"

"Hey!" Carole protested, tickling my ribs with her toe, which also flashed her crotch again. "Just one question!"

"It's okay," Jake said, holding up his hand. "I think I should get to pick two options for that."

"Fine with me," Carole agreed, then gestured at my glass, "But you have to finish that."

She refilled my flute after I emptied it.

"No," he said to me, shaking his head. "None of them got divorced. I never set out to wreck marriages. I'll fuck a married woman, but I won't take her away from her husband." He dipped a strawberry into the chocolate and held it up, but not out. "Now, come get it," he smiled. "No hands."

Swallowing, I got up onto my hands and knees and crawled over to him. I had to crawl over his legs and plant my hands on the carpet beside his hips to reach the strawberry, which he was holding over his chest. I caught it with my teeth, then bit into it, my lips barely brushing his fingers. His lips parted just a bit. Chewing the strawberry, I began to back away.

"Uh-uh," he shook his head. "Finish it right there."

I narrowed my gaze but did as he told. Jake picked up another strawberry and dipped it in Cool Whip, then he held it up.

"Open," he said. I opened my mouth and he placed the wide end of the strawberry between my teeth. "Hold it for me."

Oh God. I swallowed and bit into it to keep it in place. Jake smiled, leaned in, tilted his head, then planted his lips over mine, biting into the strawberry. His lips were so soft and warm. He was kissing me, right in front of everybody, and it was wrong, but it felt so nice. But he wasn't kissing me, not really, because the strawberry was in the way. He took his time, cutting through the strawberry with his teeth, letting some of the sweet juice trickle into my mouth. A bit of it dripped down my chin. Jake bit the strawberry in half and took his part, leaning back, then he wiped up the bit of juice on my chin with his thumb and sucked it clean, smiling as he chewed.

He looked at Carole, and I did too. Her lips were parted and she was staring at his mouth. No doubt she'd watched him molesting my lips. She blinked and her eyes focused, then she drank half of her glass. Over the next hour, we went round and round with question after question. With every round, the questions became more salacious, largely because of Carole, but the champagne played a role in it too.

She started off with questions about what Jake's favorite sexual position was. Rear entry of any kind was his preferred, and if hair pulling was involved, even better. A couple of rounds later, she asked if he preferred deep throating over suckling on this tip. Jake told her neither. He preferred to put his girls on their backs so that he could fuck their throats good and proper.

And that's how it went, Carole asking a lewd question, followed by a round or two of more normal questions, then Carole escalating further. With all of the champagne we were drinking, everyone ended up asking rather intimate questions. Even the normally reserved Jody asked him if he liked fucking a girl in the ass, which he did, though he was more apt to play with a woman's ass than fuck it. My questions turned out to be the most subdued, despite the fact that I was all but rip-roaring drunk.

Jake's choices got more and more interesting too. He fed us strawberries with his hands and mouth, but he chose the most interesting ways to eat them himself. He put Cool Whip in Carole's navel and dipped a strawberry in it before eating it. He dabbed chocolate syrup on Susan's neck and licked it off. He even repeated the trick he'd done with me with Jody, eating a strawberry out of her mouth, practically kissing her too. With me, he put chocolate syrup on my lips, put a strawberry between my teeth, and licked the chocolate from around my mouth.

The strangest thing happened though. At some point during the game, whenever he would feed one of the girls, or feed himself from them, I'd get insanely jealous. He wasn't having an affair with them. He was having an affair with me. He was mine, not theirs.

I should have known that I was well and truly drunk at that point. 

On Carole's next turn, she looked him right in the eye. "How big is your cock?"

Jody and Susan laughed. I blushed because I was much too familiar with how big his cock was. Jake merely raised an eyebrow. "Not sure. I've never measured it." Holding her gaze, he asked, "What's the biggest cock you've ever fucked?"

Carole narrowed her gaze in thought for a moment. "Ten inches, I think, and almost as thick as my wrist."

Jake raised an eyebrow and raised his glass in an air-toast. "Impressive."

"That's such bullshit," Susan laughed.

"It is not!" Carole gasped, pretending to be offended by the accusation that she'd lied.

Jody shook her head. "That only happens in porn. Real women -- women like us, that is -- can't really do that."

Carole opened her mouth to say something, but Jake cut her off. "Actually, Jody, though most people think it's an urban legend, most women can handle anything as wide as their own wrist."

Susan laughed out loud. "Oh, come on!"

"No, it's true," he grinned. "It may take some work, patience and determination, but it's absolutely true."

"How would you know?" Jody asked with an eyebrow raised.

Jake leaned forward and took her hand, then he wrapped his other hand around her wrist. He looked up at her and sighed. "Sorry, Jody. Unless you're particularly adaptable, we can never be together."

Jody looked at her wrist, looked up at him, and blinked. "No way," she said quietly.

Jake laughed and nodded.

"What about me!" Carole thrust her wrist at him.

He wrapped his hand around hers and smirked. "You could take me."

"Mmm," she murmured, giving him a more than obvious fuck-me look.

Susan thrust her hand out next. Jake thought her wrists were a little smaller than usual, but that they were still compatible. He looked at me and I froze.

"Oh, come on, Becca!" Carole giggled.

She grabbed my hand, yanking my wrist towards Jake. He wrapped his hand around my wrist, rubbing his thumb back and forth over the soft skin there. His hot gaze flicked up at me and he said softly, "It would take some work, but we could make it happen."

I'd seen his cock. I'd seen how frighteningly big it was. The mere notion of him cramming his giant rod inside me set fire to my loins. My insides tightened and a soft sigh escaped me. Jake chuckled and sat back.

On Susan's next turn, she drank her champagne. "Alright, Jake. Of the four of us girls here, if you had the chance, who would you have sex with?"

Without missing a beat, he replied, "All of you."

Carole squealed and clapped her hands.

Jody gaped at him. "Even Carole and Becca?"

He smiled and nodded.

"But they're married!"

He shrugged. "And they would still be married after I fucked them."

She shook her head. "It doesn't work like that!"

"I'd take their bodies, not their hearts."

Jody frowned. "That doesn't make it okay."

He smiled. "Doesn't make it wrong either." Jody opened her mouth to argue, but Jake asked Carole, "Carole, if you fucked another man, would you care for your husband any less?"

"Of course not," she scoffed. Jody snorted with doubt, but Carole told her, "He can be a bore, yes, but he's still my husband, and I still love him." She leaned back on her hands and shook her huge boobs from side to side. "Besides, it wouldn't be the first time, and I love him to this day."

Susan and Jody and I already knew that Carole had had affairs before. But Jake hadn't known. He raised an eyebrow at that and his gaze instantly changed when he looked at Carole. She caught his look and smiled, licking her lips.

"Whatever," Susan waved her hand and gave Jake a crooked grin. "Make your choice, Jake."

Grinning right back at her, Jake pulled off his tank top and threw it aside. Every one of us girls openly gaped at his muscular upper body. Grabbing a strawberry and dipping the tip in chocolate, Jake leaned back and pushed down one side of his shorts. The sharp V of his groin appeared, along with his very shortly trimmed pubic hair. If he'd pushed his shorts down a fraction of an inch further, the base of his shaft would have been visible.

Jake set the strawberry on his groin. "Come get it, Susan."

With an uncharacteristically wicked grin, Susan crawled over to him on all fours, her firm breasts swaying beneath her. She came at him kind of from the side and put one arm over his lap, leaned down, and with her mouth wide open, she pressed her lips against his groin and the entire strawberry disappeared.

We watched in stunned silence as Susan ate the strawberry from Jake's crotch, her lips never once leaving his skin. She swallowed and moaned with delight, and with her lips still pressed to his skin, she grabbed the waistband of his shorts and pulled them down another inch. The base of his very wide shaft appeared. Jody and Carole took a sharp breath. I was absolutely silent. Susan lifted her mouth just a little, then she extended her tongue and licked from the side of his shaft up his groin. Jake tensed and his lips parted. His cock lengthened down the leg of his shorts, thickened as it grew. Susan pulled his shorts down even further and licked him again, a third time, then a fourth, until all of the chocolate was gone. But that last lick was the most impressive. About three inches of his fat swelling cock was exposed and she licked all along it, even pursing her lips and slurping on his shaft before finally pulling his shorts back up and lifting her head.

Jake grinned at her. Susan giggled and returned to her place.

I guess Susan had simply had too much to drink, or all of us had, because things only got worse from there. The next thing I knew, we were playing an entirely different game.



Taking Charge Pt. 03



Disclaimer: All characters are over eighteen years of age.

Editing credit: Blind_Justice

Copyright © 2013 redskyes

Author's note: This is a continuation of a series. You'll probably enjoy this more if you start with Part 1.

Chapter 8

I won't bother you with the questions that were asked.  They didn't matter. The only things that mattered were the choices Jake made, how quickly the situation escalated from a naughty yet mostly innocent game to a practical orgy.

First, he dipped a strawberry in Cool Whip and held it in his teeth, crawling over towards Jody like a huge hungry lion. She leaned back, away from him, but he kept coming. He placed the strawberry in her mouth, getting Cool Whip on her lips, then he slanted his wide lips over hers and ate the fruit from her mouth. His broad tongue licked most of the Cool Whip from her lips with a single swipe, and while Jody was frozen and trying not to respond to him, I could see her chest rising and falling rapidly. When Jake licked her lips again, her thighs squeezed together. When he plunged his big tongue right into her mouth, she moaned softly.

Jake kissed her deeply, moving further over her so that Jody had no choice but to lie down on the carpet. His knee slid between her legs and he pressed it into her groin. Jody whimpered but it was swallowed up by his ravaging mouth. Within moments, Jody's jaw and neck were working as she kissed him back, her hands haltingly coming to rest on his huge chest, her hips thrusting up and down to hump her crotch against his knee.

He broke the kiss, softly smacking his lips against hers, and when he crawled away, she was flushed with arousal from chest to cheeks and her nipples were tight buds straining beneath her shirt. Jake was similarly aroused. The long lump down the leg of his shorts was gone. Instead, it was up and to the side, fully erect and pointing at his hip. I couldn't take my eyes off of it, and neither could the girls.

His next target was Susan. He dipped a strawberry in chocolate and crawled towards her. Like Jody, she leaned back on her arms, only she was grinning at him, totally unafraid. Jake dropped the strawberry right into her cleavage, but some of the syrup spattered on her right breast. Susan giggled and Jake dove in, burrowing his face between her big boobs to get at the strawberry. When he was done, he raised his head and saw the chocolate syrup on her breast.

"Oops. Sorry about that," he told her with a grin. "I'll just clean that up."

Susan grinned back, but her expression changed to one of surprise when Jake grabbed the side of her tank top and hauled it out of his way. Her breast spilled out into the open and he dipped his head, licking the upper slope of her boob with his big tongue. Susan sighed and pushed her chest towards him. When Jake had licked up every drop, he opened his mouth wide and sucked her big tight nipple right in. Susan threw her head back and groaned.

While he sucked and slurped on her boob, long after all the chocolate was gone, I should add, I was surprised to realize that he hadn't put his knee between Susan's legs, yet she was thrusting her pelvis up and down regardless. That's when I noticed his elbow moving, that his hand was between her legs, that he was rubbing her crotch. I had no idea if he was touching her above or beneath her clothes, but it didn't matter, because Susan grabbed his head and pulled him up to kiss him, shoving her tongue into his mouth. They kissed for a long while, and at one point, Susan gave several short whimpers and her body shivered. I swear to God, whatever Jake was doing, he'd just made her climax.

Next was me, and to my combined relief and disappointment, he merely asked me a question. "Have you ever had a vaginal climax?"

I blinked at him. "Is there any other kind?"

Carole laughed and poked me in the ribs, making me jump. "It's when you come without having your clit stimulated, goofy."

"Oh," I said quietly. "I-I guess not."

Jake raised an eyebrow at me. "Hm."

On Carole's turn, Jake reached for a strawberry, but stopped when she asked, "Do I get to eat it?" He smiled and nodded. Carole let her gaze fall to his shorts before she gave him a sultry smile. "Then let me choose where I eat it from."

Jake chuckled and waved his hand at the strawberries. "Be my guest."

He leaned back against the couch with pillows behind his lower back, so that he was reclining with his long powerful legs stretched out in front of him. Carole didn't grab a strawberry though. She went onto all fours and pushed the platter over to him, leaving it near his hip. I shared a look with Jody and Susan, all of us wondering what she was up to. With a drunken giggle, Carole crawled over his legs and grabbed the sides of his shorts near his hips.

"Ready?" she asked breathily.

Jake merely smirked and lifted his hips. Carole slowly pulled his shorts down. The tip of his cock appeared first, hugely swollen and flushed an angry red, then inch after inch of monstrously thick shaft appeared. When about half of his cock was out in the open, Carole sighed.

"Oh, that's gorgeous."

I couldn't argue with her. I glanced at the other girls. Susan had a good view, the same as mine from on the other side, and her mouth was open in shock. Jody had to shuffle closer to Susan to get a better look, and when she did, her eyes widened.

"Oh my God," she breathed, getting her first good look at Jake's mighty weapon.

Carole pulled Jake's shorts down to his knees, and when his cock was finally fully freed, it slid over from his hip and pointed straight up, the wide tip hovering just beneath his navel. His smooth balls were truly enormous, resting on the floor like a pair of bagged apples. Carole simply gazed at his endowments, slowly shaking her head back and forth.

"Bigger than you've ever had?" Jake asked with a grin, spreading his legs wide.

"Oh, yes," she replied with a breathy chuckle, settling onto her knees between his legs.

Jake raised his arms and laced his fingers together behind his head. "I'm all yours, Carole."

All of us watched as Carole, without taking her eyes off that hugely hard cock, reached blindly for a strawberry and drenched it in chocolate, fully submerging it and the tips of her fingers. Plucking it out of the syrup, she held it over his big balls and dripped chocolate onto them, then up along his shaft. That's when it hit me, what she was doing. Carole was going to lick chocolate syrup off of Jake's balls and cock. But there was a lot of surface area to work with. She had to dunk the strawberry back in the chocolate syrup two more times to drizzle it onto his wide crown.

With Jake's monstrous throbbing member and hugely swollen balls drizzled in chocolate, Carole slurped the chocolate from the strawberry then dipped it in the Cool Whip. Jake raised an eyebrow as she moved it towards his crown and spread Cool Whip over it. She had to do it twice to fully cover his tip.

"Well, this should be interesting," Jake said, smiling smugly.

We watched with breathless anticipation. Jody actually got up to sit down on the other side of Susan, to get a better view.

Was Carole really going to do this?

"I'm ready to eat, Jake," she purred sexily.

Jake reached out to touch her cheek with his fingertips, stroking them down her jaw and over her chin, then across her lips. "Feel free to gorge yourself," he smiled, putting his hand behind his head again.

Carole chuckled and shook her ass and chest, then she leaned down and stuck out her tongue as far as she could. She pressed her tongue against his balls and licked, drawing chocolate syrup into her mouth and kissing his huge sack.

"Mmm," she murmured, licking and kissing his balls again.

"Holy shit," Jody whispered, as though not to break the spell. "She's doing it."

Carole nodded, either in reply to Jody or to herself. She licked, sucked and slurped on Jake's balls until the smooth skin was shiny and clean, and his powerful dick throbbed and twitched with every lick. She pressed her tongue to the top of his balls and licked a few inches up his huge shaft. Jake sighed and let his head loll back and his arms fall to his sides.

Carole didn't just lick him clean. She made love to his big beautiful dick with her mouth, licking, kissing, sucking and slurping along his fat veiny shaft, the center, one side, then the other side, before proceeding up, up and oh fucking God so far up. The scale was just unreal. Jake's cock was so big that it seemed impossible that Carole would be able to take him into her mouth. But I knew she could, because I could. His cock had been there, in my mouth, knocking on the entrance to my throat and threatening to push inside. If I could do it, I knew she could.

She took her time cleaning his shaft with her lips and tongue, leaving every long hard inch of him shining with saliva. When she reached the ridge of his crown, she worked her way back down, dragging her chest along the floor and working her way back up to his crown again, and by then, Jake's tip was leaking substantial amounts of clear glistening fluid into his navel, forming a shimmering pool there. Jake finally lifted his head to watch her. Carole locked her gaze with his, wrapped her hand around the middle of his shaft as best she could -- fuck, he was big! -- and she pulled his cock up, away from his chiseled abs. When it was sticking straight up, Carole shuffled forward on her knees. Her short tank top had been pushed high up her torso, so that the very lower slopes of her big boobs were exposed.

"Here we go, Jake," she said softly, leaning over him, opening her mouth wide, wider, stretching her jaw as much as she could.

Jake reached out and gently cupped the back of her head, and it must have blocked Susan's and Jody's view, because both of them quickly shuffled further to the side. I didn't move. I wasn't sure that I could open my legs anyway. My thighs were squeezed so tightly together in a desperate attempt to relieve the pressure inside me. So I just sat there and watched Carole lower her gaping mouth over the Cool Whip coated head of Jake's cock, her lips clearing his tip without touching, the clean ridge of his crown brushing her lips. Finally, she closed her mouth around him and her cheeks caved in.

"Oh fuck," Jake groaned, head falling back, hand clenching in Carole's curly blonde hair.

"Mmm!" she moaned around a mouthful of thick hard dick, pulling her glistening lips up to the very tip of his cock and kissing it before pushing her mouth back down.

She got most of the Cool Whip that first time, but she made sure to clean him thoroughly. Carole slid her wet and widely stretched lips up and down the top two inches of Jake's thick member, twisting her head as she did so, sucking and slurping noisily.

I glanced at Susan, at Jody, and they looked at me too. It hit us at the same time. Carole was no longer playing the game. She was sucking Jake's cock, and doing a mighty fine job of it. I felt a twinge of jealously spark through me, because his cock was mine, not hers, but also because she clearly knew how to handle such a monstrous member. She wasn't timid in the slightest, like I'd been. Carole confidently blew Jake, a real pro, licking and kissing and sucking and slurping his fat fucking rod like there was no tomorrow.

"Fuck!" Jake groaned, snapping me out of my reverie.

Abruptly, he sat up. His chiseled abdomen pressed against the top of Carole's head. He reached out and grabbed the side of her shorts and pulled. With his cock in her mouth, Carole shuffled on her knees, turning perpendicular to his body so that she was sucking him from the side, but Jake kept pulling.

"Come up here," he said huskily.

Carole moaned loudly around his huge throbbing member and shuffled further so that her ass was beside his chest. Jake grabbed the top of her shorts with one hand and pulled them right down, baring her naked ass. It took some doing, a little fancy shuffling and leg work, but working together, Jake managed to pull Carole's shorts clean off of her, throwing them across the room.

I couldn't believe this was happening, not even when Jake pushed his hand between her thighs and made her spread her legs, then Carole arched her back and pushed her ass towards Jake's hand, squealing around a mouthful of fat dick. I couldn't see, neither could Jody or Susan, but we all knew what was happening. Jake was fingering Carole. His arm was pumping back and forth, pushing his fingers in and out of her, and after a few seconds, I could actually hear it, the wet sounds of his digits plunging in and out of her vagina.

"Christ, you're an amazing cocksucker," Jake groaned.

Carole moaned appreciatively and flattened her hands on his hips, bobbing her head up and down, twisting it side to side, noisily slurping on his huge cock. I saw Jake staring at her ass, lick his lips, then he was moving her. Carole swung her leg over his broad upper body and Jake grabbed her behind her knee, putting her foot up on the couch cushions. Holding her hips tight, he lifted her lower body with ease. Carole moaned again, realizing what we already had, what he was doing, and she put her other foot up on the couch while she moved her hands to the carpet. She was in a kind of pushup, hovering over Jake's body with his thick dick in her mouth.

Jake licked his lips again, then he buried his face between her thighs. Carole yanked her mouth off his cock and threw her head back, letting loose a long loud wail. "Oh God!"

Jake growled and shook his head between her legs, his hands clenching hard around her hips. Carole moaned and squealed, dropping her forehead onto his wide shaft as Jake ate her cunny from behind. Apparently, Jake didn't like the lack of attention. Shuffling down so that he was lying flat on his back on the floor, Jake put Carole's knees on the floor too, and with his face still buried between her legs, his mouth sucking and slurping noisily, he grabbed Carole's hair and forced his cock into her mouth. I watched inch after wide inch of his shaft disappear into her mouth. Her eyes went wide and she gagged, and I saw her arms strain, trying to lift off of him.

Suddenly, Carole arched her back and screamed around Jake's dick. Her hips pumped up and down and she shoved her ass towards Jake, who growled and ate her wildly, big strong hands squeezing her plump ass. Jake began pumping his hips, and soon he was fucking Carole's mouth. She gagged every time he pushed into her lips, and within moments his exposed shaft was liberally coated with the thick saliva that Carole's mouth couldn't contain. Carole screamed again, long and loud, and her eyes rolled back into her head and her lids closed. She was coming, long, loud, and hard.

My insides clenched so powerfully that it hurt, then released and clenched again. My pussy was swollen with arousal. My clit was on fire. My hot tunnel ached to be filled. My fingers were...wet? That's when I realized that my legs were spread and my hand was shoved down into my shorts, two fingers stroking over my clit and soaking wet folds. I was masturbating in front of my best friends while one of them had Jake's cock in her mouth and his mouth on her pussy.

Holy fuck.

Jake pumped his huge hard cock in and out of Carole's mouth for a while, when without warning, he yanked her head off of him and pushed her over. She fell onto her back, chest heaving with deep breaths, thighs spread wide, lewdly. Carole pushed one hand down her tummy and cupped her mound while the other squeezed a large breast and tweaked a nipple. Jake pulled his shorts the rest of the way off and threw them clear across the room. He grabbed her upper arms and hauled her up to her knees. Carole was caught by surprise when he slanted his mouth over hers and kissed her deeply, snaking an arm around her lower back to press her body flush to his, trapping his huge saliva-coated cock between their bellies.

Carole simply lifted her chin and surrendered her mouth and body to Jake's lips, tongue and hands, where they cupped her ass and lifted her off the floor. Carole wrapped her legs around his waist and mashed her chest against him, feasting on his mouth, licking and biting his thick lips and sucking his wide tongue. Jake's achingly hard cock thrust between her legs and out the other side. He pumped his hips, sawing his shaft against her bare pussy. Shuffling around on his knees, Jake turned to face the couch, then he set Carole down on her knees and turned her to face the couch too.

Flattening a hand on Carole's upper back, Jake pushed her down, bending her over. His other hand was resting on top of her ass, but he slid it down, turned it sideways, and two of his fingers disappeared between her legs. Carole threw her head back and groaned out loud, but Jake pushed her upper body back down, pressing her chest and side of her face into the cushions. His arm pumped back and forth a few times, pushing his fingers deep. He drew his hand back and his fingers were thickly coated with Carole's juice. When he pushed his fingers back into her, adding a third, she mewled with delight.

"Your turn, Jody," Jake rasped.

When she didn't say anything, I glanced at her. She was staring at Jake, watching his fingers plunge in and out of our friend.

"Ask a question," he said, changing hands inside of Carole, spreading her juice all around his cock, using her arousal to jerk himself off.

Without taking her eyes off the action, Jody drained her entire glass and asked, "Are you going to fuck her?"

"Yes."

"Oh God," Carole mewled, pushing her cunt onto Jake's hand.

Jake took his fingers out of her and spread more of her thick arousal along his cock, then he pushed her legs apart, shuffled up behind her, and pressed the monstrously huge head of his dick against her slit.

Carole moaned, "Oh God, fuck me."

With a deep growl, Jake pushed over half of his cock into our friend.

"God!" she screamed, tossing her head back and bowing her spine. Jake pushed her back down and shoved almost the entirety of his cock inside her. Carole whimpered and dropped her head to the couch, "Oh fucking God!"

Pumping his hips, fucking that incredibly big cock of his into Carole once, twice, he said, "Come get your strawberry, Jody."

Blinking, Jody blindly set down her empty glass on the carpet. It fell over, but she didn't even notice. She stood up on shaky legs and slowly approached the rutting pair. Jake fucked his huge dick in and out of Carole's shaking body. She mewled, whimpered, and groaned with every deep thrust. When Jody stopped beside Jake, he messily dunked a strawberry in the chocolate and placed it in his mouth. He turned his upper body to Jody and, still fucking Carole with his huge member, lifted his chin. Jody leaned over him, closing her lips over the strawberry and his mouth.

I couldn't tell you when she finished eating the strawberry and was just kissing him, her hands on his face and shoulder, but I can tell you with certainty that she was entirely unaware of him pulling her shorts and panties down her legs, at least not until they hit her ankles and she stepped out of them. She was still kissing him when he rubbed his chocolate covered fingers along her glistening pussy, and she jumped at the sensation.

Grabbing her hip, still fucking Carole's writhing body, who was gripping the cushions tightly and pushing back to meet his powerful thrusts, Jake moved Jody to stand in front of him. She had to spread her legs wide to do it, but it worked perfectly for Jake, because while pumping his dick into Carole, he grabbed Jody's ass and pulled her pussy into his mouth.

"Fuck!" she hissed, grabbing two fistfuls of Jake's hair as he licked the chocolate off her cunt.

Jake sucked and slurped between Jody's legs, kneading her ass with one hand while sliding the other around to her front, pushing it under her shirt. Jody's mouth fell open and her eyes widened down at Jake, the lump of his hand under her shirt pushing up, covering one of her small breasts, squeezing and caressing. Jody grabbed his hand through her shirt. I thought she was going to pull his hand away, but she pressed it harder into her breast.




Taking Charge Pt. 03



And that was the scene thus far, Carole bent over in front of the couch and Jake plowing her cunt from behind, his huge rod slashing in and out of her wet hole, glistening and throbbing, veins bulging. His mouth between Jody's legs, licking, kissing, sucking and slurping at her twat and his hand under her shirt, mauling her breasts.

With a slurp and kiss, Jake spoke against Jody's snatch. "Go, Susan."

Susan blinked at him, at Jody and Carole, then she looked at me. She was clearly in a state of shock, but the instant she noticed that I was stroking my clit and cunt under my shorts, she grinned and looked at Jake, draining her glass.

"How many can you handle at once?" she asked.

He chuckled into Jody's pussy, making her shiver. "At least one more."

He thrust hard into Carole, grinding almost every inch of his cock inside her, and she climaxed with an ear-piercing scream. When she was finished, he pulled his throbbing dick out of her and grabbed Jody's hips. "Come here for a second," he said, moving her aside. "And take off that fucking shirt."

Jody took a sharp breath and did as she was told, peeling her tee shirt off. Her small boobs bounced free, her bra shoved above them by Jake earlier, and she took it off too. Jake picked up Carole and unceremoniously dumped her lengthwise onto the couch on her back.

"Get a strawberry and sit down, Susan," Jake said, turning his upper body and grabbing Jody's ass, once more pulling her snatch against his mouth.

"Aww, fuck!" she groaned, throwing her head back as he resumed fucking her with his mouth.

Susan actually ran to the platter, grabbed a strawberry and dunked it in Cool Whip, then plopped down on the couch. Without looking, Jake pulled her shorts off with one hand and spread her legs, then he held Jody's hips and moved her, sitting her down on Susan's lap. Susan had to lean back, but Jake put Jody right where he wanted her, and when she sat down on our friend, their smooth vaginas were stacked neatly one atop the other, swollen and glistening wetly. Jody's outer lips were far more swollen and flushed red from Jake's attentions, but Susan's thighs were shockingly wet.

"Now that's a fucking sight, if I've ever seen one," Jake said huskily.

Grabbing Susan's hand with the strawberry, he placed it right over Jody's pussy, then he reached out and pushed two fingers into Carole, two into Susan, and planted his mouth over Jody's cunt, and all of them cried out.

"Oh God!"

"Fucking hell!"

"Oh, Christ!"

I cried out too, because at that moment, I pushed two fingers inside me and rubbed my clit with my thumb while pinching a nipple through my shirt. It was so fucking unreal, Jake finger-fucking Susan and Carole while he ate the strawberry from Jody's pussy. At one point, he leaned down and closed his mouth completely over Susan's vagina, licking and slurping noisily while he pushed his thumb inside Jody.

Carole was the first casualty, coming twice on Jake's fingers and passing out during the second climax. I was getting close. My cunt was throbbing and clenching, drenching my hand and wrist, not to mention my shorts.

Jake's muffled voice snapped me out of a haze. "Becca. Your turn."

I gasped. "Are you going to fuck them too?"

Jake merely chuckled, straightened up between Susan's and Jody's widely spread legs, and shoved his cock into Susan. She cried out loud, trapped beneath our friend's writhing body as Jake speared Jody with two fingers. I noticed that he didn't get near as much of his cock into Susan as he had with Carole.

"Fuck, you're wet, Susan," he growled, pumping her with only half of his cock.

"So fucking big," she moaned beneath Jody.

Shoving his hand under Jody's ass, Jake lifted her up. She planted her feet on the edge of the couch and grabbed the top of it behind her to raise herself up above Susan. Jake dove into Jody's twat, licking her from perineum to clit with long swipes of his broad tongue while he pumped Susan's cunt full of thick dick, his arms bulging as he held Jody's lower body aloft with ease.

It hit me without warning. My cunt clenched down on my fingers and I came with a scream, flopping onto my back and writhing on the carpet, shoving my hand under my shirt to maul my breasts.

Jake laughed. "Coming without me. There should be a punishment for that."

I couldn't disagree. I came down slowly.

"Get over here," he said.

My body moved on its own. I'd gone too far with him already, twice, no less, and this situation was far worse than either before. Carole was married. I was married. Jake had already fucked Carole and was fucking Susan right then. He'd already determined that he was too big to fuck Jody, so that left only me. I couldn't fuck him. I loved my husband. I didn't want him to leave me, regardless of how lonely and unhappy I was.

But my body wanted Jake more.

Still, no matter how badly it wanted him, I was not going to fuck him.

Picking up a strawberry, I knelt beside Jake. Still fucking Susan, he took his mouth off of Jody's twat and looked at me.

"I'm not fucking you," I told him firmly.

To my amazement, Jake smiled sweetly. "I know. But I could really go for a strawberry right now."

His big blue eyes fell to my lips and he gave me such a sweet, charming look, seemingly so harmless, that in that moment, I trusted him, perhaps more than I had ever trusted anyone. I put the strawberry in my mouth, cupped the back of his head in my small hand, and brought his mouth to mine. Jake ate the strawberry, then he kissed me, soft, sweet, tender, and at great length. It was a kiss I found myself easily lost in, reverent, respectful, as though he was telling me that my mouth, this one little part of me that I was willing to give him, was a precious gift, and his kiss was his thanks.

I curled my hand in his hair and cupped his cheek, kissing him right back as hard as I could, the only way I knew, licking along his full lips and plunging my tongue into his mouth. My God, he tasted amazing. I felt his hand graze my hip. I let go of his cheek and grabbed his hand, curling my fingers around his and squeezing tight, feeling his tongue chase mine back into my mouth. His tongue was so much bigger than mine, dwarfing it entirely, almost filling my mouth as he licked my teeth.

"Oh God!" Susan screamed.

I broke away from the kiss, pulling Jake's head to my chest. Susan was packed full with half of Jake's cock, and she was coming right then, as I watched. It was an amazing sight, her outer lips stretched so tightly around Jake's wide shaft, her climax pushing juice out along his cock and down her ass.

My gaze flicked up, where Jake was pushing three fingers in and out of Jody. He'd struggled to get two fingers inside her before, then three, but now he wasn't having any trouble at all. His earlier assessment about their incompatibility was both wrong and right. She appeared to be quite adaptable.

When I looked at him, he was smiling. I leaned down and he lifted his chin for a kiss, but that's not what I was going for. I held his chin in my hand and turned his head to whisper in his ear.

"It will fit."

Jake grinned and pulled his cock out of Susan with a wet pop. He leaned over Jody, pushing her legs against her chest, and pushed his arms under her back. He lifted her up off of Susan and pulled her tight against him while he knelt on the floor, and moving one hand down to cup her ass, he pushed her butt away from him.

Jody blinked at him, her eyes glazed from the champagne and arousal. "Are you going to fuck me?"

Jake nodded. His frighteningly large cock was sticking almost straight out from his body, and he was trying to find her gash. Without even thinking, I wrapped my hand around his cock. Jake hissed with pleasure. I fitted him at her opening and he pulled her ass towards him.

"Oh my God. Oh fucking God," Jody breathed.

Jake's cock strained at her pussy, spreading her labia wide, her hole, but she was wet enough and he had loosened her up with his fingers. Her swollen labia stretched wider, then her inner folds. The very tip of his cock began to disappear, until finally, with a groan from him and a sharp gasp from her, his crown popped inside her.

"Oh shit," Jake murmured, pushing an inch of his big shaft into Jody. "Now that's fucking tight."

He never once moved his hips. He simply pushed on her ass and let gravity throw her back at him, rocking Jody's petite body back and forth onto his huge member. She gushed and groaned, chest heaving and flushing with arousal. Unlike with Carole and Susan, Jake's member was quickly coated in white cream from Jody's cunt. He wasn't able to fuck her with more than a third of his cock, but he fucked her to a climax in less than a minute, and he didn't stop.

"Goddamn, Becca," Jake groaned. "She's so fucking tight."

By that point, I had moved again, so that I was hugging his side, rubbing my hands over his sweaty back and stomach, breathing in his gloriously masculine scent. Occasionally, my hand in front would glide down to the root of his shaft to play with him there, sometimes lower, gently cupping his huge and heavy balls. I couldn't get enough of his body, the powerful feel of it, skin soft and muscles so very hard. Soon I was rubbing the front of my body up and down his arm, frustrated that my shirt was in the way, so it really made sense to just lift it, but not to show my nipples, because that would be fully flashing my breasts, and that would be wrong.

Susan sat up and leaned back against the couch, playing with her clit, watching Jake fuck our friend. Carole was back with us too, though she was merely caressing her breasts and belly. Jake's brow was furrowed in concentration.

"Too good," he groaned quietly. "Too fucking good."

Jody gushed, "Oh God. Oh fuck."

"Gonna come," he warned her.

"Not inside," I told him. "She's not on the pill."

Jake growled and held back his climax. "Come for me, baby."

Jody took a sharp breath, another, her eyes flew open and she shattered, screaming her release.

Jake roared. "Fuck!"

With one swift movement, Jake threw Jody off his cock and onto the couch, then he grabbed my waist and hauled me onto his lap. His achingly hard cock slid under my shirt and throbbed against my body. He pumped his hips, using my body to bring him over the edge, that huge hard cock rubbing a hot line from belly to sternum.

God, he was so huge!

His arms were tight around me, tighter, and he no longer moved his hips. He simply lifted and lowered me moving only his arms at his shoulders, pressing me tight to him, using my body as a masturbation aid and rubbing that big fucking dick against my soft stomach and breasts. My arms were trapped between us, which pushed my breasts together, and the wide head of his cock just plowed up and down between my boobs.

He roared into my mouth, his huge tongue licking at my teeth, and he came. Hot cum exploded against my neck and chin, splashing out all over my chest and shoulders with the incredible force of that initial eruption. He came like a geyser, huge quantities of thick semen that quickly soaked my body and shirt, and in mid-climax, he slid his hand under my shorts and over my ass and his fingers underneath me. I felt them come to rest against my slippery cleft and stop there. He was giving me a choice, and I made it. I shoved my cunt down onto his fingers, rubbed myself along their pads, and with his cock still jerking and spurting under my shirt and him tongue-fucking my mouth, I came for him.

When it was over, Jake collapsed onto his back, bringing me with him. I ended up sprawled on top of him, straddling his abdomen while his cock spit the last dregs of his climax between us and his lips continued to softly play about mine. We lay there for a long time, so long that the room became uncomfortably quiet. The only sounds were of all of us trying to catch our breath, and of course, of Jake kissing me. My thoroughly semen-soaked shirt squished between us and his cock, which at last, had begun to soften against my belly.

I tried to push off of him at one point, but he growled and cupped the back of my head, keeping my mouth pressed to his, reminding me that my mouth belonged to him. He kissed me slow but deep, firm but yielding, and for so long that my insides were quivering once more.

Jake tightened his arms around me and deftly rolled us over. He held himself above me on his arms, gazing deep into my eyes. His mouth opened and closed, like he wanted to say something, but couldn't. Ultimately, he merely smiled. I blushed furiously. Jake glanced at my shirt, absolutely soaked through with semen and clinging to my swollen breasts, then he grinned.

"I think I ruined your shirt."

Chapter 9

I don't remember much of the rest of that night. I woke up the next morning (well, a supreme hangover woke me up) and Ryan and Jake were both gone, having already left for work. I didn't even remember the girls leaving the night before. I think Jake had carried me to bed though. How I ended up in a clean shirt and nothing else, I'm not sure, but I tried not to think about it. Jake had left a glass of water and two Tylenol on the counter for me, along with a simple note that said 'You should probably run the laundry today'. I blushed furiously, remembering what he'd done to my shirt.

Maybe it was morbid curiosity, but I went looking for it. It was in the hamper in the laundry room, still damp with Jake's semen. My nipples tightened at the memory of his huge cock under my shirt, wedged between our bodies, spewing hot cum all over me like some kind of hedonistic fountain. With a cup of coffee, I was heading for the patio when I noticed that the living room reeked of sex.

God, how had Ryan missed that last night? Maybe he'd just been too tired when he finally got home.

I opened the windows to air out the room, then noticed a few spots of chocolate syrup on the carpet. I shot them with carpet cleaner and sipped my coffee for the allotted time indicated for the product, then gently scrubbed the stains and treated them again with a deep stain remover. Grabbing my phone, I took my coffee outside and sipped at it, enjoying the early morning breeze as it played over my bare legs. A particularly gusty draft blew up and under my shirt and over my bare mound, reminding me that I wasn't wearing panties. It surprised me, how comfortable I was with that.

I dozed off on the lounger, waking up when my phone chimed with a text message.

Jake: I lik your friends

I snorted at the typo, and being in good spirits, decided to tease him a bit.

Me: Like or Lick?

Jake: lol both

I laughed a little

Jake: how does steak and baked sweet potatoes sound for dinner?

Me: great, if you're cooking

Jake: absolutely :)

We texted back and forth for a little while. Jake was stuck at work watching a mandatory safety training video, and he called me during a break. He was 'sooooo bored!' It was really nice, bantering with him. He was in a good mood and seemed determined to make me laugh, which he did several times. I guess he had good reason to be in a good mood.

There was no denying that the previous night had happened, but it hadn't changed anything. Well, that wasn't entirely true. Something had definitely changed. Jake and I had never connected, but we were connecting now. We talked about my friends, how I met them. I told him some of the crazy things Carole had done over the years, being the wild one of the group and all. I told him how much I appreciated Susan, how supportive she had been for me, no matter what was going on in our lives. I told him how Jody had helped me get into shape, training me at the gym to build and keep the body that I have today.

"She did her job splendidly," Jake chuckled.

I smiled and bit my lip at the compliment. Jake talked to me on the phone through his entire break, but eventually, he had to go, and I found myself wishing that he didn't. I spent the rest of the morning cleaning up the living room. Around ten-thirty, I got a text from Susan.

Susan: Starbucks@11:30

I rushed across the house and took a quick shower, dried my hair, and struggled to find an outfit in the closet. For some reason, I just wasn't happy with my wardrobe that day. I don't know what I was looking for, but I didn't find it. I spent so much time in the closet that, when I checked the time and saw I only had fifteen minutes to get to Starbucks, I just grabbed a tee shirt that I'd never worn and an old pair of jeans. The shirt was a baby tee and it left a strip of my smooth stomach bare, but I didn't notice that last part until I was fast-walking through the parking lot.

Susan, Carole and Jody were already there, sitting at the only occupied table on the patio. They looked radiant, all of them dressed casually but beautifully.

Getting a cappuccino, I joined them outside. It wasn't until I sat down with them and looked at their neutral expressions, noting that all of us were avoiding eye contact, that the full enormity of the prior night finally hit me. For a moment, I couldn't breathe. My hands began to shake, my cup and saucer clattering noisily until I set it down. With a sigh, I slumped back into my chair.

Nobody said anything for a while. We just looked at each other while the occasional bright fluffy cloud rolled across the otherwise clear blue sky. At first, we kept avoiding eye contact, but when I was looking at Susan, her eyes met mine for just a second and then flicked away. I looked away too, but when I glanced at her again, she met my gaze and the corner of her mouth lifted just a little.

"Sooo," Carole said quietly, dragging out that one word.

The uncomfortable silence dragged on.

"Nice day," Susan commented.

"Mmm," I nodded, sipping my delicious cappuccino.

Again, silence. Unending, unbearable silence.

Jody cleared her throat, blushed, and murmured, "I think he broke me."

Laughter erupted around the table, even from Jody. We laughed long and loud, hysterically, insanely, until our faces and chests were flushed and we were shedding tears, dabbing at eyes with napkins to keep our makeup from running.

With a husky note, Carole drawled, "That was sooo fucking hot!"

"I know!" Susan whisper-shouted, reaching over to grab Carole's thigh.

And from there, collectively, we whisper-gushed about the previous night. It surprised me how easily I was able to join them in their revelry, how natural it felt.

God, he's so gorgeous! His muscles! He bounced me on his cock like I weighed nothing! Did you see how much of that fat fucker he got inside me? Oh my God, what that man can do with his mouth! Poor Susan could only take half of him! Really? That was all I managed? Holy shit! I swear to you, I ache all the way up to my stomach! Oh, but did you see how hard he came on Becca? Her shirt was soaked with cum!

On and on it went, whisper-shouting, laughing, giggling, and a few squeals and high-fives. We had had one absolutely crazy night. We had seen a side of each other that we'd never thought we'd see. We had shared one incredible hunk of a man between us. And we were proud of it.

When the laughter died down, Carole shook her head and smiled. "That was insane. Even for me."

Jody looked around the table and asked, "When are we doing it again?"

That kicked off another round of laughter.

"Wait," Susan said, holding up her hand. "Does anyone even know how that happened?"

"Who cares!" Carole laughed.

Jody shrugged. "I don't know. He just kind of...took charge."

Carole laughed again. "Oh, did he ever!"

Jody reached out to cover my hand with hers on the table. "I can't believe you live with him. That must be insane, resisting him all the time."

I sighed at the blissful feeling of freedom that coursed through me and tried to suppress a smile.




Taking Charge Pt. 03



"Hey, what was that?" Carole said, leaning forward to look at me.

"What was what?" Jody asked.

Susan gave me a knowing look and said, "She doesn't."

Carole's mouth fell open and Jody's eyes went wide.

"Oh my God! You're fucking him!" Jody hissed.

"No, I'm not!" I said firmly, but grinning. "He just--" I waffled my hand back and forth. "--has his way with my mouth now and then."

Carole chuckled throatily. "That is fucking awesome."

To Jody, I added, "I won't have sex with him."

"Yeah, right," Carole snorted. "Honey, it's just a matter of time before he gets that cunt-wrecker inside you."

Jody and Susan both laughed at that.

Admittedly, I'd thought about it, how it might feel to have something that shockingly huge inside me, but there was no way I would allow it. "Never going to happen."

Carole shook her head. "Sweetie, you've already opened the door. May as well jump through it."

"No," I told her. "I really do love my husband."

Carole raised her eyebrows.

"Becca!" Jody hissed, briefly glancing at Carole. "That wasn't nice."

I guess it wasn't, though I hadn't meant to imply that Carole didn't love her husband. I blushed deeply, thoroughly ashamed.

"It's no big deal," Carole waved away the perceived insult.

Jody shook her head. "Carole..."

"No, really," Carole cut her off and leaned forward. "Girls, swear to me that you will never speak of this outside of our group."

All of us nodded and leaned in, keenly interested in what our friend was about to reveal.

"David knows about the affairs," she whispered.

That kicked off a round of gasps from all of us, as well as apologies, and concerns. Was he going to divorce her?

"He's impotent," she told us, then added with a shrug. "Well, mostly. There are times where the little blue pill can help him get it up, but he never gets fully erect."

That last part sounded eerily familiar. Ryan never got fully erect either,  long and thick enough that at times we had to take things slow, but still. Would we eventually have to resort to blue pills too?

"Oh my God," Jody said quietly. "I had no idea."

"Nobody does," Carole laughed. "I love David, with all of my heart. I will never leave him, but...come on, a girl needs satisfaction, you know?"

"What about toys?" Susan asked.

"Oh sure. We use toys. We've found all kinds of ways to pleasure each other as best we can, but sometimes nothing but a real cock will do the trick."

"I can't believe this," Jody shook her head. "I mean, I can't believe he knows."

Carole snorted. "Honey, half the time he's there, watching." Jody gasped and Susan's eyes went wide, and so did mine. "He was uncomfortable at first, but that first time I was with another man, he insisted on being there. Imagine our surprise when during the third time he managed to get an erection. I'd say there's about a one in five chance that when he's watching, he'll get hard enough to fuck me." She shrugged again. "I love him. He loves me. It works for us."

Jody blinked, then sighed and gave Carole a supportive smile. "Well, if it works, then I guess I'm happy for you guys."

Carole patted her hand fondly. "Thank you, sweetie."

Jody glanced at me and haltingly asked, "So...can Ryan not...you know?"

"No, no, no," I shook my head vehemently. "That's not it at all. It's just...well, he's not home much."

"Neglect," Carole said quietly. "That's a marriage killer if I've ever seen one."

I shrugged. "Well, it's not neglect, exactly. I mean, he's just gone a lot, sure, but...well, he's kind of vanilla."

Carole and Susan laughed. Since Carole didn't need emotional support, the girls gave it to me. I told them about what had happened thus far with Jake, about how I had tried -- on multiple occasions -- to satisfy my sexual urges with Ryan. My husband was a good man, but he had no interest in anything but missionary. He was so uncomfortable with anything 'out of the norm' that it took a good fifteen or twenty minutes to finish him with my mouth.

I think the allure with Jake was that he was just so very different from Ryan. Jake was free, unashamed. He took what he wanted, when he wanted. I wanted Ryan to take me like that. I wanted him to see me in the kitchen, cooking for him, and bend me over the counter and fuck me, if that's what he wanted. I wanted my husband to desire me, crave me, and take me as the mood struck him. I wanted Ryan to be free of himself.

"God," Jody sighed. "And during all of this, you have to live with Jake and watch him with his girls."

Susan laughed. "She doesn't have to watch him. She chooses to watch him."

"That's self-inflicted torture, honey," Carole grinned.

"I know," I frowned.

Jody's expression brightened with an idea and she grabbed my hand. "Maybe you should ask Jake to talk to him!"

I shook my head. "Oh God, no. I couldn't do that."

"Why not?" Susan asked.

"What's he going to tell Ryan?" I scoffed, mimicking a man's voice as best I could. "Here, buddy. Let me show you how your wife likes her mouth fucked."

The girls burst out into raucous laughter. When they had calmed down, Carole brushed her curly blonde hair out of her eyes. "Well, honey, you better do something, because you can only resist Jake for so long."

And that was the honest-to-God truth.

After a bit, we settled into casual conversation, giving the requisite compliments to each other about how nice we looked. I actually got genuine compliments on my ensemble, which had been thrown together out of frustration. Carole liked the look most and suggested that I expand on it. Jody was, I guess not surprisingly, feeling rather confident that day. She wanted to expand her wardrobe too. Since we were all together anyway, we went shopping as a group. I picked up a few more baby tee shirts, half of which bared a lot of my stomach, and very low rise jeans. I wasn't comfortable buying them, but the girls talked me into it. Carole talked me into wearing a pair out of the store, which I was insanely reluctant to do. The waistline was so low that if I moved the right way, you could tell that I was waxed down there. Yeah, low rise, alright.

Susan bought new panties and bras, and they looked so amazing on her that I had to get some for myself. The boy-short style panties favored my body type really well, and were much more comfortable than a thong. I had to pick up more thongs though, thanks to the new jeans. The demi-cup bras showed a lot more cleavage than I preferred, but I had to admit, they were quite sexy.

The girls talked me into getting a few skirts too, the longest falling to about mid-thigh, while the shortest simply could not be worn without underwear, if you catch my drift. But they were cute, and they looked great with the gypsy tops I bought too. Hell, the gypsy tops looked great with everything, though they did show off everything below my breasts. Carole talked me into wearing a white one out of the store as well.

With new strappy low-heeled sandals, I looked like a new woman, and I felt like one too. I was rather excited to show Ryan my new look.

Back home, I went right to my room and checked myself out in the full length mirror. My long dark hair was pulled back in a low pony tail, cascading down my back in big loose twists. A new necklace wrapped around my throat, a simple silver charm dangling just below the hollow of my throat. My shoulders were mostly bare, thanks to the gypsy top, and there was an awful lot of smooth creamy chest on display. The gypsy top clung to my torso just beneath my boobs, exposing the soft expanse of my stomach, and with the jeans riding as low as they were, there was a lot of stomach to show, not to mention the black lace of my thong. God, the jeans looked great on me, but if I bent over far enough, the top of my butt would show.

I loved it!

I was in high spirits, cleaning the grill when the patio door opened behind me.

"Holy shit," Jake breathed.

I turned around and struck a pose with my hand on my hip. "Do I look okay?"

Jake shook his head and dropped the shopping bag he was carrying, then he came closer, stopping about a foot away. He swallowed and just stared at me for a while. At first, he looked kind of shocked, but then his eyes filled with something else, something darker, sexier.

"No," he said softly, shaking his head, and his hands twitched like he wanted to reach out and touch me. "You look amazing, Rebecca."

He said my name sweetly, almost reverently, and it made me feel wonderful.

"Thank you, Jake," I smiled.

He bounced his eyebrows, as though he couldn't believe it was really me standing in front of him. He looked pretty damn good himself. He wore a dark blue tee shirt that looked painted on, and it really brought out the blue of his eyes. His jeans were old and faded, and he was wearing heavy work boots. His muscles bulged under his shirt too, looking ready to burst right through the tightly stretched cotton.

We just stood there and looked at each other for a long time. I don't know what he was seeing, but I was remembering how he looked without a shirt, or any clothing at all, for that matter. Maybe he was remembering the same thing about me. I knew this though; Jake wanted me. Right then, right there, he wanted me more than anything. I could practically feel his gaze ripping the clothes from my body.

He took a fraction of a step closer, swallowing and licking his lips, like he wanted to kiss me, desperately. The urge to reach out and touch him was enormous. I hadn't felt desired in so long, and certainly not the way Jake made me feel. He wasn't just staring at my mouth, which he already owned, which I had already given him -- though I wasn't entirely certain that I would do so again, despite my apparent agreement before. No, he gazed hotly at every inch of me.

He came even closer, so that I had to look up at him, and unbidden, my hands reached out for his hips. I stopped myself and looked past him at the shopping bag.

"Are those the steaks?"

He nodded, still gazing down at me.

I grinned. "Shouldn't you be getting them ready?"

Jake raised his eyebrows. "Oh. Right."

With a big grin, I watched Jake head back into the house, picking up the shopping bag along the way. He was just so out of it, so dazed, and knowing that I was the cause of it was extremely, well, arousing. I felt so feminine, and powerful, like his libido was putty in my hands.

But was it really?

I found myself testing that theory, maybe unconsciously, maybe not. While Jake seasoned the steaks, I fixed the salad and sides. When I was getting the fresh vegetables out of the fridge, I made sure to bend way over and to let the top of my butt peek out of my jeans.

"Where is that darn lettuce?" I complained.

It was right in front of me, of course, but complaining had the desired effect.

"Should be in the..." Jake began, but he stopped with a sharp intake of breath.

"Hmm," I murmured, slowly waving my butt back and forth. "Ah, there it is."

I stood up and smiled triumphantly at Jake, who closed his mouth with a click.

"Something wrong, Jake?" I asked innocently, cocking my head.

He looked at me for a long moment before replying flatly, "Not at all."

I shrugged and chopped up the lettuce, bell peppers and tomatoes, and grated fresh cheese. Popping the salad in the fridge, and bending way over again, I got out a bag of green beans and got them set up in the steamer on the stove. By that point, Jake was outside, seasoning the steaks and getting the grill ready. The moment of quiet and lack of taunting Jake allowed me to wonder if Ryan was going to be home in time for dinner. Normally, I would have called or texted him to find out, but that day, I didn't. Either he'd make it home or he wouldn't.

I really hoped he did though. I felt so good, so revitalized, and I wanted to share it with him. It would be such a waste if he had to work late again.

I glanced outside, where Jake was grilling the bacon-wrapped tenderloins.

Well, maybe not a total waste.

Popping the top off the steamer, I leaned into the stove a bit and let the steam flow up my chest, leaving it nice and glistening and no doubt adding a sexy little flush to my cheeks. Sure, it would take a lot longer to steam the green beans, but I did that all the time. It felt nice. You should try it.

Jake came back in and asked, "Ryan going to make it for dinner?"

I turned towards him, pulling the top of my gypsy shirt away from my chest over and over, as though trying to cool off. Jake's gaze was fixed on the glistening slopes of my boobs, and the always obvious bulge in his jeans was even more obvious. "I don't know. Has he called?"

It took him a moment to answer. "Not me. You?"

Just then, my phone chimed from the living room.

"I'll get it," he grumbled, tearing his gaze away from my chest.

He came back a moment later with my phone. I checked the text from Ryan. He was working late again. I was a lot more disappointed than I thought I'd be. With a sigh, I put the phone down on the counter and turned my back to lean against it.

"He's not going to make it?" Jake said.

I shook my head and stared at my feet. I'd really hoped that Ryan would come home. I felt so confident, so beautiful, and I wanted my husband to see it. But once again, like so many nights over the last few years, I was going to be home alone.

Jake came over to me and gently took my shoulders in his hands. "You okay?"

I nodded, trying to ignore the loneliness in my heart.

"You really wanted him to be here tonight, didn't you?"

I nodded again, trying not to cry.

"So that he could see how beautiful you are."

I looked up at that. Jake gazed at me with adoration, and I could see it in his eyes, how very beautiful I was to him. He slid his hands down my shoulders, and my gypsy top nearly went with them. He held my upper arms in his big strong hands and leaned down. His warm lips pressed a soft kiss to my forehead, then another above my eyebrow, another beside it, another on my temple.

"I'm sorry, Rebecca," he murmured, putting his cheek against my temple and rubbing against me like a cat, his breath warm on my ear.

I sighed and rubbed my cheek against his, taking comfort in his presence, his hands sliding back up my arms and over my shoulders.

"I'm sorry he doesn't appreciate you like he should."

I whimpered at the truth of his statement, and it was so hard not to break down and cry. Jake kissed my temple again, my eyebrow, then my eyelid, so soft and so gentle.

"You have to show him, you know," he whispered, hands sliding up my neck, his body closer, though I didn't remember him moving. "Men don't always pay attention," he said, kissing the side of my nose, down my cheek. "Sometimes you have to just...put it out there."

He kissed lower, at the very corner of my mouth, while his hands slid down my chest and to my sides. For a moment, I thought he would cup my breasts, and I pushed my chest towards him for him to do just that, but his palms merely grazed the sides of my boobs and held my waist. His hands clenched there, only for a moment, but firmly, to let me know that he had me, that he was stronger than me, that if he wanted to, he could take me.

Unexpectedly, his lips brushed along mine. It wasn't the contact itself that caught me off guard. It was the utter tenderness of it. I froze with my lips only slightly parted and he kissed me again, the softest, sweetest kiss I had ever received. His lips smacked quietly, twice, and the very tip of his tongue teased my lips further apart.

"Are you okay?" he asked quietly.

Strange that he would ask right then, I thought. But then again, my legs were shaking, and I might have been hyperventilating, so maybe it made sense to ask. His lips worked softly against mine.

"Is this okay?" he asked, still kissing me. "I mean, it's okay to kiss you, right?"

I wasn't so sure about that. I mean, it felt great, and I was lonely, and he made me feel good, and he was such a good kisser, but I was also vulnerable, and married.

"It's okay for friends to kiss, isn't it?"

Well, put that way, I supposed it was. I gave him a small nod and he smiled against my mouth.

"Good."

Jake slanted his mouth over mine and his broad tongue swiped between my lips, plunged into my mouth. It was so sudden that I took a sharp breath through my nose. He'd kissed me last night, of course, but I'd been a bit drunk -- okay, a lot drunk. But now, I was completely sober, and kissing Jake was simply unreal. His tongue was huge, filling my mouth, claiming it, owning it. I tried to suck on his tongue but he took it away, lips closing against mine.

"You're good at this," he said.

He kissed me again, starting with another plunge of his fantastically big tongue, driving it into my mouth, forcing my jaw open with its size, and just as fast, it was gone.

"Really good."

He kept kissing me like that, teasing me with his tongue, a quick but so very deep plunge into my mouth and back, smacking his lips softly. Ryan didn't kiss like this. Not at all. Ryan jabbed his tongue into my mouth and kept it there, and I always did the same with him. What I was doing with Jake wasn't kissing. I don't know what it was, but kissing wasn't it. It couldn't have been, because I had been married for years, and I had never, ever, ever been kissed like that before. Raising my hands, I pushed my fingers into his thick blonde hair and kissed him back, trying to do it the same way. I must have done something right, because Jake clenched his hands around my waist and groaned into my mouth.

"Does Ryan kiss you like this?"

I didn't wait for him to kiss me again. I licked his lips and pushed my tongue into his mouth and pulled it back. I shook my head.

"That's a shame."

Such a simple statement, but also true. It was well and truly a shame, because a kiss like this deserved to be followed up with amazing sex, and sex with Jake would be amazing. I knew it would, despite how large he was and how very tight I would be, how deep he would penetrate me, how thoroughly he would fuck me. But that could never happen, of course.

"You don't mind that it's me, kissing you instead?" he said huskily.

I shook my head again.

"I'm so happy to hear you say that."

Jake held my waist tight and literally tossed me up into the air. I squealed and he caught the back of my thighs. I wrapped my legs around his waist and grabbed the back of his neck. He wasn't really holding me up with his hands either, so my weight pushed my overheated crotch against his denim-confined erection. Cupping my ass with one hand, Jake grabbed my ponytail and pulled my mouth down to his.

Oh, now this was a really great way to kiss. I was a little higher than him, since he was holding me, so I was able to kiss him from above, and every time he pushed his tongue into my mouth or I pushed mine into his, he would thrust his hips and rub the long hard length of his member right up between my legs. The pressure inside me was insane, but the friction against my clit through my jeans was rapidly bringing me to the point of release. Within moments, my jeans felt soaked through, and I had no doubt they really were.

"God, I want to fuck you," he growled.

My reply was one simple word. "No."

Jake chuckled and turned, then started walking. I didn't know where he was taking us, but I didn't care. It didn't matter as long as he kept kissing me and groping my ass and clutching my hair and rubbing his erection against my crotch.

"Can I just put my cock inside you?"

"No."

"Not even just a little?"

I actually laughed a little and clenched my fists tight, pulling his hair. "No."

He was laying me down, on a bed, though which one, I wasn't sure, but I still didn't care.




Taking Charge Pt. 04



Disclaimer: All characters are over eighteen years of age.

Editing credit: Blind_Justice

Copyright © 2013 redskyes

Author's note: This is a continuation of a series. You'll probably enjoy this more if you start with Part 1.

Chapter 11

He was asleep when I opened the door, sprawled out on his bed with the top sheet covering only his left leg and part of his groin, leaving the rest of his powerfully muscled body bare. His soft but incredibly thick length was lying across his right hip, completely uncovered. His eyes fluttered open when I sat down on the edge of the bed. When he realized I was wearing only my bra and panties, his eyes widened and he pushed up onto his elbows, his deliciously chiseled core rippling with strength. I may have imagined the tell-tale twitch of his cock, but I doubt it.

"Becca?" His voice was gravelly from sleep, deep and dreamlike. He took a moment to look me over, to take in my near nakedness, no doubt wondering what I was doing in his room. "What time is it?" he asked, glancing at the alarm clock beside his bed.

It was just after one in the morning. He looked over at me.

"What's wrong?"

I just looked into his big blue eyes and shook my head.

Jake frowned and sat up, taking my small hand in his much larger one. "Did something happen?"

I didn't answer him. He was closer now, big and warm, and that was all I'd come into his room for. I leaned my shoulder into his chest and he wrapped his powerful arms around me.

"Do you want to talk about it?" he asked.

I shook my head and buried my face into his neck.

"Okay."

Jake cupped the side of my head and held me close. I felt like a tiny doll, surrounded by his huge body, encased within his warmth, safe and protected. He pushed his nose into my hair and breathed deep, rubbing my back soothingly with one large hand. After a while, Jake leaned back, taking me with him. He lay on his side, facing me, and pulled me into his chest. My eyes were a bit below his, but my toes barely reached his shins. God, he was big.

He held me for a long time, both arms around me, just looking at me. It was an incredibly tender moment, and extremely dangerous. I'd taken a chance, risked wounding my pride, and my husband had failed to man up. He had driven a cold spear right through my inner goddess. That's what it had felt like, anyway, like the feminine creature within me was a candle dying in the night, and now that I knew what it felt like for that candle to burn, the prospect of it being snuffed out was terrifying.

But Jake was there, totally and utterly masculine, ready and willing to plunder a female body whenever one was available. And mine was absolutely available. The candle within me was still burning, low but still hot. I had worked myself up to fully give myself to my husband, to give him anything he wanted. Right then, mentally and emotionally, I was a wreck, but physically, I was still primed. My body didn't care who I was with. It merely wanted to be taken, to be possessed. It yearned for it, burned for it, and if the tingling of my skin and the wet heat low in my body was any indication, it didn't care that the man I was currently lying with wasn't my husband.

I was half-naked. Jake was completely naked. Aside from my lingerie, there was nothing between us, not even a sheet. His body was so warm, skin so soft, muscles so firm. It struck me then, the source of his appeal. Jake was a man with every fiber of his being, a leader, a pure-bred masculine specimen of nature. He was an alpha male. He took want he wanted, when he wanted it, and women freely gave themselves to him.

In that moment, with our foreheads resting against one another, his mouth so close to mine, his arms around me and our legs intertwined (I'd hooked his calf with my heel and pulled his leg between my thighs), every inch of my body was his. I'd have given him anything he wanted, right then and there.

He grinned charmingly, just one corner of his mouth lifting, then he closed the distance and pressed his wide mouth so very softly to my lips. Considering the immeasurable sexual power of the man, it was the most tender kiss I'd ever been given. It took my breath away, the gentleness of that kiss, and the barely perceivable timid hesitation of it, how his lips almost didn't move. But they did move. His mouth opened and closed, in time with mine, and he kissed me again. I took the lead on the next kiss, then he took it back. He kept his tongue in his mouth, so I licked his lips. He took a sharp breath through his nose and his long broad tongue plunged inside me, his mouth claiming mine in a scorching kiss that melted and tightened my insides. He palmed my head in his hand, brushing his thumb over my cheek with his fingers dug into my hair, controlling me, holding my head while he pushed his tongue in and out of my hot eager mouth.

Suddenly, Jake stopped kissing me, drawing his mouth back just a little, just enough to break contact, and he closed his eyes.

"Roll over," came his strained whisper.

I blinked at him. "What?"

Jake opened his blue eyes, and the raw masculine heat there was unbelievable. He shifted his lower body. The achingly hot and hard length of his cock pressed against my stomach and thigh. When he spoke, his voice was low, almost a growl. "Becca, if you don't roll over within the next five seconds, I'm going to fuck you."

It wasn't a warning, nor a threat. It was a promise. I looked at him, both nervous and aroused (God, I was wet down there!), and a little frightened. I realized I was counting too.

One-Mississippi. Two-Mississippi.

Jake sighed.

Three- Mississippi. Four- Mississippi. Five-Missi...

He frowned and slid his hand to my shoulder, gripping tightly, eyes sparkling, cock throbbing, ready to fuck me. Going to fuck me.

I rolled over. Jake spooned me. With his huge body surrounding mine from behind, and his insanely big dick pressed against my back in a hot line, I fell asleep.

The subtle shifting around of a very warm and very big body woke me up later. Jake was lying on his back and I was nestled against his side with his arm around my waist and his hand gripping my hip possessively. God, even in his sleep, he was aggressive. I was more or less sprawled across half of him. My arm was lying on his chest and my knee was pulled up somewhat, with my thigh pinning his early-morning erection against his abdomen. The top sheet was shoved all the way down to the foot of the bed. As I noticed that, he murmured something in his sleep and thrust his hips a fraction, pressing his erection against my thigh.

Oh shit. He was naked and I was in bed with him! But for how long? God, had Ryan already woken up?

Carefully, so as not to wake Jake, I lifted my leg off him, then glanced behind me at the alarm clock. Seeing that it was only four-thirty, I sighed with relief. Ryan wouldn't be up for a bit, thank heaven. Oddly, I felt rather refreshed, ready to face the day. I hadn't slept long, but I had slept well, and I guess I had Jake to thank for it.

I pushed up onto my arm and looked down at him. He had always been cocky, annoyingly arrogant, and he treated women like his clothes -- they always look great on him, he'd use them once, toss them aside to be washed, then use them again when the mood struck him. Actually, the analogy was kind of funny, considering how accurate it was. But there was more to Jake than I thought. Just a few hours ago, he had revealed another side of him, a tenderness that I'd never known was there. Oh sure, he'd almost fucked me anyway, but he was literally a walking, talking, powerfully muscled tower of sex, so what had I expected?

But to offer his ear, to understand when I didn't take it, to just hold me when I needed to be held, that was precious. Granted, he'd kissed me in a very more-than-friendly way, but I'd started it. More important, even profound, was that he had been the one to put on the brakes. How much more was there to this man? Was he someone that I could actually be friends with? Was he someone that could mean even more to me than that? I mean, if I had never met Ryan...

I narrowed my gaze suddenly, the shrewd woman inside me casting doubt on my thoughts. Jake could have had me, but he had chosen not to take me. He had all but promised me that he wouldn't have sex with me unless I gave myself to him. So was putting on the breaks last night just part of his ultimate seduction plan? Was it just the next step in gradually breaking me down to the point that I offered up my vagina to him with both hands? I mean, this was Jake we were talking about. Jake always had a seduction plan, and it always worked.

But as I gazed down on his handsome sleeping form, I couldn't help but wonder how off I was. There was a lot I didn't know about him, if only because I knew so little about him in the first place. I really had no way to judge him as a person, no frame of reference. Sure, there was the endless parade of girls to consider, but I had never once seen him in a fight with them, nor heard about one. Jake wanted one thing from them, and apparently, they wanted the same, otherwise they wouldn't come back, or he wouldn't bring them back.

So, as I considered these things, namely that Jake was a much kinder man than I'd realized, but also that I had good reason to be grateful towards him, I licked my lips, leaned over, and I kissed him. I slowly brushed my small mouth against his much bigger one before pursing my lips. I'd meant for it to be just one kiss, one that wouldn't wake him up so that I could take my leave without disturbing him.

But his lips were so soft and warm, and so very large. I kissed him again, marveling that his lower lip was as big as both of mine combined. It was soft and plump and, as I discovered when I tried it, perfectly suckable. I pulled his lower lip into my mouth and sucked gently, and that's when he woke up. The first indication was his big hand sliding down my back, and the second was when he kissed me back.

"What time?" he husked.

"Four-thirty," I whispered, still kissing him softly, fleetingly.

His hand slid down my back, under my panties and over my naked ass. It was totally unexpected. His lips were so soft and they tasted so good. His body was so big and hard, so powerfully masculine. I'd been totally unprepared for his touch, and before I knew what I was doing, I'd crawled right on top of him and shoved my tongue into his mouth.

Jake groaned and clenched my ass in his huge hand, fingertips digging into my crack as he thrust his hard shaft against my lace-covered mound. His pinky finger brushed against the very bottom of my slick vagina and I moaned out loud into his mouth, clawing at his chest and shoulder. His other hand cupped the back of my head and pulled my mouth harder against his, licking at my tongue and teeth. I moved my hips back and forth, rubbing the soaked crotch of my panties against his potent erection. It felt so good, but I wanted more. I pushed up higher, so that I could really rub against him from bottom to the huge swollen top, fast and faster.

He was grunting and I was whimpering, moaning, groaning. I didn't know if he was close to coming, but I sure was. On the next upstroke, his cock throbbed hard, and suddenly, Jake tightened his grip on my ass and stopped me from moving. I whimpered in complaint and kissed him harder, but he fisted his hand in my hair and pulled my mouth off of his.

"You need to go," he rasped, eyes blazing with lust.

"Why?"

Staring into my eyes, Jake pulled the crotch of my panties aside, and then there he was, the obscenely huge head of his cock pressed right against my naked vagina, which judging by the feel of him against me, was more than wet enough to allow him entry. I gasped so loudly that I feared waking up Ryan, slapping a hand over my mouth.

"That's why."

I nodded in understanding, but I couldn't move. I couldn't bring myself to get up, to break that sweet contact of his hot cock knocking against the slick door to my feminine core. I couldn't have sex with him. I wanted to. Oh, how I wanted to feel him inside, to know what it felt like, how amazing it must be. But I absolutely could not do it. Neither could I not.

So I just remained there, frozen in space and time with Jake's giant dick not quite lodged at my opening, merely spreading my hot, tender flesh apart. It felt so fucking good, the way he was just poised there, not quite inside, but not outside either, the very tip of him opening me up more than I could have imagined.

With an angry frown, Jake violently flipped us over. I ended up on my back with his hands pinning mine to the bed above my head. His big body was stretched out over me, wide hips between my spread legs. I had about two seconds to process his expression, angry, needful, frustrated, and lost, but then he was there again, the incredible head of his cock nestled against my wet heat, big as a baseball. The sudden aggression caught me off guard. My eyes went wide and my hips thrust up all on their own. His insanely big tip spread me open even further, rubbed against my hot flesh, and it felt so good that I did it again. Jake closed his eyes and groaned from low in his chest, his handsome face twisted up in agony. My eyes shut too and I humped my weeping vagina against his tip, up and down, again and again, relishing in the heat of his huge helmet, the size, the way it occasionally bounced up and tapped my clit.

The next time I raised my hips, I felt him move. He lodged there, firmly, and he pushed. I gasped and my eyes flew wide open. My hands pushed at his chest to stop him, but my fingers clawed at his skin to keep him there. His blue eyes burned into mine and I felt him down there, pushing inside, my tight little core spreading open and around the head of his cock, wide and wider. He wasn't even inside, not really, and already, he was too big. Already, it was too much. Jake pushed a fraction more, and I don't know how I knew, but a millimeter more and his crown would be fully submerged inside my ready and willing body. It shocked me into the moment, to his stony expression. He leaned down and stared me in the eye, voice quiet but threatening.

"Keep it up and I'm going to fuck you. I don't give a shit that you're married. I don't even give a shit that you're married to my best friend. I'll still fuck you. I'll throw it all away just to fill you full of hot hard dick."

Holy shit.

"Do you know why?"

I shook my head.

He pulled back and I breathed a sigh of relief, but then he thrust, pushing the underside of his oversized helmet and so very wide shaft up through the wet valley between my legs. Every last inch of him rubbed over my slick flesh and swollen clit until his massively heavy balls lightly slapped against my core. Then he did it again.

"I will fuck you because you won't risk your marriage by telling him. I will fuck you because I won't risk my friendship by telling him."

And again.

"I will fuck you because I can."

He didn't stop.

"You'll come back for more and I will fuck you again."

Faster, and my eyes closed as pleasure coursed through me.

"I will fuck you until he inevitably discovers us, and your marriage and my friendship will be ruined."

Harder, and the climax building inside me bowed my spine, thrust my heaving breasts towards him.

"And when everything is in ruin, I will just keep on fucking you."

Jake pushed up onto his knees and slapped his heavy dick against my open pussy, hard. And I came. My mouth opened and I took a huge gulping breath. Jake slapped my vagina again, then clamped his hand over my mouth. He slapped that big dick against me over and over and over, making loud and lewd wet sounds as his hot and hard flesh collided with mine and I screamed into his hand, the climax roaring through my limbs, my blood, my very soul. When he'd reduced me to a quivering pile of jelly in the shape of a woman, he climbed out from between my legs and grabbed me under my arms, jerking me off the bed and onto my feet.

I gripped his huge biceps for balance and just stared at him, my mouth hanging open. His grasp on my ribs lessened and he slid his hands down my sides before letting go. He just stood there, inches away, his hugely hard cock just jutting up between our bodies like an affront to nature, the smooth wide head of his penis extending just past the bottom of my bra-clad breasts. God, he was so big!

"I told you I wouldn't take you fully without your consent, but I have limits, Rebecca," he said softly, yet urgently. "Putting this--" he stroked the pad of his finger up through my wet cleft (my panties were still off to one side) and my knees nearly gave out. "--anywhere near my dick is one of them."

The urge to thrust my bare femininity at him in invitation was so powerful that I had to bite my lower lip. My body wanted that huge hard cock inside it so badly, but I couldn't do it. I had always equated sex with love, which is why I had saved myself for marriage, why my maidenhead had been intact for Ryan. I wanted nothing more than to feel that monster cock stretching me open and filling me up, and while I had already given Jake my mouth, I just couldn't give him the rest, because if I did, I feared I would be lost forever, and not only to myself. My husband would lose me too.

 Jake seemed to sense my struggle, because the tenderness returned. He sighed and cupped the back of my head, resting his forehead against mine.

"Do you understand?" he said.

I nodded.

"Good." He kissed my forehead and briefly held my hands before letting go. "Now go mess up the couch before he realizes you didn't sleep on it."

He handed me my robe from the floor and I quietly stepped out of his room, once more surprised by my husband's best friend. Messing up the couch, huh? Hadn't thought of that.

Chapter 12

The next two days were rather quiet around the house. Ryan was working long hours -- as always -- and Jake was suspiciously absent, coming in quite late. He would be there in the morning, but once he left for work, I wouldn't see him again. The third night was different. It was around eleven o'clock when I heard giggling coming from down the hall. Moments later, the giggling stopped, and I heard a muffled yelp. Jake had brought a girl home.

Heat flushed through my body in an instant, and for the next two minutes, I listened to the occasional moan or groan coming down the hall from Jake's room. My nipples were swollen under my big tee shirt and I was rubbing my thighs together to stimulate that delicious pressure that was already building inside me, my body aching to be filled. I had a momentary thought, that there was a perfectly healthy man lying in bed with me, right next to me. I glanced at Ryan and considered waking him up by taking him into my mouth, but an instant later, I realized it wasn't meant to be. He'd worn his flannel pants to bed, the tie cinched tight, a classic signal of his that he wasn't interested in fooling around.

Well, part of the reason I'd worn a tee shirt to bed for three nights in a row was because I didn't want to give Ryan the idea that I was trying to entice him and have him reject me when I wasn't even offering. And I wasn't, not at all. I was still angry, and my pride was still wounded. I couldn't face rejection again, but neither did I think Ryan deserved to touch me either. I was a beautiful woman in my sexual prime, and a lioness had been awoken inside me. She wanted satisfaction, and she wanted it now, but she didn't want Ryan.

Throwing an angry frown at my sleeping husband, I tried to go back to sleep. It didn't work. My body was too keyed up and the sounds coming from Jake's room weren't abating. If anything, they were getting louder, and more frequent.




Taking Charge Pt. 04



It wasn't fair, I thought. As a young girl, I'd been very prudish, particularly when it came to matters involving sexual activity of any kind. I'd only begun to loosen up when I married Ryan. I'd needed his help too, and he'd been there. But he could only loosen up so much himself. Now, I didn't really know if Ryan was prude too, or just that bashful, or if it came down to his self-image issues, but Ryan only ever had sex with me in the dark, and only ever missionary style. On the rare occasion that he would let me ride him, his arms were always slack on the bed. I think I've mentioned that before, but it needs repeating, to really illustrate how much he limited himself as a sexual being.

There were other things too. He liked when I kissed his neck, but no sucking or nibbling on his ears. He didn't like it when I would play with his nipples, either with my tongue or fingers. He rarely let me take him into his mouth, but even when he did, he never, ever returned the favor. Ryan didn't even kiss my breasts. What man doesn't go hog-wild over a woman's breasts? Mine, apparently.

One time, while I was riding him, I'd picked up his hands and placed them over my breasts. He just held them, hadn't moved his fingers at all. I remember looking down at him with my body on fire and his shaft and tip caressing my insides. I was totally in the moment, a creature born of and living for sex, taking what I wanted from my man, and the sense of power and control had been an incredible rush. It was a feeling that I simply adored, a sense of freedom, such unbelievable pleasure when all I had to do was cut loose and just listen to my body, because it would tell me what it wanted, when, and how. And it had. But Ryan had just lay there, looking up at me with fear. I'm not joking. He was afraid, like he didn't know who I was, like I was going to eat him alive at any moment.

Thinking about it now, maybe that was the first time my inner goddess, my lioness, had taken a peek at the outside world. Whether it was or wasn't, it had scared the heck out of my husband. Anyway, seconds later, he'd gone soft inside me. He'd claimed to have climaxed, but I knew he hadn't. After he dozed off, I'd cried myself to sleep.

When we were standing at the altar and reciting our vows, there were only two thoughts in my mind. The first was that I could not wait to start living the rest of our lives together. The second was that I really could not wait for him to make me a woman, to take me, plunder me, to show me what I had been missing, and I'd believed he would do just that. Ryan was confident in all things -- except for sex, I'd find out later. I hadn't signed up for a life of hum-drum sex. Granted, in the beginning, I'd had no experience, so everything was simply mind-blowing. But after a couple of years, it was merely adequate. And now, adequate wasn't enough. Not by a long shot. And it wasn't fair.

So that's why I got out of bed and took off my panties and tip-toed down the hall. His door was open a good few inches. I could have turned sideways and stepped through without touching the door or frame. Jake was with a long-legged blonde this time, her hair short and curly. She was on her back on his bed and he had her doubled over, his hands on her thighs and pushing her knees against her small breasts. His face was between her legs and he was just absolutely going to town on her vagina, licking and slurping and sucking and kissing, growling while he did so, going at her from all angles, and the poor girl was shaking from it, her head back and hands clawing at the sheets and her mouth open in a continuous silent scream.

His cock was huge and hard as he lifted his face from her snatch and leaned over her and wrapped his big hands around her midsection, picking her up with ease and moving her so that she was lying along the edge of the bed. He grabbed her hands to put them behind her knees. She seemed completely dazed, but she held her legs back for him as he put a foot up on the bed, and in a kind of half crouch with his back to the door, he bent his cock down and slowly worked his magnificent tool into her slippery passage. He pawed at her small breasts and flexed his legs, just absolutely cramming his gargantuan pole into her body over and over. He was only fucking her with about two-thirds of his length, but God, he was really giving it to her. It was such an amazing sight, his big muscular frame rippling and flexing with power as he just plundered her body.

I was watching him, not her, so when she screamed in climax unexpectedly, I jumped in place. Jake slapped his hand over her mouth and let her scream into his palm. Fuck, the way his huge penis just ripped in and out of her, part of me wondered if it was painful. It couldn't have been though, because her thighs and the crack of her ass were glistening with her fluids. Jake began rolling his hips, kind of stirring his cock down into her body, and she lost her mind. I couldn't see her face, but I could imagine her eyes were wide open in awe at the power of her magnificent lover, that incredible hunk of a man just taking her body for his pleasure. She shivered and shook, then went limp.

Jake paused in mid thrust. He released one of her breasts and gently patted her cheek. Then he laughed.

"Well, shit."

My God. He knocked her out!

Pulling his cock out of her, he stood beside the bed and stroked his slick member. He masturbated for a minute or two, with more than enough of the girl's natural lubrication to do so, but then he seemed to get frustrated and waved his hand at her dismissively. Just as he turned for the door, I bolted down the hall.

I sat down on the couch in the living room and heard Jake close the bathroom door. At first, I wasn't sure why I'd left. I mean, watching him have sex wasn't new for me -- God, for a married woman to say that! -- and he knew that I had watched him before, even after he'd caught me doing it. Was it my wounded pride that was the problem? I thought it over while listening to the sound of the shower running down the hall. Maybe I was afraid that Jake would reject me too.

I must have sat there for quite a while, because Jake strolled into the living room. I was kind of sitting in shadows, so he didn't notice me there, but I saw him clearly as he walked along a swath of moonlight coming through the windows. He was freshly showered and wearing nothing but a towel, droplets of water still clinging to his muscular body here and there. He breezed right by me and into the kitchen, getting a tall glass of water (I'm sure he needed it). He was guzzling the water on his way back through the living room, and that's when he saw me.

He was startled at first, but then he took a good look at me and slowly lowered his glass. My legs were spread in a most unlady-like fashion, but both hands were pushing my tee shirt against the couch between them. I wasn't flashing the room, but I just knew that Jake suspected I wasn't wearing anything under the shirt.

Raising his glass again, he came over to me, took another big drink, then held out the glass to me. I was a little thirsty, so I took it from his hand and raised it to my mouth. Jake's gaze flicked down to my lap, where my tee shirt had risen just a little from the couch cushions, enough that I could feel a slight draft down there. It was when I handed the glass back to him that I noticed it, the long lump of his erection trapped beneath the towel. He saw me looking at it and stepped closer.

I hadn't come out here for this. I hadn't planned for an encounter. But that's exactly what was happening, because he grabbed my upper arm and pulled me up to my feet, only to push me back so that I was kneeling on the couch. He lightly palmed my cheek and pushed his fingers into my hair, stepping even closer and pushing the edge of his towel down from his left hip. The shockingly large head of his cock peeked out, just inches from my face. With his hand on my head, he pulled.

I didn't fight him, but not because he wanted this. I let him bring my mouth towards him because he needed me to help him, and right then, all I wanted was to feel needed. And so there was no internal struggle when I pursed my moistened lips and kissed the back of his crown, opening my mouth to give him a lip and tongue bath. Jake gulped down the rest of his water and groaned, hand firm on the back of my head, moving it side to side, tilting it up and down, rubbing my warm wet mouth all over the end of his giant pecker.

He smelled amazing, as always, and he tasted freshly washed, which is to say delicious. Goddamn, his cock was like a lollipop and I licked all over that bastard to get at its creamy center. I grabbed at his hips and tried to pull his tip into my mouth, but the towel had him trapped tight against his body. I tugged the towel down and watched inch after thick inch of his shaft appear in the dim light, and the instant that monstrous cock fell away from his body, I sucked as much of it as I could right into my mouth.

Jake hissed and fisted his hand in my hair. I wrapped both hands around his shaft to stroke him -- Fuck, even with my mouth and hands on him, there was still cock left over! -- and just went at it. I'd seen how hard he was with his girl. I knew he hadn't come. He must have been really suffering. He had come to me for help and I was determined to do that. I was rather familiar with how awful it felt to be let down, so if for no other reason, I wouldn't let him down.

So that's why I had no issue at all stroking his shaft and lathering the smooth fat head of his dick with my tongue, kissing up and down his crown, sucking and slurping on the top few inches of his shaft. I moved my head back and forth, fucking his cock with my mouth, occasionally stopping to lick, kiss, nibble, and suck on his member. He was so fucking hard. It was like a steel pipe wrapped in soft warm silk. I wasn't quiet either. I didn't even care if it was enough noise to wake up Ryan. Hell, at the point, I almost hoped he would wake up and come find me sucking on his best friend's appallingly massive dick.

Jake was really getting into it by then, groaning softly. He held my head in both hands and began to rock his hips. I'd only gone down on him a few times, but I guess it was enough to recognize the signs, to listen to his body, notice the way it moved, how his hand clenched, his breaths coming faster and deeper. My world-view collapsed around me, until all that remained was the feel of him in my hand and mouth, his warm presence, his masculine energy throbbing against my tongue. His body told me what it wanted, and I listened.

I held still and let him fuck my mouth, pressing my tongue up against the underside of that colossal crown breaching my plump lips over and over and stroking my hand up and down his shaft. He was getting harder, wider, and warmer. Still stroking him with one hand, I reached out and cupped his enormous balls, rolling them in my palm. When I felt how tightly they were pulled up against his body, I gently tugged them away. He grunted and thrust to the back of my mouth and shot off like a cannon. A wave of hot cum just poured out of him, but I was ready for it.

"Mmm!"

I couldn't help but make that sound as his seed washed over my tongue and drowned it in white, just categorically filling my mouth with rich semen. I swallowed in time for the next hot titanic wave and wrapped both hands around his pulsing shaft.

"Fuck!" he whisper-groaned.

I double-fisted his immense jerking cock and stroked him, letting him just gush into my mouth and down my throat. I let him fuck my face and fill my belly with cum, and when he was done, I kept on sucking him. He leaned over me and moved his hips back while doing so, and I followed his retreating cock, unwilling to let him go, to give up the texture of his smooth helmet in my mouth, his silky and so hard shaft. But then he pulled my hair, forcing my head back, and his mouth slanted over mine. I was already delirious with pleasure, so lost in the moment with him, relishing the taste of his semen lingering in my mouth, and with the added flavor of his lips and tongue, it drove me crazy.

I feasted on his mouth, didn't even really consider that he was pushing me back while shoving his hand under my naked ass and pulling it towards the edge of the couch. It really didn't occur to me that something important was happening, not even when he spread my legs and knelt between them. He grabbed my thighs and pushed my legs out and back, and yes, it lifted my naked vagina up to him, and yes, Ryan could have walked in at any time, but I was just so wet down there, burning and throbbing inside.

It was wrong, I thought as his warm breath blew over my wet mound, so very wrong, but no more wrong than anything we'd done before. I'd already had him in my mouth, and he'd licked me down there before, so we really weren't escalating. Our sinning didn't spiral any further out of control by him licking me again, his long wide tongue swiping right up my scorching center, nor when he closed his lips around my swollen clit and sucked. I mean, yes, I dug my fingers into his hair and fucked my vagina up against his mouth, but as I said, he'd already been down there. Maybe his thumbs spreading me open so that he could lick at my folds and push that fantastically skillful tongue inside me was taking things a step further, but if so, again, his mouth had already been there.

Okay, so I took things a little far by reaching up under my shirt to maul at my tits while fisting my other hand in his hair, not caring in the slightest that my shirt was pushed up and over my breasts. But he wasn't looking there anyway, since his face was buried between my legs, his amazing mouth fully enclosing my feminine core. So it was no big deal that I twisted my nipple and pulled and released his hair to bite down on the meaty part of my hand so as not to scream. It might have been wrong to allow him to take me to the edge of release, to let him suspend me over the chasm of blissful oblivion for what felt like an eternity, but he was only doing it with his mouth, and his thumbs were gone now, his hands behind my knees.

No, sorry, just one hand behind my knee. My hand was behind the other knee, holding that leg up and out for him, and his hand was closing around my neglected breast, but that wasn't so wrong because my own hand was up there too.

Oh, fuck, his tongue was just so goddamn hot and big and long and oh so fucking powerful, licking at me mightily, deeply, and so wonderfully. But then he thrust a finger inside me, and that was an escalation, but it felt so damn good that I just couldn't fight him, not even when he pumped that long thick digit in and out of my tight and slippery feminine core and added a second, heaving me over the brink with such inconceivable intensity that my every last sense overloaded in an instant.

The climax that ripped through me was so astonishingly all-consuming that it was almost a kind of pain, an overstimulation of not just the body but also of the soul, pulsing through my limbs, tightening my muscles, stealing my breath, clenching my hands in his hair and yanking him up and over me so that I could crush his mouth down to mine and scream his name down his throat.

His fingers pumped back and forth, more filling as he added a third long thick digit, and I fucked my coming cunt right up onto them, stabbing my tongue into his mouth and pulling his hair so hard that I worried (not really) I'd tear it out at the roots while his hand clenched around the nape of my neck and held me in place with my lips tight against his.

His fingers pulled out of me leaving me feeling so very empty, and as you can imagine, I wasn't really in the frame of mind to process the oh so critical detail that was his colossal cock head rubbing up and down my slippery cleft and pressing there, pushing, opening, filling. My breath left me in a mid-orgasmic rush and my eyes flew open, the blue of his burning into mine with his face only inches away, his bloated crown just resting between my legs.

Jake just held himself there above me, pinning me down with nothing more than his broad tip. If I moved at all, if I so much as took a deep breath, it would lift my pelvis and pull him inside me. His brow pinched together and his lips pressed into a thin line. The realization came to us both at the same time, staring into each other's eyes. There was a choice to make, to acknowledge what we were doing or just go with it and suffer the consequences later.

But I couldn't choose on my own. I wasn't capable. I was entirely at his mercy. If he wanted to fuck me, I couldn't stop him. I was too far gone to stop him. I needed him to help me choose.

"Jake," I pleaded.

"I'm not fucking you," he told me simply. I blinked at him in confusion and he flashed a cocky smirk. Grabbing the back of the couch with both hands, Jake pulled himself up. "See for yourself."

I glanced down my body, over my bare heaving tits and their shockingly swollen tips. My pelvis was tilted up towards him, and there he was, the outrageously long and wide shaft of his cock just striking out from his groin. My gaze slid down the miles and miles of male perfection, and I was shocked to see the ridge of his crown outside of me, just barely visible at the gaping mouth of my vagina where he was spreading me open. Christ, I felt so very full and he wasn't even inside me!

Jake didn't really move, but I was dimly aware of his abdomen tightening in my peripheral vision. His cock flexed, his tip rubbing up and down only a fraction, but he was so very large that it felt as though he was already fucking me.

He grinned widely at the groan I made. "I told you that you'd have to give this to me first."

I looked up into his burning blue eyes, and again, I had a choice to make. Let him fuck me or not. Let him shove that insanely huge pecker into my neglected cunt or not. Let him take my body and make it his or not.

I couldn't choose, but that was choice enough for him.

Wrapping a hand around his shaft, Jake rubbed his giant tip up and down my dewy slit, from perineum to clit, pressing firmly and insistently.

"God, Jake."

It felt so good, his huge knob just pushing up and down my cleft, not inside, but so very close to it, so close that I was absolutely torn between accepting that this was as far as we would go or just grabbing his muscular ass and pulling him into me. I was afraid of doing the latter, so I placed my hands on his chest and traced my fingers down the muscular lines of his ripped core, reveling in the heat of his soft skin under my palms while he rubbed my opening with his obese crown.

"You are so fucking beautiful, Becca," he purred, leaning down to kiss my eyebrow.

I moaned to his kisses that fluttered about my eyelids, my nose, cheek, and finally my lips.

"Come on, baby," he said, and he rapidly tapped his heavy tip against my clit. "Let me see you come."

My breath caught, escaped in a huge rush as my stomach clenched and my hips thrust up to meet the light slaps he was delivering to the mouth of my core, and the building climax crashed over me. "Oh God. Oh God. Oh my...uhhn!"

At the precise moment of my peak, Jake once more lodged himself at my opening, and with the first spasm that ripped through me, my vagina opened around his crown. I swear to God he fully penetrated me with his tip, stretching and filling me (he would later swear that he hadn't). I came on his crown and soaked it with my release.

When I came to, Jake was kissing his way down my body, bathing my breasts with his huge hot tongue and briefly drawing my aching nipples between his lips. His wide mouth trailed down my stomach and his hands were behind my knees again, spreading my legs and holding them up. I was so out of it as he licked between my legs, bowing my spine with the feel of it.




Taking Charge Pt. 04



"Christ, you taste so fucking good," he murmured. His mouth closed around me once more and that appallingly large tongue of his pushed inside me, licking me so thoroughly and completely.

So there I was, bent in half on my sleeping husband's couch (I picked it out, but he bought it) with his best friend sucking and slurping and licking and kissing the mouth of my cunt for, God, I just don't know how long. He brought me with his mouth, twice, then three times, and while each and every climax shattered my being and destroyed every preceding notion that I had ever had about ecstatic release, I was so very spent that I could only manage frail little moans.

I must have passed out, because the next thing I knew, I was cradled against his broad chest, his arms behind my back and under my knees. He carried me right into my room where Ryan was fast asleep and tucked me into bed, giving me one quiet, slow but deep kiss before sleep finally overcame me.

Chapter 13

I hated that Ryan was going out of town with our little issue still unresolved. I had quietly stewed all morning, but by the time Jake drove us to the airport to see Ryan off, I was merely numb. I wasn't even thinking about the prospects of being home alone with Jake for the next six days and what that could mean, what might happen.

I was wearing one of my new skirts, a short black number that wasn't so tight I had to worry about panty lines, and a tight pink baby tee that had a small heart right between my breasts. I was getting a lot of appreciative glances from the men around us, but they barely registered with me. I'd chosen the outfit because I knew I looked good in it, and I wanted my husband to be well aware of what he was leaving behind to go on this trip.

Ryan had left us at the terminal to find a coffee stand, so it was just me and Jake for the moment.

"So, are you guys going to have kids or what?" Jake asked.

I gave him a funny look and he smiled with amusement.

"What?"

"That was random," I replied.

Jake chuckled. "Well?"

I looked at my husband's back off in the distance for a moment and shrugged. "We're not actively preventing it."

He made a face. "What the hell does that mean?"

I snorted. Jake was so utterly male that the subtle nuances of female vocabulary were, much more often than not, totally lost on him. "It means that if it happens, it happens."

Jake looked at me for a few seconds, then his eyebrow went up. "Wait a minute. You're not on birth control?"

I shook my head.

His mouth opened a little as he processed the risks that he had unwittingly taken with me, and he said quietly, voice low and rumbling, "That is so fucking hot."

I rolled my eyes and blushed hotly, and utterly failed to hide the grin his comment brought out of me. When I could bear it, I glanced over at him and, to my surprise, he smiled sweetly.

"You'll make an amazing mother, you know that?"

I all but gaped at him. "You really think so?"

"Absolutely." He looked over at Ryan, who was still at the coffee stand. "He'll make a great dad, too."

I looked that way as well.

Jake chuckled. "After he learns one important lesson, anyway."

"And what would that be?"

He gave me a long, level look. "That merely paying the bills doesn't constitute taking care of someone."

He was talking about me. There was no question about it. I was both embarrassed that he'd noticed and grateful that he knew, if that makes any sense.

Ryan suddenly startled me out of my thoughts.

"Here you go, honey," he said, handing me a cup of coffee. I took it while he shifted his gaze from me to Jake. "What were you guys talking about?"

I wasn't sure what to say, except that what Jake blurted out was the absolute last thing I'd have said.

"Kids."

Ryan's eyebrows went up. "Kids?"

"Yeah. You know, fuck, impregnate, squeeze one out and clean up after 'em."

Ryan laughed and sat down, shaking his head. He reached over and put his hand on my knee. "Well, if it happens, it happens. Right, honey?"

"Right," I murmured.

Ryan gave me an odd look. I couldn't blame him, because right then, I wasn't so sure about how great of a father he'd be. I just had too many doubts about his ability to be a good husband. Sex was part of marriage too, and he was severely lacking in that department. But, whatever his thoughts were, he didn't voice them. The three of us spent the next near-hour chatting. When Ryan's flight began boarding, we stood up and he gave me a kiss.

"I'll call you when I land, okay?"

I nodded.

He held my face and looked deep into my eyes for a long moment, then turned to Jake and shook his hand. "Take good care of my girl, Jake."

Jake smiled broadly. "You know it, man."

Ryan picked up his carry-on bag and turned back to me. He must have picked up on something in my expression or body language, because he frowned and cupped my cheek in his palm. "What is it, baby?"

I was annoyed, that's what. He'd spent the last two and a half days practically avoiding me. Maybe it was a shitty thing to do right before he boarded his flight, but I looked him right in the eye and told him, "We have an issue that needs resolving."

He knew exactly what I was talking about, because he dropped his hand and looked me over from head to toe and back again, his eyes momentarily flashing with desire, then his shoulders slumped and he replied softly, "I know. I'm sorry."

"Are you?"

He looked taken aback, and for a second, I thought he might lash out at me angrily, but his features smoothed out and he nodded. "Yes. I am."

He leaned down to me, and when I didn't lift my chin, he kissed my forehead and left. Jake came up beside me and put his arm around my back, his huge hand enclosing my side, long fingers resting on my stomach. We watched Ryan disappear down the boarding ramp. Neither of us spoke on the way back home, not even during dinner. I think he knew I needed some quiet time. Not to think, but to not think.

My quiet time lasted too long, apparently. I'd just finished up loading laundry into the washer and was heading back through the living room to go take off my makeup.

"You're moping," he said.

I looked over at him, lying along the length of the couch with his head against the armrest. Crossing my arms under my breasts, I pushed my hip out defiantly.

"No, I'm not."

Jake frowned. "Yes, you are."

I shot him a droll look. His eyebrow lifted ever so slightly, then he muted the television and gestured me over. "Come here."

I defied him for a moment, remaining right where I was, but the look he gave me said that I didn't have a choice. Of course, I did have a choice, but at the time, that didn't seem to matter. Putting my hands on my hips, I walked over to stand in front of him. He reached up and put his big left hand over my hip, drawing me closer. My skirt rode fairly low on my hips too, and my baby tee shirt left my midriff bare. He was touching an awful lot of skin, and his hand there was both warm and electrifying.

I was looking straight down into his face. He just looked up at me over my breasts for a while, then I felt his thumb rubbing back and forth over the soft skin of my hipbone. His hand clenched for a moment, and he pulled me even closer to the couch, so close that I almost had to slip my bare feet under it. He slid his hand over my taut stomach, all the way to my other hip, then back again, his thumb pushing under the elastic band of my skirt. He brushed his thumb over the so soft skin there, then lower, right across the highest point of my mound. My insides clenched and I took a small sharp breath. As a damp heat rapidly settled low in my body, and Jake's hand slid further down, pushing my skirt down with it, I felt my anger and frustration just bleed away. 

Ryan had fully ignored me for the last two and a half days, had outright rejected me three days ago. At that moment, he was still on a plane, having yet to land. Jake wasn't going to neglect me, not even before our first night together was over.

"Better?" he murmured, looking up at me.

I nodded slowly, letting my hands relax at my sides, though I did put one over his to press it more firmly into me. Jake smiled at that, charmingly sweet, then feral. He slid his hand out of my skirt and down the outside of it, over my thigh and behind it. His fingertips lightly brushed the back of my knee. The sensation made me stiffen a little, because it tickled a bit, but the results were entirely unexpected. My insides tightened almost unbearably, and when the pressure eased, it left me incredibly wet inside. My pelvis was so close to his head that I wondered if he could smell how aroused I was, and the thought made me blush deeply. But then, he was aroused too. I could see the hard length of his erection distorting his gym shorts.

His grin faded and he smoothed his hand up the back of my thigh, under my skirt, up the mostly bare right cheek of my butt and over to the side. I felt his fingers breach the elastic band of my skirt and curl under the lacy band of my thong, then he began to pull it down. My mouth opened with a sigh and my hips thrust towards him, towards this man that was not my husband. My body didn't care in the slightest who he was. It was burning with desire and aching with need, and Jake was offering, so it simply sought him out. I could have fought it, of course.

I guess you could say that I rationalized my lack of a decision, because as Jake pulled my thong down my right leg, stretching it down to my knee, I reasoned that it was only natural. I was a feminine creature, and I needed a man to help me truly thrive as a sexual being. As Jake pushed his hand up my thigh and over my panty-covered mound to my other hip, pulling that side of my thong down too, I thought my husband should be the man doing this. But he wasn't, and he had made the choice not to.

For the first time in my life, my inner goddess was fully awake, and she would not rest without a fight. Ryan had willingly and knowingly ignored the change within me. I couldn't just bottle myself back up. I couldn't just go back to the way I was. That's why I didn't fight Jake, why I even helped him, lifting one foot out of the thong, then the other. It was why, when he held the back of my left knee, I lifted my foot and let him place it on the armrest beside his head. It's why I let him pull me closer, making me stand over his face, watching his head disappear under my skirt while his warm breath caressed between my legs. It's why I didn't fight him when he grasped my hips from under my skirt and pulled my soaked femininity down to his mouth, why I let him bathe my slippery valley with the wet heat of his tongue, licking slow but sure right up the center of me.

I tipped my head back and sighed, blushing when I felt my overheated and too-long-ignored insides just drenching his mouth. His hands clenched on my hips and he licked me again, still slowly, agonizingly slow, really, but pushing the flat of his tongue more firmly against the heat of my vagina. It was embarrassing that my body responded so easily to him, but also amazing. I should have been out of my mind with shame, what with the vast majority of my sexual experience having been learned in the dark (literally). But I wasn't ashamed. Rather, I encouraged him, lightly scratching my nails up his forearms and placing my hands over his on my hips, straddling his face in a partially lit room while he licked between my legs with slow deep swipes of his wide tongue.

With the angle, he couldn't reach my clit, but God, he didn't need to. He was just so unbelievably thorough, licking every hot and wet part of me, just lapping at the mouth of my vagina like an animal dying of thirst. He stopped licking me for a moment, just planting sloppy wet kisses all over my opening.

"Like a peach," he said from under my skirt, moving his hands back under my skirt to clench my ass. "And fuck, do I love peaches."

God, the desire in his voice, the hunger, the pure satisfaction he was experiencing during such a selfless act of pleasuring me, and me alone, was intensely arousing. His tongue pushed inside me and I threw my head back with a loud groan.

He clenched his hands on my ass and murmured between my legs. "Oh, keep making sounds like that, honey."

Jake pushed his tongue into me again and drew it back out, closing his mouth over me in a wet kiss. He did it again and again. He was French kissing me down there, all hot tongue and wet lips, just absolutely making love to me with his mouth. I already knew that he loved my mouth, and he ogled my tits and ass often enough for me to know that he loved those too, but the way he licked and kissed and slurped between my legs, like he couldn't get enough, would never get enough...nothing had ever made me feel so exceptionally desired, wanted, and needed.

He moved his hand to the top of my ass, so that he could press me down to his mouth more firmly, lick me more deeply, kiss me more thoroughly. His other hand left me and I could feel his arm brushing back and forth against my leg. I knew what he was doing, but I wanted to do it for him.

Grabbing the back of the couch for balance, I leaned way back and hooked my fingers under the waistband of his shorts and just yanked the offending thing down his hips. I groped behind me and found his insanely thick cock, wrapping my hand around it and delighting in his reaction, licking me faster and harder. I stroked down his powerful length and my hand met his. I stroked his cock in time with him, and it was just so fucking hot, how unashamed he was to touch himself in front of me, both of us jacking him off.

I took my hand back and unabashedly licked my palm, coating it with saliva, then resumed stroking his achingly hard member. Jake growled between my legs and put both hands back on my ass, squeezing tight, pushing and pulling, making me fuck my tight weeping vagina against his mouth. The last of my inhibitions bleeding away, I thrust with him, just grinding my soaked essence across his lips and tongue while his nose bumped against my clit. His cock was so incredibly hard in my hand, pulsing and throbbing and twitching and jerking, his arousal adding to the wetness of the saliva on my hand, easing the passage of my hand up and down his mind-blowing length and impossible girth. I really wanted to make him come first, as a show of appreciation for what he was doing down there, between my legs, but it wasn't meant to be.

My belly rolled. My insides clenched. My muscles tightened. My breath caught in my chest and I thrust my vagina over his mouth and tongue once, twice, a third time, pressing down harder and harder, and on the forth thrust of my hips, every taut muscle in my body snapped loose, and all of the pressure inside me just blasted forth. I came explosively, the sound issuing from my wide open mouth beginning as a low moan, rising to a loud groan, and culminating into a throaty scream that seemed to rattle the walls.

My hips thrust with short uncontrollable jerks, Jake's lips and tongue going wild on my climaxing vagina, his hands tight on my ass again, pushing and pulling, intensifying the already overwhelming sensations inside me to insane levels and stretching it out for what felt like an eternity of rapturous release.

At some point, my hand had gone still on his throbbing member, but when I could breathe again, I resumed stroking him, feeling his colossal tumescence flexing and jerking within my grasp.

Jake was gentle now, kissing me delicately, almost teasingly, lips soft as a butterfly against my so very sensitive folds, fingers nimbly unbuttoning my skirt and pulling it off of me. His heated gaze raked over my body as it undulated back and forth from thighs to shoulders, hips forward and shoulders back, then shoulders forward and hips back, pushing my soaking wet vagina over his mouth and then thrusting my breasts forward. His hands were roaming now too, tracing the lines of my flexing back, one sliding around to close over my entire right breast, briefly pinching my nipple firmly between thumb and finger before pushing up to wrap around my throat, and when he squeezed, my body thrummed from head to toe. He held my throat tight, tight enough to let me know that he could hurt me if he chose, that he could choke the life right out of me, that he had the power to do anything and everything he wanted. I lived, breathed, and came at his whim, and did it all, coming on his mouth while sweat dripped from my brow and chin, a bead gliding down between my breasts.

His mouth felt so fucking good, inhumanly so, and he wasn't stopping. When it was too much, I clenched my hand tight just beneath his crown, and when he groaned out loud and his eyes closed, I wrenched free of his grasp, quickly crawling down his powerfully muscled body. I shoved his left leg off the couch and settled onto my knees between his thighs, stroking both hands down his incredible shaft and wrapping my lips around his big smooth tip and just fucking loving the taste of his warm excitement leaking out of him. I covered his cock head with sloppy wet kisses, bathed him with my tongue. I let saliva escape my lips and flow down his shaft, easing the passage of my hands up and down his fantastically fat cock, his hips thrusting while I sucked and slurped and kissed and licked.

Jake groaned, long and loud. His rock hard abs tightened and his muscled body just corded with power while his hands clawed at the couch cushions. His cock jerked so hard that it nearly tore itself from my grasp. He threw his head back and roared like a lion, and this huge column of cum just shot out of him, straight up into the air where it coiled and twisted and came back down with a horrendous splat on his stomach. It was the hottest fucking thing I had even seen, that massive penis shooting thick white cum all over the place. I pushed his cock towards him, directing the flow, and marveled at how very much semen the man could produce. Long ropes arched straight out of him, splattering all over his stomach, chest and neck. One particularly gorgeous stream slammed into his chin, blasting back onto his neck, some of it even making it onto his face. I jacked my hands up and down that big, beautiful, jerking spurting dong, just mesmerized by the insane volume of semen rocketing out of it and the glistening globs of it all over his ripped body. When the flow finally reduced to a dribble, Jake made a sound somewhere between a groan and a whimper and grabbed my wrists.

I let go, his cock slapping against his stomach, and pulled my wrists free of his hands. Whipping my hair to one side so that he could watch me, I leaned over him and began licking the cum off his body, starting at his groin, bathing the base of his shaft with my tongue and just losing my fucking mind in the texture and taste of his cum on my tongue and gliding down my throat. Jake groaned and cursed as I worked my way up.

"Fuck, baby."

Piling up my hair in his hands, Jake pulled my mouth up his body, faster than I preferred, because a lot of that creamy cum went to waste. Still, I got to lick up that truly massive cumshot on his neck, sucking and slurping the thick semen from his skin and dragging my tongue up and over his chin, closing my mouth to swallow and licking again, right over his mouth. Before I could close my lips, Jake kissed me, cramming his tongue into my mouth. It shocked the hell out of me that he would want to kiss me while his own fluids coated my tongue, but it was also just so purely erotic.

We kissed slow and deep, tongues twisting and writhing around one another, and before I knew it, I was pressing my oily vagina against his cock and rubbing up and down his shaft from balls to crown.

"Fuck, Becca," he groaned.

I thrust my hips wildly, just humping that big cock of his as fast and hard as I could without actually taking him inside me. Jake grabbed my ass and his kisses intensified a hundred fold. His tongue was like a substitute for his cock, just plunging in and out of my mouth and more than big enough to fuck my face. He licked every inch of my mouth, from gums to teeth to tongue and roof, dominating me with that kiss while I masturbated with his shaft, grinding and groaning and moaning and whimpering for I don't know how long until he brought me screaming into his mouth and clawing at his chest and his hot cum was blasting between us. It soaked my shirt in an instant, and more just kept rocketing out of him, spraying our chins, some of it even finding its way to our mouths where we were locked together, and I just kept on humping against his great spurting cock and kept kissing him with his cum in our mouths.




Taking Charge Pt. 05



Disclaimer: All characters are over eighteen years of age.

Editing credit: Blind_Justice

Copyright © 2013 redskyes

Author's note: This is a continuation of a series. You'll probably enjoy this more if you start with Part 1.

Chapter 15

I woke up again before morning came, much the same as earlier, except that Jake was the instigator this time. His hot tumescence was pressed against the soft skin of the front of my body, pushing back and forth. It was his kisses that fully awakened me though, his wide lips against my mouth, his tongue licking at my lips before her nuzzled his face into the curve of my neck and shoulder. He must have pulled me higher up the bed because otherwise he wouldn't have been able to lift my upper leg and push his mammoth dick inside me again, which he did, and which surprising ease.

I cried out for him, though it sounded feeble to me, weak. He fucked me like that for a while, on our sides and holding me tight and helpless against him, cramming his cock into me slow and sweet. No words were spoken. I came on his thrusting penis twice before he found his own release. With a deep groan, he finally pulled out and sandwiched his cock between us and spewed hot semen up our bodies. I dozed off (or passed out, not sure which) while he was still fountaining.

Jake woke me up and fucked me one more time before sunrise. He was already deep inside me when I came to. He had me on my back and my arms were out to my sides, and his huge body was lying against mine (though not crushing me). He had me absolutely pinned to the bed and just powered his big dick in and out of my drenched heat until he pulled out and blew his prodigious load all over my breasts and face. None of his semen got into my eyes, so when he laid back down and pulled me over to him, I just went back to sleep.

I have no idea how many times he made me come that night.

When I finally woke up for the day, I was in my own bed, and it was well after nine o'clock. Curiously, there was no dried semen on me. Had Jake bathed me last night? Had I been that out of it? On my way to the kitchen -- coffee was absolutely in order -- I stopped at Jake's door and peeked in. He had changed the sheets on his bed and his room was tidy.

With coffee brewing, I hopped in the shower. Seconds after the hot water began coursing down my body, I felt the difference. I felt good. Really good. It was surprising, actually. I'd expected to be quite sore, you know, down there, but aside from a dull ache low in my body, I felt wonderful. More than that, I felt, I don't know, more alive, and definitely more feminine. I could feel it in the way my hands moved over my skin, soaping and rinsing, slower, smoother, more fluid and much more sensual. I felt beautiful too, and when I stood naked in front of the mirror over the sink, I saw it too.

I didn't actually look any different, of course. I'm not sure what I expected to see when I looked between my legs, like all stretched out and gaping open, or maybe even turned inside out, but nothing had changed. Surprising, really, considering how very large Jake was. God, the memory of him just pushing inside me and filling me up...I shivered in front of the mirror, and that dull ache low in my body grew warm. The ache wasn't painful, nor even uncomfortable, really. It was more like a persistent reminder of how amazing being with Jake had been, of how deep inside me I had taken him, of how full I'd been, and of how many times I had climaxed.

God, the sex...I'd never known nor even imagined that sex could be that good! Just thinking about it was making me wet.

As I poured myself a cup of coffee and took a sip, I wondered if the sex had been so mind-blowing simply because it was new. I mean, sex with someone couldn't be that good all the time, could it? If we did it again -- If? Who was I kidding? -- it couldn't possibly top that first time, right?

I was pondering this when my cell phone rang. I ran to the bedroom to answer it in time.

"Hello?"

"Good morning." Jake's voice was low and sultry, and just the sound of it tightened my nipples, not to mention other things much lower.

"Hi," I replied, almost whispering.

Jake chuckled.

"I was just thinking about you," I told him.

"Really now? Anything in particular?"

My insides tightened again, my body remembering quite clearly one very particular part of him.

"Did you give me a bath last night?" I asked, glad that he couldn't see me blushing.

"Kind of."

"What's that mean?"

"Sorry? Yeah, one minute," he told someone on his end, then replied, "Just a washcloth and some soap and water."

I smiled. "That was very kind of you."

He chuckled. "It was the least I could do." He grumbled and said, "Hold on a sec."

I heard him arguing with someone in the background. "It has to be today? No, either this morning or later in the afternoon. Because I have lunch plans. Fine, lock it in." To me, he mumbled, "Sorry about that."

"Everything okay?"

He sighed. "Yeah, just Mrs. Biddleston." In the background, I heard a door open and the sound of light traffic. I think he had gone outside. "She wants me to mow her lawn at noon, which is code for fucking her."

I balked. "Isn't she married?"

Jake laughed. "Of course, she is."

I felt a touch of insecurity bloom inside me. Lana Biddleston was a beautiful woman, even though she was about seven years older than me. She was poised, refined, classy, and filthy rich. "She's quite pretty," I mumbled.

"Yeah, well, she'll just have to do without me."

I blinked. "You mean you're not going to..."

Jake cut me off. "No."

"Oh." I couldn't help but ask. "Why not?"

His voice low and husky again, he said, "Because there is no one else in the world that I want to be inside of more than you."

Oh my God.

My steamy insides clenched so hard that it pushed a small whimper out of my mouth.

Jake groaned. "Christ, Becca. Keep making sounds like that and I won't be able to wait until my lunch break."

I took a deep breath to focus. "What are your lunch plans, anyway?"

I could hear the cocky grin in his tone. "I'll give you a hint; when I'm ten minutes out, I'll text you instructions."

Oh my. "Okay."

He chuckled again. "I'll see you soon, Rebecca."

God, the sound of my proper name rolling off of his tongue...he spoke it like it was a sinful treat, and it made me feel that way.

"See you," I whispered.

After I hung up the phone, I took off my robe and put on comfortable cotton shorts and one of my new small tee shirts. The shirt was solid black with white blocky letters across the chest that read BOUNCER, except the 'R' was mostly scratched out. Carole had picked it out, and I found it cutely playful.

I tried not to dwell on what Jake had planned for lunch, but I knew that eating wasn't his only reason for coming home at noon. Well, unless the only item on the menu was me, I guess. That's why I tried not to think about it, because that thought right there got me wet and ready again.

Keeping busy around the house didn't help much. I was hot, slick and swollen all morning long. I'd never been aroused for such an extended period of time, and I wasn't sure how to cope with it. Just walking created pressure down there that was absolutely delicious, and the urge to throw myself down on my back and use my hands to find relief was nearly overwhelming, particularly when I took a very quick shower to wash away the bit of sweat I had worked up while cleaning up the house.

From eleven forty-one on, I literally watched each minute pass by. At eleven forty-nine, I got his text, and I held my breath while I read it.

Under my bed, red box. Follow instructions.

I admit it. I ran to his room.

Beneath Jake's bed, I found a long and shiny red cardboard box, about as tall as a shoebox but big enough told hold an unfolded jacket or coat. Inside, there was a bundle wrapped in white tissue, and on top of it, a handwritten note from Jake.

Wear these, and only these.

Grinning and wondering what he was up to, I peeled the tissue away. On top was a small white box containing simple yet elegant silver hoop earrings. Beneath it was a pure white ribbed tank dress, and before I had even unfolded it, I knew it was going to be a tight fit. White heels (what Carole would call fuck-me pumps) had been included as well.

Finally, there was another white box, long and narrow, for a watch, necklace, or bracelet, perhaps. I didn't know, because a note taped around it read...

Stand in the living room, facing the door. Hold this, but do not open it.

Okay, now my interest was really piqued.

Stripping out of my clothes in Jake's room, I pulled the dress down my body. Oh, it was a tight fit alright. The pumps went on next, then I stood in front of Jake's mirror and raked my fingers through my long hair to fluff it up just a bit. With the earrings in, I took one last look at myself.

My dark, dark hair was cascading down my back, with a few loose curls in front. The earrings looked wonderful, simple and understated but eye-catching nonetheless. The dress really did hug my body, leaving very little to the imagination, particularly the fact that I wasn't wearing a bra or panties. The bright white even made my fair skin seem a little more tanned than it already was. I wasn't bronzed by any means, but at least I wasn't so pale anymore. The dress fell to just above mid-thigh, and from there down, my legs looked incredible, thanks to the heels.

I barely recognized myself. I was...

Oh my God.

I looked like bottled sex, and in a good way.

In a kind of shock, I grabbed the last little box and made my way to the living room. I stood facing the door and held the long narrow box in my palms. A minute went by, then two. My heart was pounding faster and harder, because any moment, Jake would be walking through that door, and God only knew what would happen next. My insides thrummed at the possibilities. The waiting was agony.

When Jake breezed through the door, my breath caught. He shut the door, turned to face me, and his mouth gaped open as he looked me over. It brought a huge happy smile to my face.

"Hi," I said softly.

He meant to drop his keys on the sideboard near the door, but they hit the floor instead. Jake didn't even seem to notice. I almost laughed. He came to me slowly, shaking his head.

"My God, Rebecca," he breathed, reaching out to place his hands on my shoulders and smooth them down my arms. "You look stunning."

"Thank you," I smiled again. "And thank you for the gifts."

It took him a couple of seconds to lift his gaze to mine, but when he did, he grinned. "You might not like this one," he said, tapping the box in my hands.

"I'm sure it's lovely."

His grin widened. He took the lid off the box and held up my last gift. It was a black strip of lace with a small silver medallion hanging off of it, about the size and thickness of a dime. It was shiny and smooth, except for the stylized "J" stamped on it.

"Do you know what this is?" he asked, stepping closer so that he could put it around my neck.

"A choker?"

He grinned again. "Do you know what it means?" He clasped it at the back of my neck and put his hands on my hips, staring at my mouth as I answered.

"No."

He looked into my eyes and, holding my hips, leaned down to me, his mouth coming closer and closer as he pulled my body towards him. He kissed me softly, briefly. "It means that whenever I want--" he kissed me again. "--wherever I want--" another kiss, longer this time, firmer, and I returned the kiss with passion, because I had an idea of where this was going. "I can have you."

I took a sharp breath and my insides clenched. God, I was wet!

"It means that you're mine, Rebecca."

He was turning us and backing me up towards the wall, still kissing me, his hands tight on my hips.

"It means that I'm going to use every inch of your lovely body for my pleasure."

I moaned into his mouth.

"As often as I like."

His tongue slipped into my mouth and I sucked on it. He pushed my shoulders back against the wall but kept my hips out towards him.

"And I promise you, it will be very, very often."

I shivered from head to toe. He slanted his mouth over mine and made love to me with it. Slow, deep, sensual kisses that took my breath away, kissing me like he had before, quick plunges of his tongue into my mouth then withdrawing and smacking his lips softly against mine. God, he was a good kisser.

I was opening the fly of his shorts while he kissed me, pushing them down his thighs and then wrapping my hands around his heavy cock, stroking him to hardness -- he was almost there, but not quite. Jake stopped kissing me to take off his shirt.

"I'm going to fuck you so good, Rebecca."

He kissed me again and I moaned loudly into his mouth. His hands pushed up under my dress to hold my naked hips, and he slowly went to his knees, kissing down my dress while he slid his hands down to spread my legs. His lips trailed hotly down my lower tummy while he moved his hands up again, pushing my dress up with them, baring my lower body. He kissed my mound, the top of my slit, pressing his mouth firmly over my hidden clit. Grabbing my ass, he pulled my pelvis even farther away from the wall, then he licked right up my center.

I all but screamed. "God!"

I was wet and ready, and I felt so wide open down there, so when he licked up my vagina, it felt like he was hitting every raw nerve that I had.

"You taste so fucking good, baby," he murmured.

Then he sealed his mouth over me and licked me like I was his lunch, like he could sustain himself for an eternity with only my body as his food. I was delirious with pleasure, his hot tongue so wide that every lick pushed my labia aside, so long that his tip threatened to push inside me, lips smacking softly now and then. I dug my fingers into his hair and pulled his mouth tight against me. It would have been crude to say he was eating me, because he wasn't. He was kissing me like he always did, except that he was doing it down there. It was driving me crazy, his rhythm, pushing me close to the brink and then backing off, letting me cool down only to push me again.

I moaned, "Jake, please."

He chuckled, a deep masculine sound that reverberated inside my body. He gave me one last good lick and stood up, pushing my dress up above my chest. The instant my breasts were free, Jake began kissing and licking them. I don't know how he managed it either, but without warning, his colossal crown was at my opening and drilling inside, just insistently pushing my wet walls apart and seeking out my depths. He was still pushing, inch after long hard inch, when I came.

I balled my fists in his hair and screamed, drenching his cock with my climax while he licked and sucked on my breasts in his big hands. I guess the angle only let him get so much of himself inside me, because he stopped pushing and held himself still deep in my body, letting me come on his thick shaft and massive crown.

I was dimly aware that he was sucking on my nipples and pushing my dress over my head and up my arms, leaving me naked. With his hands cupping my ass, Jake lifted me off the floor. I laced my fingers together at the nape of his neck and wrapped my legs around him, digging the heels of my pumps into his ass. He growled and his cock throbbed inside me. Stepping away from the wall, Jake stood in the middle of the living room, sunlight bathing us in warmth through the open windows.

Anyone walking down the sidewalk could have seen us, could have seen Jake cradling me in his arms with ease, could have seen him lower my body onto his achingly hard cock, pushing deep, deeper, so very fucking deep.

"Uhhngod," I groaned and clenched my insides around him.

"Fuck," he hissed.

He lifted me up slowly, so very slowly, pulling my sucking vagina up his mammoth shaft to the crown, then he dropped me onto his imposing girth.

"Jake!"

He split me open, speared me deep, cramming me full of his cock, much more than I had taken before. I felt stuffed to the point of breaking, my body straining to take him, protesting his unbearable size while struggling to create a tight, warm, and loving home for his unnatural maleness. I couldn't feel his groin against mine, so I knew there was more of him outside me. God, how could I possibly take all of him?

"Fuck, you feel amazing," he murmured.

Jake bounced me up and down his cock, just tossing me up and then catching me on the way down, letting my body impale itself on his until he brought me with another scream.

"Six days, Rebecca," he said, lifting me up to his crown and holding me there while I came for him, my climaxing vagina nipping at his massive tip like a small hot mouth.

"Six days of fucking you," he said, carrying me over to the couch and laying me down with my butt perched on the edge of the cushion, his cock head lodged inside me like an insanely large cork, pulsing and throbbing with the beat of his heart.

"God, Jake," I murmured, head rolling back and forth, tears gathering in my eyes, hoop earrings bouncing against my neck and his choker, his collar, his claim on me tight around my throat.

"Six days of using you." He hooked my legs in front of his arms and leaned over me, tilting my pelvis up towards him. Then he clasped his hands around my waist and sunk his enormous cock inside me, so hard and thick, pushing so very deep, pumping in and out of me. "Six days of making you come."

I was thrusting my hips as best I could, trying to take more of him inside me. Jake rolled his hips, pulling out slow and plunging back in, every thrust just a little bit deeper than the last. For a while, I just watched his incredible cock plunging in and out of me, liberally coated with the glistening secretions from within me. It was an amazing sight, his infinitely long shaft just sinking into me. My gaze was locked there, and I came twice watching him fuck me, small but intense climaxes that made me so hot and wet that Jake was pushing even deeper inside me.

I watched with awe, and a little bit of fear, as his groin came closer and closer to my bald vagina. It felt like there was no more room left inside me. I couldn't imagine how he could get any deeper. But when I flicked my gaze up to his, the fear inside me spiked. His eyes burned with lust and his lips were pressed into a thin line of determination as his hips continued to roll up and down and his cock powered into me. And that's when I knew that Jake would not be satisfied with any old fuck today. He was going to shove every last inch of his cock inside me. He was going to get balls deep in his best friend's wife.

I was coming again, watching his turgid length plowing past the obscenely stretched mouth of my vagina, watching more and more of his thick veiny shaft vanishing inside me. Then it finally happened. With a deep growl from him and a throaty groan from me, Jake pushed the very last of his immense penis into my body.

The feel of being so very full, the overwhelming sensation of him stretching my slippery walls to their maximum capability, of being taken so completely in the only way that a man can truly take a woman...it shattered me. My back arched, my hands clawed at his arms, and my ravaged little pussy just went wild around him. I could feel my body trying to pull him inside me, trying to make him a permanent part of me. He was so large that I swear I could feel him all the way up to my chest (he wasn't, obviously). I climaxed for an eternity on his beautifully big dick, his groin pressed tight to mine, his unyielding cock just impaling me and pinning me to the couch.

When I could finally open my eyes, I was still coming down, but still coming. I looked between us, marveling at the completeness of our bodies joined so intimately, so perfectly, at his ability to fill me up so fucking thoroughly.




Taking Charge Pt. 05



His achingly hard penis jerked inside me, getting harder, longer, wider, swelling up and up and up. I looked into Jake's eyes, mad with lust and need, truly, truly mad, saw them boring into mine, his face only inches away and red with exertion. Then it happened. He pushed a fraction of an inch deeper, his great condomless cock finding a new home in the deepest part of me, and with horrible and ecstatic fascination, I watched him come. The heat of him gushing into me, spewing forth hot semen like there was no tomorrow, it brought me again. I came while his naked cock just erupted inside my fertile body, disgorging what felt like gallons and gallons of marriage-destroying, sperm-filled cum into the furthest depths of my clinging cunt (yes, let's just call it what it is), spewing into me with such mind-blowing power that I could feel his thick cream filling me up. I could even see it, in my mind, the crown of Jake's big dick drowning in white, then his shaft, my tiny vagina just overwhelmed by his ejaculate. And the entire time, Jake gazed hotly into my eyes.

I gazed back into his, crying with release and terror, at this godlike man that had just shown me even greater heights of ecstasy, that was even now spilling his seed so very deep inside me. The fear was there, that he could get me pregnant, that it could be happening even now, that his hot semen could be filling up my womb as we spoke, spilling into my fallopian tubes and drowning my ovaries in white.

No, anatomy doesn't allow that at all, but holy shit, it sure felt like it did.

We had crossed a line. A hard, horrible line, from which there might be no turning back. And so, with Jake's huge tumescence jerking and spurting inside me, I held his face and brought his mouth to me and I kissed him.

Chapter 16

The side of his head was pressed against mine and his entire body was shaking. He had gingerly released my legs, and I had wrapped them around his waist and held him to me -- though he was supporting most of his weight on his elbows. I wasn't wearing much makeup at all, but what was there must have been streaking down my cheeks from crying.

"Are you mad?" he asked breathlessly.

He was asking about coming inside me.

I wasn't worried about it though. I wasn't really worried about anything, really. Not even the naked cock lodged so deep within me and corking all of that hot rich cum inside my body. Asking him to pull out was pointless, really. The damage had been done. We just had to deal with it now. Besides, his still rock-hard cock felt fucking amazing inside me.

"No, Jake. I'm not mad."

He pushed up onto his arms, which pulled his thick hair away from my hands, and he frowned down at me. "Really?"

"Really." I smoothed my hands down his ripped upper body, then lightly but threateningly raked my nails down his stomach. "But you can't do that again."

He nodded once, then grinned. "Hey, what happened to 'if it happens, it happens'?"

I gave him a lazy and very satisfied smile. "That only applies to my husband, Jake."

"Does it?" he challenged.

I felt oddly calm and centered as I told him, "You already have this much of me. You can't have any more."

He looked at me for a long time, and eventually gave me a crooked smile.

After cleaning up -- God, I hated that he had to take himself out of me -- and getting back into my shorts and tee shirt, we had a nice lunch of soup and sandwiches. He told me more about his ongoing affair with Lana Biddleston. I don't think he was at all worried about me telling anyone, either because I wouldn't or because he just didn't care if anyone knew. He was very devil-may-care about the whole thing. To him, Lana was a 'nice taste of strange' (his words) now and then, but she was a 'self-absorbed bitch' (also his words). It didn't matter to him how 'tight her cunt' was (and here) or how 'fuckable of a throat' she had (and lastly this), Jake could only handle her in small doses.

"She too much woman for you to handle?" I teased.

Jake smirked. "Maybe 'deal with' would be a better choice of words."

I fixed him a skeptical look. "She can really take you down her throat?"

"To the hilt," he grinned. "You could too."

"I don't think so," I laughed, raising my arms to get at the clasp at the back of my neck.

"No." He shook his head, and when I frowned, he pushed his chair away from the table and patted his thigh. "Come here."

I let go of the clasp and got up to go sit astride his lap. Jake lightly fingered the lace at the side of my neck. "This stays on." I opened my mouth to ask why but he cut me off. "This means you're mine, Rebecca."

"But..."

Jake picked me up and sat me on the edge of the table, wrapping one big hand around the back of my neck and pushing the other inside the leg of my shorts. His fingers found my wet center -- Really? I was already wet? -- and pushed inside, making me gasp.

"It means I can have you whenever I damn well please."

His fingers felt so good inside me. I spread my legs to give him easier access. Jake pumped his fingers in and out of me slow but deep, curling then back and rubbing against that spot on my roof that had me gushing into his palm in no time at all. His hand remained locked on the nape of my neck, forcing me to meet his gaze.

"And I intend to do that, Rebecca," he murmured, pulling his slick fingers out of me and sucking them clean. His hand on my neck loosened and trailed around the front, tapping the small medallion there. "This stays on, unless I tell you otherwise."

I was flushed with heat from head to toe. "What if I need to go out?"

His hand slid into my shorts again and the tips of his fingers resumed playing with me, lightly brushing up and down my vagina. His expression was neutral, as though we were merely talking and he wasn't doing anything untoward down there. "Do you need to go out today?"

Oh, I really did. "Yes."

His fingers dipped inside me, just a little, but enough that it took my breath away.

"Put it back on when you get home."

I nodded and bit my lower lip. Jake leaned forward and kissed me, soft and sweet and at length. When his fingers finally left me, the need that he had been building within me didn't go away. I couldn't stand the loss of contact, so I sought it out with my hands, exploring his chest and stomach. When he began to pull away, I followed him, pressing my lips firmly against his and licking his mouth.

Jake chuckled. I didn't think it was funny, so I pushed my hands under his tee shirt and up his chest. Jesus, his body felt amazing. Jake groaned and took hold of my waist, thumbs on my stomach and fingers across my back. I felt so tiny when I was with him.

"I have to go back to work," he murmured against my lips.

I just kept kissing him, kept running my hands over his body, down his washboard abs.

"I really have to go."

If he had just stopped kissing me and stepped away, I would have been fine. But his lips were so soft and he smelled and tasted so good. But he kept kissing me, so I pushed my hands into his shorts. He wasn't hard, but long and thick and so warm in my hands.

"Fuck," he groaned, gripping my waist tightly, and he kissed me hard, all tongue and teeth. Grabbing my hair, he held it tight in his hand and looked at me. "Fine. Five minutes."

With fire in his eyes, he pushed me onto my back on the table and grabbed my ankles, then he lifted my legs to pull off my shorts. I watched him over my heaving chest, pushing his shorts down and sliding his hands down my legs to behind my knees. He spread my legs and sheathed himself inside me. I was more than ready for him as his cock tore into my body, stretching and filling faster than I could process. He thrust maybe half a dozen times before I felt his groin press against me.

"Oh God, Jake," I moaned, twisting my upper body against the table, the feel of him just lodged inside me was insane, like a huge, hot and unyielding bar.

Holding my waist tight and pinning me to the table, Jake began to rock his hips, fucking me oh so deep, never taking out more than half of his thick pulsing length. He was pushing into me faster than before, but still fighting for every inch. My belly tightened within mere moments, my insides awash with heat and arousal. He fucked me like a machine, like his only purpose in life was to fuck, like he was born and bred for it. He plunged into me again and again and again until my spine was bowed and my head was thrown back with my nails scratching across the table. I came explosively, dimly aware that hot fluid was spraying all over my torso.

"Jesus," I sighed, brushing sweaty hair out of my eyes.

"That's not what the medallion stands for."

I laughed.

He was stuffing his soft but impressive penis into his shorts when I pushed up onto my elbows. I looked down over my body, at the shocking amount of semen that Jake had gushed all over me. There were hugely thick lines of the stuff that stretched from my stomach to neck and shoulders. Some of it had shot past me, onto the table, and a few globs had even found my face. It was impossible to count how many times he had ejaculated, since I was such a mess, but the sight of so much cum on my pale skin was arousing in and of itself.

Jake put his hands on the table outside of my thighs and leaned over me. "See you tonight?" He said it so casually, like I wasn't his best friend's wife that he'd just painted with semen.

I nodded and he smiled, then he gave me a quick kiss on the top of my well-fucked vagina. The electricity that shot through me made me cry out and flop back onto the table. Jake left, chuckling the entire way.

After cleaning up the kitchen, I took another quick shower -- God, he was just murdering our water bill -- then threw on jeans and a camisole and headed out. I needed to pick up groceries, check in with Shirley Davenford at the YMCA, and make a stop at the drug store. I waved to Margaret and Janie at the supermarket (Any kids yet?), talked to older-than-dirt George Waltin in the checkout lane (How is Ryan these days?), and finally made my way to the YMCA.

I volunteered there during the summer breaks, arranging and overseeing activities for the local kids. The idea was to keep them busy, to keep them out of trouble. It was only twice a week, since our area had so many volunteers, but I enjoyed helping out regardless. Shirley was the activities coordinator, a sweet older woman with eight children that were all grown up. She often said she got her kid-fix at the Y, since her grandchildren were all in their mid- to late twenties. I was looking forward to refereeing that Friday's Super Water Volleyball match. Think of a typical volleyball game, then add a third player on each side with pump-action water guns. They had to stay outside the lines, but they could take one shot at any player during an exchange. It was amusing, watching a perfect spike or serve get messed up with a well-aimed shot of water to the face.

Finally, I stopped at the drug store for a morning-after pill.

By the way, if you think Plan-B is the same as an abortion pill, go educate yourself, now.

By the time I got home, I figured that I had enough time to pack away the groceries and put dinner in the oven. As it turned out, Jake ended up running late. I started a round of laundry and was folding clothes in the living room when he finally walked in.

"How was your day?" I asked cheerily, then cringed. I'd never asked him that before. It was the kind of question reserved for my husband.

Jake laughed and shook his head on the way to the kitchen. "You are so incredibly domesticated, Rebecca."

I blushed deeply. It wasn't so much the question itself that was so embarrassing, but the way in which I'd asked it, eager and excited to hear about his day. It was just an automatic thing, that when Ryan would come home I would give him the opportunity to share his success or grumble. So when Jake walked in, the question just popped out. I hadn't actually intended the question to be for him, though he apparently thought so.

And besides, what was so wrong with being domesticated?

Jake came back to the living room with a cold bottle of beer. "Need a hand?"

I threw a pair of boxers into his face in reply and he laughed. He pulled them off his face and looked at them. "Well, at least they were mine. Yours would have been better."

I glared at him, but his wide grin made me smile regardless. He seemed to take great delight in that.

"How did it go with Mrs. Biddleston?"

He snorted while folding a towel. "She was pissed. By the time I got over there, her husband was home."

"Oh, poor Lana," I said dramatically with a hand over my heart. "No extramarital nookie today? How will she ever get by?"

He grinned. "None for her, anyway."

I blushed again and looked away. The silence that filled the room was really uncomfortable. Neither of us broke it. We just kept folding laundry. While doing so, I tried to break it down, to understand what was bothering me. It was his wry comment about Lana not getting any extramarital sex and the implication that I would.

Why did that bother me? I'd gone into this affair with both eyes open. I was fucking my husband's best friend -- well, no, I was letting him fuck me -- but I was okay with it by that point. I had settled with my demons, in a manner of speaking. So why did talking about it make me uncomfortable?

Then it hit me. It wasn't talking about the affair that bugged me. It was the casual conversation mixed in with it that did. Jake and I had been bantering like we were good friends, nothing untoward until he'd just thrown it out there, the reminder that we were definitely not just good friends. We couldn't be.

"You okay over there?" he finally broke the silence.

"I can't be your friend while we're...doing this," I told him, struggling to say what I really meant.

"Doing what?"

I sighed. He was egging me on, pushing me to just say it.

"You know what."

"No, I don't."

His unexpectedly close proximity made me jump. He was standing right behind me. Not touching, but I could feel him there.

"Having an affair," I replied.

"We're not having an affair," he said quietly.

"What would you call it then?"

Jake pulled my hair to the side and kissed the back of my neck, making me shudder from head to toe. His hands held my hips, one smoothing around to my stomach, along that bare patch of skin between my jeans and camisole.

"Fucking," he breathed into my ear. He kissed the soft skin just behind my ear, then below it, trailing soft and warm kisses down my neck and shoulder. "An affair implies an emotional connection, a betrayal of the heart." He pushed his hand under my shirt and up my chest, cupping my full naked breasts, while the other slid around to my tummy and unsnapped my jeans. "We don't have an emotional connection. Do we?"

"No," I sighed.

"That's good." Dragging my zipper down, Jake pushed his hand down the front of my jeans and over my panty-covered mound. It was a tight fit, but the pressure of his fingers against my vagina felt wonderful. "Because I have no interest in dating you or marrying you."

His hands slid out of my shirt and jeans, then he pushed my jeans and panties down my thighs.

"Good," I told him as he knelt behind me, trailing kisses down my back and bare butt. When my jeans and underwear hit my ankles, I stepped out of them. "I don't want to date you or marry you either."

Jake chuckled and, still kneeling and kissing my naked ass, he spread my legs and caressed his hands up and down the sides of my body. "Why?"

I opened my mouth to reply, but all that came out was a wordless groan as Jake pressed two fingers up against my wet mound.

"Why, Rebecca?"

"Because I'm already married," I sighed, bending over when his hands pushed me to do so. I flopped forward and grabbed the back of the couch for support. I was bent way over at the waist, at a nearly perfect ninety-degree angle, with my ass thrust out at him.

Jake slid his hands down to my hips and ass, thumbs spreading the cheeks of my butt apart. It was embarrassing and so fucking hot.

"But you're fucking me, not him."

"Only because...God!" I couldn't finish, because he was licking me from behind, quick swipes of his big tongue right up my center. "Jake!"

"Tell me," he growled into my vagina.

"I'm only...fucking you...Jesus!" I was pushing against the couch with my arms, shoving my hot center against his mouth. "Because he isn't...fucking me."

He licked me deeply, pressing his nose into the crack of my ass, then said, "So, if he was fucking you, I'd just be left out in the cold then?"

I shoved my ass into his face. "Less talking, more licking."

He laughed but did as told, but only for a few seconds, just long enough to bring me to the brink before his tongue left me again. "Answer me."

I twisted my upper body to glare at him. "I'm sure you'd have no difficulty finding a hot little body to keep you warm."

He raised an eyebrow and pushed a finger inside me, making me groan. "Does it bother you that I fuck other women?"

"Who have you...uhhn!" I couldn't finish, because he rubbed that spot inside me. I don't know how he did it, since the angle was all wrong, but he managed. He kept at it until I was leaking all over his hand. "You haven't...brought anyone home since we...since we started..."

"Fucking?" he said, adding another finger inside me.

"Yes!" I hissed, delighting at the intrusion of his long thick digits.

"Why would I need to?" he asked, pulling his fingers out of me and making me whimper. "I can fuck you whenever I want."

His achingly huge cock just knifed into me. The sudden intrusion ripped a ragged scream out of my throat as he sunk well over half of his incredible manhood inside me in one thrust. He pulled out and pushed back in, cramming more of his fat prick into my body before pulling back to just his broad tip. I pushed back at him for more, but he moved away at the same time.

"You still haven't answered me," he said, laying his hands on my hips to hold me still.

"What...what was the question?" I asked with a moan.

He laughed and said, "If Ryan was fucking you, would you still be fucking me?"

"No."

He held still inside me. I pushed back at him but his hands held tight to my hips, and I couldn't move. "You'd just stop fucking me entirely? Just like that?"

"Yes!"

"Then I guess I should make the most of this."

Jake pushed back into me until he was balls deep in my soupy cunt. I screamed again, my body shaking and shivering and insides rippling around him. He began fucking me, pumping that shockingly huge cock of his in and out of me from balls to crown, steady and firm thrusts, pistoning back and forth. The feel of so much hard cock moving in and out of me was insane, electrifying, mind-blowing. He had me climaxing in no time at all and buried himself to the hilt.

"Fuck, that feels good," he groaned, rotating his hips and grinding his turgid member inside me.

While my climax raged through me, prolonged by the enormous prick still lodged so deep in my body that I swore his great crown was pressing against my lungs, I heard him fumbling around behind me, the rustle of paper and then a popping sound.

"I got you something today."

"You did?" I murmured, licking my lips and relishing the final waves of orgasm that ebbed and flowed through my limbs.

Something slippery and somewhat firm pressed against my anus. I gasped and shot upright, but Jake put a hand between my shoulders and shoved me back down.

"What are you...?"

Before I could finish, he pushed, and that lubed thing stretched my ass. It wasn't painful, but it was certainly uncomfortable. My anus strained, then strained some more. Whatever it was, apparently it was tapered, widest at the middle, because it popped inside and my sphincter snapped shut around it. The pressure in my ass was putting even more pressure inside my overstuffed vagina, and the feel of his cock stretching and filling me became even more intense. He flexed his dick inside me and I was coming again.




Taking Charge Pt. 05



"Oh my God!"

Jake didn't wait for me. I was still climaxing when he resumed fucking me with his entire rock hard length. After a few thrusts, he leaned over my back and reached under me to grab my breasts, then he hauled me up. I was standing now, back bowed, his hands mauling my breasts and pinching my nipples. He fucked in and out of me again, over and over, never pulling out more than halfway, but Jesus, he was so hard and my cunt was so full and my ass -- fuck, what was in there! My climax hadn't fully abated when another hit me.

I gushed and groaned and whimpered and moaned, his hands all over my tits, pulling me back against his chest while he rocked his hips and just savaged my poor little pussy from behind me, and the entire time, that thing in my ass didn't relent its pressure. Jake was already more than overly large, but with that thing in my butt, he felt monstrously, inhumanly, and horrifyingly enormous.

He brought me to yet another climax, right on the heels of the second, and reduced me to a blabbering, moaning, whimpering mess.

"What are you doing to me?" I cried.

"That's just the first one," he told me, still fucking me, slow but so damn deep. "The rest are bigger."

"Why?" I gasped.

"To prepare you."

"For what?"

He shoved himself balls deep into my body and chuckled into my ear. "What do you think?"

"No," I shook my head.

"No?" He pinched my nipples and I groaned, my abused vagina squeezing and pulling on his outrageously hard dick.

"No."

"Have you ever been fucked in the ass?" He asked while pulling out to just his crown, then his cock ripped back into me brutally.

"No!"

"Then how do you know you won't like it?"

"That...that's not...the point!" He was fucking me so deep, frighteningly long strokes of his full length, just stuffing my body absolutely full of his cock. I could barely speak.

He pushed fully inside me and crushed his pelvis against my ass, rotated his hips, stirring up my insides with his huge hard member. "Then what is the point?"

"It's not yours!"

"No?"

"I haven't...oh God...given it to you!"

"You will," he laughed, low and masculine.

"No!"

Jake long-stroked me again, just once, but fuck, it almost made me come.

"Bet me," he growled.

"Fine!" I snarled, reaching up to grab the hair at the back of his head and pull his chin over my shoulder. I hissed in his face. "If I give you my ass, I get to shove my dildo up yours."

Jake lifted an eyebrow in shock, then he laughed. It caused his cock to jump and jerk inside me. It felt so fucking good that I began to push up onto my toes and drop back down, fucking myself on his dick, and while it was only an inch or two, at most, it was enough. I was going to come again.

Jake growled and shoved me back down so that I was once more bent over in front of him, then he grabbed my hips and began brutally ripping his cock back and forth through my steamy channel, his colossal cock just carving a path up my body and making it his. He fucked me to another climax, then groaning loudly, ripped his cock out of me and came all over my ass, just absolutely covering my butt in hot semen.

My legs gave out without warning, but Jake caught me, wrapping his arms around me and holding me up. My slimy butt made a mess of his groin and thighs, but he didn't seem to care. He just held me while we both caught our breath.

"That was fun," he said idly.

I laughed. It had been fun, but also ridiculous, because I had a foreign object wedged into my ass. I laughed even louder.

"What the hell did you put back there?" I asked, laying my head back on his chest.

"A butt plug," he murmured, pushing his hands under my shirt to cup my breasts and gently fondle them. God, his hands felt good! "Like I said, the others are bigger."

I groaned at the implication that he would be using it again, and others that were larger. "Take it out."

"No."

My eyes flew open and I spun around to face him. Doing so created an odd sensation in my fanny. It was both disturbing and arousing.

"What do you mean, 'no'?"

He gave me a level look, his hands caressing my hips and sides. "It stays in."

For an instant, I was contrite. The hell it was staying in! But as his blue eyes burned into me, something odd happened. I just gave in. "For how long?"

He shrugged a shoulder and pursed his lips. "We'll see."

"But...what about dinner?"

He grinned. "What about it?"

"Jake, I have to sit down!"

Reaching around to cup my ass, one of his hands pressed against the plug in my ass. I gasped and pushed up onto toes, and not just because it pushed deeper, but because it also felt really fucking good, in a depraved, nasty way.

"I think you'll find the experience rather enjoyable, actually."

I gave him my best glare. "Take it out."

"No."

"I mean it!"

"So do I."

I slapped my hands against his chest. "Jake!"

He shrugged again. "Take it out yourself, if it bothers you so much."

I glared again, then frowned. Why not? He'd given me an out. I could just reach back there and pull it out. I backed away from him and put my hand back there, blushing hotly.

"Could you turn around?"

He laughed and shook his head.

"Fine!" I snarled. I grabbed the base of the plug, which was wide and flat, like a rubbery disk. But when I pulled, I felt the wider part stretching my anus and I released it, causing it to plunge back in. It made me squeak, and it made me want to do it again. I felt my body flushing with heat, but it wasn't embarrassment. It was arousal.

Jake grinned. "Told you that you'd like it."

Making a face, I huffed and grabbed an unfolded pair of house shorts from the laundry on the couch. He watched me put them on, which was an interesting affair for me. Every time I moved my legs, the plug shifted around inside me. Not to be crude, but every time it moved inside my butt, it made me feel like I needed to poop. But that wasn't all it did. It also somehow reminded me that my pussy was empty, and that made me want it filled. By the time I got my shorts on, I could feel the cotton already getting damp between my legs.

Jake was clearly enjoying this.

"You're such an asshole," I snarled and shouldered my way past him.

Jake only laughed.

Chapter 17

Dinner was rather interesting. I'd made meatloaf and twice-baked potatoes that I'd picked up at the supermarket deli, and a side of steamed carrots. All through the meal, that horrid plug remained stuffed in my ass. It wasn't uncomfortable, exactly. Just a constant nagging sensation. I was wet the entire time, and throbbing inside.

Jake ignored my predicament though. He asked me about my day and it was a struggle to relay it to him with that plug back there. No matter how I sat or how little I moved, I couldn't ignore it.

He smiled at me. "You'll get used to it."

"I don't want to get used to it, Jake."

He looked at me for a long moment, and blindsided me with, "Ryan will thank me for it."

My mouth fell open and he just resumed eating his meal. Eventually, I was able to speak. "You're doing this for Ryan?"

He shrugged but didn't look at me while he ate. "Well, I was hoping for me too, but yeah, mostly for him."

I gaped at him. He finally looked up and frowned.

"You're not leaving him, right?"

I gaped some more.

"What?" he asked.

I shook my head, just absolutely beside myself. It had been difficult to accept that Jake wanted to fuck me, harder still that I wanted him to, even more so that he was fucking me, but processing that he was doing any of this for Ryan was impossible. Surely that wasn't what he was implying, right?

"Jake, what's going on?" My tone was surprisingly gentle.

He took a big drink of his iced tea and leaned back in his chair, not looking at me. "It's been going on for years now. About six, I think." He snorted and looked up at me. He was grinning, but it wasn't an expression of amusement or happiness. "You guys think I don't pay attention to anything but a hot body, but you're wrong." His grin was gone. "He started it."

"Started what?"

"Ignoring you. You changed too, about a year after he did."

"I don't know what you mean."

"Your wardrobe." He laughed lightly, but it was real laughter. "You think I didn't notice your bikinis?" He looked away for a moment, rubbing his chin. "Jesus, that little black number was so fucking hot."

I blushed at the memory -- many of them, actually -- remembering how his eyes had widened the first time he'd seen me in that particular swim suit, and all of his hungry looks thereafter.

He smiled and gestured at me. "Back in college, you wore those really unflattering loose blouses and ankle-length dresses all the time. Then it was long skirts and snug sweaters and tops. After that, it was shorter skirts, and tops that showed a hint of your stomach and back. Now," he shook his head and raised his eyebrows, and his eyes grew heated. "Christ, now it's low-rise jeans, baby tees, tank tops and gypsy shirts, all long legs, bangin' ass and killer tits, all the time."

I frowned, both at his crudeness and my own confusion. "What's wrong with that?"

His eyebrows went up again. "Nothing at all. You're a beautiful woman. You have every right to flaunt what you've got, and I love that you do. But Ryan...the more gorgeous you became, the worse he got."

I balked at that. "Are you saying I pushed him away?"

"No! He pulled away."

Was Jake right? Had my husband put more and more distance between us as I changed my wardrobe? It was a slow process, Ryan pulling away from me, taking years, but could my clothes really have been the cause? Seemed ludicrous to me. I got up from the table and washed my plate in the sink, thinking it over. Jake cleared the rest of the table and I washed the dishes while he packed up the leftovers.

"Can I ask you something?"

I shrugged, frustrated. "Go ahead."

"Why did you do it?" I looked over at him and he added, "Change your wardrobe, I mean."

"I wanted to feel beautiful."

Jake smiled and cocked an eyebrow. "You know you're dead sexy, right?"

I made a face. "Seeing it and feeling it are two different things."

He nodded, thought something over, then shrugged and asked, "Is that why you let me fuck you?"

I dropped the scrubber into the sink with a clatter. "God, Jake. Really?"

"What?" he laughed.

Jesus, he was just so unashamed about it. "Yes, it's why I let you fuck me," I spat, then sighed. "It felt like I was dying inside, okay? I felt ignored, like I wasn't really there. I cooked for him, cleaned for him, took care of him and his home, and he was appreciative for all of it, but...he wasn't..." God, this part was so hard to say out loud without crying. "He didn't want me. He didn't take care of me."

Jake didn't say anything. He didn't come over to hold me either. And I was glad. I didn't want that, not from him. The only person that could hold me and make me feel better was the one who had hurt me. Ryan.

"I notice the looks, you know," I told him, washing dishes again. "I see the way men look at me. I always have. It's just...Ryan's attentions were all I ever needed. I like when other men check me out, but I need my husband to do it too. When he stopped, when he just...lost interest in me, I had to do something. I thought, maybe if I dress a little sexier, show a little more skin, wear tighter clothes, change my hair, start waxing everything from everywhere..."

"That explains a lot," he interrupted.

I glanced at him and he was looking at my midsection with a grin.

"As I was saying," I growled, widening my eyes for emphasis. Jake laughed and held up his hands. "I went through a full makeover, made myself as beautiful for him as I could. But he just...it didn't help. It was like everyone noticed but him." I sighed and looked out the window over the sink, at nothing. "It felt like our best years were behind us."

After a while, Jake said, "Were you thinking about leaving him?"

"At the time, I didn't think I was. I was just unhappy. But now?" I looked over at him. "Now that I know what I know, why I've been so down, how good I can feel...if he doesn't come back to me, if he doesn't...I can't..." I trailed off, unable to finish giving voice to the thought. That I wouldn't be able to stay with Ryan.

"Just to be clear, you know that we can't be together, right?"

It was such a ridiculous proposition, someone like me being with someone like Jake, that it improved my mood in an instant and made me laugh. "Oh, I know."

"That doesn't mean I can't fuck you anyway," he grinned.

I rolled my eyes and went into the living room to sit down on the couch, my legs tucked under me. Jake followed and sat beside me, one leg under him so that he could face me.

"How is your sex life?" he asked.

"I think you know," I smirked.

He smiled warmly. "I mean with Ryan."

"Dull. He just isn't the adventurous type." I was amazed that I was willing to admit that to Jake. We weren't friends, and that's not the kind of thing you talk to acquaintances about. But then again, his penis had been inside my vagina, so I guess I could say we were closer now.

Jake frowned, like he was confused. "How so?"

I blushed a little bit, telling him this. "He only does missionary." Jake's eyebrows went up at that. "Sometimes I, uhm, ride him," I blushed again, which Jake found amusing. "But he just lies there, like he doesn't know what to do."

I swear, Jake looked at me like I was lying through my teeth. "Uh, that doesn't sound like Ryan at all."

"I'm telling you, Jake, he just lays there like a wet rag. One time, I put his hands on my breasts, both to see what he would do and because I was aching for him to touch me, and he just left them there. He didn't move his hands at all. After a minute, he dropped his hands back to his sides."

"Are you serious?" When I nodded, he flicked a hand towards me. "A man would have to be out of his mind to have those babies in his face and not maul them!"

I snorted, because apparently, he was right. Jake never wasted an opportunity to molest my breasts.

He shook his head and sighed. "Okay, has he ever been adventurous at all?"

"No. Never. It's always me."

"Such as?"

"Well, before he left for this trip, I waited up for him. I'd planned out this seduction thing, to try to get his fire going."

Jake leaned forward a bit. "What did you do?"

I started to blush again. "I, uhm, put his, thing, right here," I stammered, pointing at my cleavage.

"Holy shit," he said quietly, then shook his head free of whatever salacious cobwebs were in there. "Okay, what did he do?"

"He was getting into it!" I exclaimed, feeling the frustration of that failure of a night rushing back. "He was, you know, thrusting his hips and kind of...rubbing against me. He had his hands on my shoulders and he was even pushing me down, you know, against him."

He smiled. "You are so fucking sexy when you blush."

I was both embarrassed and flattered, the former because I was trying to confess some rather personal issues, and the latter because I knew Jake was being completely honest about how he saw me.

I reached over and slapped his knee. "Focus, Jake! You're not helping."

"Sorry. Continue," he gestured.

"I tried to go down on him and he pushed me away."

Jake balked. "Why?"

"He said he hadn't showered," I shrugged, then angrily added, "But I didn't care!"

"Did he smell bad?"

"Not bad, just pungent. All of you guys do after a long day, or so I've heard. But I didn't care. It didn't bother me. I just wanted to please him, to show him that I was more than a vagina that just lies on her back. He pushed me away so hard that he knocked me down!"

I was almost crying by that point, remembering the rejection quite clearly, almost like it was happening again. Jake didn't say anything for a while, letting me calm down.

"Okay, something is going on," he mused aloud.

"You think?" I said sarcastically.

"No, you don't get it, Rebecca. Ryan was never a ladies man, exactly, but back in high school, he hit his stride. I don't know how he did it, but trust me on this, when Ryan wanted to bag a girl, he did."

I sat up straight. "First of all, that's crude. Second, that doesn't sound like Ryan at all."

"What you're telling me doesn't sound like Ryan, and that's my point. He was never as...active as I was, I guess you could say, but..."

I grinned. "You mean that he wasn't a man-whore like you."

Jake laughed. "Right. That." He put his hand on my shoulder. "I'm serious though. Ryan didn't go after the chicks often, but when he did, he never failed, and after he slept with someone, they just went on and on about it for days." I started to shake my head, because I just couldn't believe it, but Jake wasn't finished. "And there's another thing that's bugging me. Ryan would never, ever make any kind of commitment to a girl without sleeping with them first."

That so didn't sound like my husband. "Jake..."

"Just hear me out," he cut me off. "You know him. He's ridiculously practical and logical. Ryan knew that for most people, if a relationship is going to be successful, you need chemistry, physical, spiritual, and mental. Ryan always tested the physical chemistry first. He didn't bother with the other stuff first because getting a girl in the sack was easier for him."

I made a face. "You make him sound like he was suave."

Jake made a face too. "I don't know what the fuck he was, Rebecca, other than successful. There were times that I got shot down when I tried to nail a girl, and still do, but not Ryan. Never." He got up and started pacing back and forth in front of me.

"Jake, when I met Ryan, he never pressured me to have sex. God, he never even pushed to make out!"

"Yeah, I know," he murmured, ceasing his pacing for a moment, thinking it over. "Everything changed with you," he said, looking over at me and sitting back down. "But why?"

"How should I know?" I said, exasperated. "I didn't even know he could be suave or whatever! Trust me, he has never been like that with me."

"Maybe if I put myself in his shoes..." He trailed off, tapping his finger against his chin. "My first impression of you was mousy." He frowned then. "No, actually, it was pure." He glanced at me. "If I were to try to get you in the sack back then, I would take it slow. Like, really slow. But you said he did that."

"Absolutely," I nodded. "No pressure at all. At this point, I could really go for some pressure." That made me think about the plug in my butt. God, how had I not been thinking about it? Well, now that I was thinking about it, I couldn't stop. I started squirming, and it was turning me on. I made a face. "Can I take this out now?"

"No," Jake grinned. "Back to Ryan. He took it slow with you, but never escalated. That's the part I don't get." He thought it over for a moment. "Okay, has he never been adventurous?"

I shrugged. "The one exception would have been the first week we were married."

"How so?"

"He went down on me."

Jake frowned. "But not after that?"

I shook my head.

"Well, I know for a fact that the problem there isn't you." I blushed deeply at the compliment, and shivered when I recalled how vigorous he'd been when he went down on me. "What about you? Did you go down on him?"

"Sure. Plenty of times. He lets me do it now and then because I like to, but he's not crazy about it."

"Hmm," he murmured, and it looked like something had dawned on him.

"What?"

"You mean aside from the fact that it's fucking weird for a guy not to be insanely enthusiastic about having his knob polished?" He shook his head. "Nothing. I'm not sure. I need to think this over."




Taking Charge Pt. 06



Disclaimer: All characters are over eighteen years of age.

Editing credit: Blind_Justice

Copyright © 2013 redskyes

Author's note: This is a continuation of a series. You'll probably enjoy this more if you start with Part 1.

Chapter 18

The strangest thing happened the next morning, something that was entirely new to me. I woke up wet. I don't mean Jake's semen, though that was there too. It had dried on me during the night, but some of it was wet again, because I was. I laid there for a while and just listened to my body and explored what I was feeling, the tightness inside me, the warmth and slickness, the pressure of my thighs squeezing together which I couldn't seem to stop no matter how hard I tried.

Yes, I woke up horny.

Trust me, it was a first.

Jake was still sound asleep, but of course, he was hard as a rock, his unbelievably huge erection just jutting out over his washboard abs. The sight of his impressive cock only worsened my aroused state. There was even a small wet spot just below his navel, where he was leaking. God, the urge to lean over him and lick up that glistening fluid was insanely strong.

It was a wretched compulsion -- maybe too strong a word, so just very unlady-like -- so I shook my head clear and gingerly got out of his bed. I started to head for the kitchen, then noticed my shirt was kind of scratchy. I stood in the hall and lifted the hem. There was dried semen all over it, so I went to my room and threw it in the hamper. While looking for something to wear, I noticed the time. It was really late in the morning. Jake needed to be up and off for work in less than thirty minutes, so I grabbed my dark blue satin robe and rushed to the kitchen.

I had just turned the coffee pot on when Jake pressed his body against my back and wrapped his arms around my waist and chest. His looming presence spiked my arousal again.

"Good morning," he murmured, digging his nose into my hair behind my ear and nuzzling me there. "Coffee ready?"

"Just started it," I replied, tightening my grip on the edge of the counter when he pushed my hair aside with his nose and kissed the nape of my neck.

"How long do we have?"

I sighed as his soft lips and hot tongue trailed a path over my shoulder. "A few minutes."

He pushed his hands inside my robe, one gliding down my stomach and the other palming my left breast. "A few minutes, huh?"

My head fell back against his shoulder, and when he lightly pinched my nipples, it was like he'd set off a direct current of electricity between my legs. I gasped and reached up behind me to grab the back of his head. Jake nuzzled my neck, kissing and biting gently. Fondling my other breast, my robe now gaping open, Jake pressed his other hand against my stomach, pulling my lower body towards him, then he pushed his hand between my legs and slid two fingers down my shockingly wet center.

"Fuck, you're wet," he growled, pressing the tips of two fingers against my opening, making me moan and pull his hair.

"I haven't showered," I told him.

"I don't care."

"But there's not enough time."

"A few minutes is all I need."

"For what?" I asked.

But then his enormous crown was spreading me open and pushing inside me. I cried out wordlessly and arched my back. Jake captured both of my breasts in his big hands and just shoved his massive cock into my body, inch after hard inch. He had to work his hips back and forth three times before he was fully seated within me.

"No fucking around," he told me, pinching my nipples and stroking his gloriously huge cock out and right back in.

"Oh God," I moaned, feeling him thrust again, from crown to balls.

"Just come for me," he growled, rolling my nipples between his fingers. "Come on my fucking cock, Rebecca."

I was beside myself with pleasure, standing in the kitchen and letting him take me from behind, fucking me with every inch of his beautiful dick, just drilling my body with his colossal maleness. He fucked into me six times and I was coming, bathing his thrusting length in my arousal, slapping both hands on the counter and pushing back to take everything he had. He long-stroked me and picked up the pace, and I felt him swell, getting harder, longer, wider.

"Not inside," I hissed.

Jake growled and brutally ripped his cock out of me. It was so sudden that my body felt empty, like part of me was missing. Grabbing my arm, Jake spun me around to face him and pushed me down to my knees. The glistening crown of his cock was right in my face when the slit at his tip widened and blasted me with hot semen. He stroked his fist up and down his mighty member, pressed the erupting crown to my lips and pushed into my mouth. The taste of my body on him was rather potent, since we had yet to clean up from our nocturnal activities, but I didn't care. I just bathed his smooth helmet with my tongue and gave it sloppy kisses while it gushed shocking amounts of cum on my face and in my mouth.

The whole affair had taken no more than a minute, which was amazing, considering how incredible it had felt. After a while, I just remained on my knees and kissed and licked his cock. At one point, I even leaned back against the cabinets behind me and let him fuck his big crown in and out of my mouth. When I heard the coffee pot clatter, I looked up at him. Jake was holding a cup of steaming coffee and grinning down at me.

"Thanks, Becca."

And just like that, he walked away, leaving me kneeling on the kitchen floor with his abundant spend coating most of my face and dripping onto my swollen breasts. I gaped at his back, feeling like I had been absolutely used, no more than a receptacle for his semen. Jake stopped at the threshold of the living room, enormous penis sticking out from his body like a lance, almost comically. He glanced at me over his shoulder, and when he saw my shocked, almost horrified expression, he raised one eyebrow.

"Don't forget to put your collar back on."

Oddly, my anger cooled in an instant. As he walked away, it just kind of clicked into place for me. Well, I should say that my place clicked. Respect had nothing to do with how he had just treated me. I was his. I belonged to him. He could do anything he wanted with me, to me, and as long as I allowed it, that wouldn't change. It had nothing to do with personalities or feelings, so there was no implied insult in what he'd said or done. It was entirely physical, and nothing more. It was rather uncomplicated, really.

As it turned out, I really liked being used.

With a cup of coffee in me and more waiting, I took a shower and thought over my day. I needed to make another trip to the drug store, for one thing. I also needed to put in a little time on the photo album for Ryan's family. We usually spent the Fourth of July with them. We would rent a big cabin in Oklahoma -- or two, if his brother and sisters and their families joined us -- and spend a week together. Part of that tradition was bringing along a new photo album for everyone to browse through. His family sent me pictures throughout the year, and I assembled them into a kind of scrapbook. It was a constant project and I didn't like letting it get away from me.

I pulled on low-rise jeans and a baby tee, pulled my hair back into a low ponytail, applied minimal makeup, and checked out the results in the mirror. Imagine my surprise to see Jake's collar around my throat. I hadn't even realized I was putting it on. Of course, the moment I saw it there, the small medallion catching the light in the hollow of my throat, my insides flushed with damp heat.

God, he'd turned me into Pavlov's dog!

Well, I couldn't go run errands wearing it, but I didn't have to leave just yet. I wanted another cup of coffee or two first, so it could stay on for now. I'd just taken my fresh cup of coffee outside when I heard my cell phone ringing. I ran back to get it.

"Hello?"

"Hi, honey," Ryan said tiredly.

"Ryan," I replied, shocked that he had called.

"Did I call at a bad time?"

"No, not at all." I went outside and sat down, taking a sip of coffee. "I just wasn't expecting to hear from you. You didn't call when you landed."

He sighed. "I know. We didn't exactly have a happy parting. I thought you might want some time to yourself."

I cringed, because for the most part, I had had very little time to myself. Most of it had been spent with Jake. At that thought, I was instantly aware of the collar around my neck. Jake's collar. It should have been weird to be wearing it while talking to my husband, but it wasn't. Ryan had pretty much left me to my own devices for the better part of two years. Jake had stepped up, so he kind of deserved to place a mark of ownership on me. Besides, I really liked being owned by someone.

"How are you?" I asked, changing the subject.

"Exhausted," he sighed again. "The St. Louis branch is a mess right now. They're in the middle of a Sarbanes Oxley audit, and I'm trying to help them get everything in order."

It occurred to me then that I'd never even asked what he was going out of town for. "Is that why you were sent down?"

"Partially. The branch manager announced his retirement. Derek--" that was Ryan's vice president "--wanted me to make sure everything was in order before they hire the new manager."

"Did he consider you?" I asked.

Ryan chuckled. "He dropped a hint or two, yes."

I mulled that over for a moment. Two years ago, if Ryan had told me he wanted to move to St. Louis to take a job there, I would have agreed without even thinking about it. I would have followed him anywhere. But now? I was torn.

"I haven't really given it any thought, since I haven't talked to you about it yet," he said. "It would be a big change for us both, and I'd be asking you to leave all of your friends. Not quite ready to even consider asking you to do that."

My eyebrows went up at his consideration of my feelings. I hadn't expected that at all. "You'd be leaving a friend behind too."

"True," he chuckled. "Speaking of Jake, how is he treating you?"

"Fine," I said noncommittally, fingering the collar.

There was an awkward pause. "He's taking good care of you?"

I blushed and felt things tighten low in my body. Lately, Jake had been quite thorough in taking care of my needs. "Very."

"I knew he would," he said quietly. "Jake is Jake, after all."

My breath caught in my chest. Did Ryan suspect? Did he know? I took a moment to gather my courage. "What do you mean?"

"Well, you know Jake. He's an alpha male. Get him alone with a woman and he takes charge." Boy, does he ever, I thought. "You're not helpless or anything. I mean, I know you don't need to be taken care of like that, not in every little detail, but I figured with me being gone, he would do what he always does. You know, step up."

Oh, Jake had stepped up alright. He'd taken over the one role in my life that I needed most those days. "He has," I said before I could stop it.

"Tell me?"

Um, no. Not a good idea. Time to change the subject again. "Actually, I've learned some interesting things from him since you left."

Nervously, he said, "Such as?"

"He told me you used to be somewhat of a ladies man, before we met."

Ryan laughed. "I wouldn't say that."

"He said you didn't have any trouble hooking up with women."

A pause. "I guess I didn't."

"He said the girls you slept with would talk about you for days."

Another pause. "I suppose they did."

God, it was like pulling teeth. "I had no idea." When he didn't say anything, I barreled on. "I didn't believe him at first. It just didn't sound like you." He still didn't say anything. The line was so quiet that if it weren't for the sound of the hotel room air conditioner running in the background, I'd have thought we'd been disconnected. "You've never really taken charge, you know, in the bedroom."

"Like Jake?" he said.

My breath caught again. I had to fight not to gasp. But that wasn't actually what I'd been thinking. Tersely, I replied, "No. Like you used to, before you met me." After a long moment of silence, I asked, "What changed, Ryan? Why did you change?"

"Does it bother you, knowing how I used to be?" Before I could answer, he added, "I assumed you would have found the old me rather repulsive."

That didn't make sense to me at all. "Why?"

He sighed. "You were just so...innocent when we met. You wanted to save yourself for marriage, and I was head over heels for you, so I respected that. You had this purity about you and..." he trailed off.

"And what?"

"Well, even after we got married, I was afraid you would think I was, I don't know, filthy, I guess, that I was trying to corrupt you somehow."

But that was exactly what I wanted, what I needed, to be taken, to be dirtied even. "Ryan..."

He cut me off, and he sounded frustrated, angry. "That wasn't who I showed you. That wasn't the guy you married. I didn't want to scare you, but more importantly, I didn't want to be judged."

That took me aback. "Judged? Why would you assume that? Why didn't you just talk to me?"

He snorted. "If that doesn't sound like a case of 'too little, too late', I don't know what does."

"I didn't say that," I snapped at him. "But I'm getting there, I assure you."

Ryan all but yelled at me through the phone. "What do you want from me, Rebecca? I bought you your dream house. I got you a nice car. I keep your closet full and your credit cards nice and fat. I don't crowd you and I don't nag you. I'm far from the perfect husband, but I do everything I can to make up for what I can't. Just tell me what the hell you want."

I was too angry to catch the significance of something he'd said. My voice low and quiet, I replied, "Nothing, Ryan. I don't want you to do anything you don't want to do, and if that includes me, that's just fine."

I hung up on him and stormed back into the house, dropping my coffee cup into the sink with a loud clatter, then grabbed my keys and headed out. I was furious until late in the afternoon. I could barely sort out the conversation I'd had with my husband. He provided for me, sure, but it was his choice. He had wanted me to be the good little housewife, the innocently sweet woman that simply lay on her back and accept her husband without argument, so that's exactly what I'd done.

I was beginning to wonder if that wasn't what he wanted though. It was almost like he'd wanted to fight with me. Maybe he was looking for a way out, picking a fight to push me away because he didn't have the balls to tell me that he was unhappy. Well, I was unhappy, but it seemed I wasn't lacking in the balls department.

"I love your medallion."

I blinked and looked at the drug store clerk behind the counter, a blonde teenage girl. An older woman was back there too, Estelle. She'd worked there for as long as I could remember, and she knew me. She looked over at me.

The girl smiled, looking at my neck. "What does the J stand for?"

My hand went to my throat. Oh my God. I was still wearing the choker!

Estelle squinted at my neck. "Isn't your husband's name Ryan?"

I laughed nervously. "Oh, it's for his pet name."

"Oh? What's that?" Estelle asked.

I swallowed and felt a blush creeping up my face. I looked at the girl. "I'm sorry, but I'm kind of in a hurry."

"Oh, sure. Just a moment," she said, hurriedly stuffing my receipt into the bag and handing it over.

By the time I got out of there, I was mortified. Taking the choker off, I started the car and headed home. My God, what was wrong with me? How could I have forgotten I'd been wearing it? Maybe I was just that mad at Ryan.

Jake's truck was in the driveway when I got home, which was a surprise. I didn't announce my arrival when I walked in. I just headed for the kitchen to take my morning-after pill. While I was filling the glass, I heard Jake come in.

"Did you get off work early?" I popped the pill in my mouth and washed it down with water. When I turned around, he was just standing there, watching me. He was wearing nothing but a towel around his waist and his hugely muscular body glistened with beads of water. I couldn't help but smirk. "Are you always just getting out of the shower?"

The corner of his mouth lifted in a wry grin. He looked at my neck and frowned.

"No collar," he said simply.

My fingers went to my throat. Something in his tone had me wary. A moment later, I realized why. There were only a few feet between us, but Jake closed the distance like a predator, his hot gaze raking over my body. In an instant, I felt like a piece of meat, his prey, and heat began to gather low in my body.

"You shouldn't have taken it off," he said quietly, hands on my hips and pushing under my shirt.

"I-I had to go out for errands," I stammered.

"Then you should have put it back on." Jake pushed his hands up my sides, lifting my shirt.

"I'm sorry."

He forced my arms up and lifted my shirt off. He took in my bra-encased breasts and sighed, and without preamble, he opened my jeans and pushed them down my legs with my panties, lowering himself onto his knees.

"I should make dinner," I told him, trying to keep my voice from quivering as he lifted my leg and took my sandal off.

Jake didn't say anything. He lifted my other leg and took that sandal off too, but rather than put my foot back down, he hiked my leg up further, over his shoulder. My dewy vagina was openly exposed to him, and I took a sharp breath as he stared at me down there, licking his lips.

"Take off your bra," he told me.

I reached behind me to do just that, and as I worked the clasp open, Jake leaned forward, turned his head, and licked right up my center. I sucked in a breath through my teeth, momentarily losing focus and just standing there in my bra as Jake lapped at my vagina. His tongue was huge, hot and eager, just swiping through my cleft over and over again. My chest heaved with deep breaths, my leg began to tremble, and the temptation to reach down and run my fingers through his thick hair was enormous. But just as I was about to grab hold of his head, just as I was about to come, a sharp smack to my ass snapped me out of my reverie.

Blinking my eyes to focus, I took off my bra and let it fall to the floor. Jake clenched my ass tight in one hand and reached up with the other to maul my breasts and pinch my nipples, all the while licking and slurping between my legs. My insides were tightening deliciously, intensely, almost painfully, itching to be filled, to be fucked. So close. So very close.

Jake picked my jeans up from the floor. With one final and very deep lick, he stood up. I moaned in complaint, biting my lower lip. He pinned me in place with a stern look alone, his chin glistening. He fished around in the pockets of my jeans and found the collar. Instead of putting it on me, he took my hand and pulled me into the living room. My legs shook the entire way. With a flick of his fingers, his towel dropped to the floor, his cock huge and hard and just jutting up from between his legs with such incredible power and virility.

"I told you not to take this off when you were home," he said, putting the collar on me. His hot gaze bored into mine, fingertips playing with the lace around my throat. "Since you can't follow that simple instruction, this is all you get to wear for the weekend."

I blinked at him. He couldn't be serious. Surely he didn't expect me to remain naked the entire weekend.

"Unless someone comes over or unless you absolutely must leave the house, no clothes."

Holy shit. He was serious.

Jake put his hands on my shoulders and pushed me down to sit on the couch. The enormous tip of his cock blocked most of my field of view. It bobbed up and down with the beat of his heart, the veins running along the length of his shaft just bulging obscenely. His fingers dug into my hair, hands cupping my head, and I knew what he wanted.




Taking Charge Pt. 06



No, demanded, because that great big cock was coming, pressing against my lips, forcing my mouth open and pushing inside. It slid over my tongue and to the very back of my mouth.

"Oh, that's good," he sighed.

His fingers momentarily tightened in my hair as he pulled out of my mouth to the wide ridge of his crown and pushed back in. He did it again and again, slowly fucking my face, but not gently. There was a forcefulness to it, a strength and urgency that belied the perceived patience he had.

"Christ, you have the sweetest goddamn mouth, Rebecca."

He took his time, pushing that big fat dick in and out of my mouth, but it wasn't out of courtesy. He was taking his pleasure from my mouth at the pace he wanted. It had nothing to do with me. That was made clear when his grip tightened on my head and he pulled me down while thrusting forward, pushing his fat cock head against the opening of my throat.

"Give it to me, Rebecca," he told me, quiet but firm.

He pushed in, pulled me towards him. His wide crown strained the opening of my throat. His assault was relentless, the outcome inevitable. I sat up as tall as I could and tilted my head down to get the right angle, then he was inside, his colossal cock tip pushing down my throat.

"Oh, fuck, yes," he hissed.

He didn't pull back. He held himself there, but only for a moment before he pushed again. I felt my throat fighting him, tightening, trying to push him out. My body was screaming to eject him. He didn't belong there. I couldn't breathe if he was there. I coughed, thick spit blowing out of my lips and onto his shaft and groin. Jake pushed again, his incredibly thick tube just boring down the far too small passage of my throat. I coughed again, hacked, saliva coursing down my chin and neck as my trembling lips slid down his cock and my wide frightened eyes watched his muscular body coming closer and closer.

My chest burned. I needed to breathe. He was going to kill me with his enormous dick. I squeezed my eyes shut and grabbed his hips, dug my fingernails in. Please, let me breathe, Jake. Please, let me breathe.

"Fuck," he groaned, pulling out of my throat.

The instant his cock cleared my lips, a tremendous cough exploded out of my chest. Thick saliva blew everywhere, his thighs, groin, tremendous and spit-coated erection. A grotesquely thick strand dangled from my chin, struck my chest and connected my mouth to it. I looked up at him, eyes wide and leaking tears, trying to catch my breath as his hands tightened on my head once more and his terrifying cock came at me again.

"Open up, baby," he demanded.

That fat crown pushed past my lips, over my tongue, and right down my throat, his strong hands tilting my head down for the optimum angle. He pushed deep, so very, shockingly deep, and I was just dimly aware that his cock was bending to the shape of my throat. I think it was the first time he hadn't been fully erect with me.

"Such a lovely little throat, Becca," he groaned.

He was pumping his hips now, fucking my face and throat. I was coughing, but not gagging. There was a difference. My gag reflex wasn't fighting me, oddly enough. He just wasn't giving me time to catch my breath, so on the occasion that his wide crown would pull back to my tongue, my chest would heave, lungs struggling mightily to fill with air in one great gulp, but then he would just shove that fat prick of his right back down my throat.

Jesus, he was just taking me, owning my mouth in my husband's living room, throat-fucking the naked wife of his best friend, and on the very couch that Ryan paid for. And I loved it. I couldn't stop my hand from palming my breast, couldn't stop the other from slipping between my legs to rub my mound, torment my opening and diddle my clit. It was so freeing, to just give in to him, to just let go, to let him take his pleasure in me. So simplistic, such a base existence. No questions. No confusion. No doubts. Just my body for his pleasure, his release, his seed. I moaned, coughed, moaned again, and I came.

Jake still wasn't fully erect, but I felt him swell in my throat, and with a deep groan, he ripped his cock out of my mouth and jacked off in front of me, his clenched fist flinging thick spit all over both of us. My mouth gaped open beneath the head of his member, ready and willing.

"Fuck!"

He didn't explode like usual. He poured, like a low pressure fire hose, thick semen gushing out in a near endless stream that filled my mouth. I swallowed, felt his cream gliding down my throat while another gush spilled over my closed lips and chin, coursed down my neck and chest. I opened my mouth in time for the third flood, swallowed it too. And so there I was, perched on the edge of the couch, fucking my burning twat with my fingers while Jake fed me his semen, just bucketing my face with grotesquely huge volumes of cum.

When it finally stopped, when I had licked my lips and swallowed the last of his cum, I was shocked to see that he was fully erect.

"Are you going to take off your collar again?" he asked.

Obviously, I knew the right answer. "No," I exhaled.

He slapped me with his heavy cock, right along my cheek, and I recoiled in surprise with a gasp. Jake fisted his hand in my hair at the back of my head and jerked me back to him. "What was that?"

"No!"

He smirked. "Good girl."

I was even more shocked when he grabbed me under my arms and effortlessly picked me up, holding me aloft in the air. Even more so when I felt the broad blunt tip of his dick press against my soaked vagina and just rip into me. The feel of him brutally opening me up, fucking that fat dick so deep inside me, it took my breath away, bowed my spine, tore a scream out of my ravaged throat. Jake lifted me up to his crown and my legs wrapped around his waist as best they could, of their own volition.

He lowered me again, more slowly this time, making sure that I was fully aware of my body being impaled upon every shockingly wide and frighteningly hard inch of him. He was just so huge and hard and long and thick and deep and hot and throbbing and alive. It was too much to handle. I laid my head on his shoulder, exhausted, defeated, helpless and content with my role. I was his to use, his to fuck, however he wanted, whenever he wanted.

With one hand under my ass and the other between my shoulders, Jake walked out of the living room, his cock twitching inside me every step of the way. The next thing I knew, we were beside my bed. Jake lifted me off his enormous erection, the vacuum inside me taking my breath away once more, and he laid me down and tucked me in.

"Take a nap, Rebecca," he said, pressing a light kiss to my forehead, then my lips, lingering there. I tasted his semen. Guess he didn't care that it was on his mouth, or his tongue, for that matter.

When he pulled away, I murmured, "I was going to make dinner."

"I'll take care of it," he whispered, kissing my chin, throat, and both breasts. He lingered on my nipples, lightly kissing and suckling while his hands stroked my body until my hips were thrusting up and my insides were burning for him. "Go to sleep."

I moaned in complaint.

"No more fun for you tonight," he told me.

I felt his breath on my stomach, then lower, and he kissed my swollen mound. Lightning shot through my vagina and up my spine, and I nearly came right then and there.

Jake chuckled against my open femininity, giving it one last sloppy wet kiss. "Besides, I think she's tired too."

He left me like that, burning and aching for him, my insides clenching tight. I should have taken him, but then it occurred to me...I didn't know how.

Chapter 19

He wasn't kidding. We didn't have any more fun that night. He woke me up a couple of hours later and we ate dinner. He wasn't kidding about me remaining naked either, though he did let me freshen up first. Despite being rather uncomfortable during dinner -- God, I felt so exposed! -- the meal was quite good. Jake knew his way around a kitchen just fine.

I helped him clean up the kitchen and wash the dishes. Jake took every opportunity to molest me too, brief strokes and pets of my butt and thighs, back and stomach, and the occasional soft and hot kiss to my bare shoulders, and once directly to my left nipple that ended with a soft wet suck. By the time we went our separate ways to brush our teeth and get ready for bed, I was dripping wet, thighs soaked with my nectar.

I had just finished putting my hair up in a bun when Jake wrapped his arms around my waist from behind. He pressed a kiss to the back of my neck and murmured, "Ready for bed?"

I froze, afraid he intended on sleeping in my husband's bed. It really wasn't mine. It was Ryan's. I'd taken Jake in my mouth and vagina, had swallowed untold amounts of his semen and let him come inside me twice, had even let him put a plug in my rectum, but even after all of that, it was entirely unacceptable for him to sleep in our marriage bed.

So, I could only manage a nod, hoping that he wouldn't press the issue.

He didn't.

Jake bent over and swept me up into his arms. He carried me out of the bathroom and bedroom, flicking the lights off along the way. We were in his room, beside his bed, and he was gazing deep into my eyes. There was no adoration in his, no love to speak of. Just lust. Pure, raw, undeniable lust.

I'm not sure how he did it, it was so fast, but he tossed me up into the air and caught me, a hand under my ass and the other on my back. I squeaked and wrapped my legs around his waist. Jake leaned in and pressed a kiss to my throat, lifted me higher, kissed my chest, breasts, suckled my nipples. He lifted me so high that he licked my stomach and I was kind of bent over his head. I was still so very wet, and I wanted nothing more than to feel his mouth on me.

Jake moved and lowered me to the bed, lifted my left leg and pushed it down against my chest, then he closed his mouth over my steaming mound. I cried out and grabbed his headboard with a death grip, his tongue licking hot wet lines up my slit and over my clit. His hand tightened on my thigh, the other pushing up my body to maul my breasts. He sucked and slurped loudly, wetly, growling like an animal, licking and kissing my vagina until I screamed with release.

He was crawling over me then, my leg still pressed down to my chest. His cock knifed into me, no warning, just carving a long, wide, and hot path up inside me. He fucked me with his entire length, slow but so very deep, just taking me in every way that a man could, enormous dick plunging in and out of me, stretching, filling, one last thorough and mind-blowing fuck before bed time. I was on the brink of coming again when he pulled out and blasted a huge hot load all over me, coating me from navel to nose with thick semen.

He grabbed a tee shirt from the floor and wiped me down, then laid down beside me, wrapping his arms around me and tucking me into the curve of his big body. My body was screaming in protest, so disappointed as the pleasant and promising tingling of that last possible climax fizzled away. He was fast asleep, and I was wide awake, having been so close to coming again. He wasn't hard, but he wasn't soft either, his arrogantly big dick resting against my stomach in a long hot line.

I really should have done something about it.

The next morning, I woke up on my stomach. Jake was kissing my shoulders, down my back, hands caressing along my sides, teasing the slopes of my bare breasts where they peeked out from under me. I felt my hips rise, pushing my ass up to him.

Jesus, was my body even mine anymore?

"Good morning," he murmured, kissing my ass and petting my hips.

I moaned.

Jake chuckled and clasped my hips in his big hands, pulling me up onto my hands and knees. My insides throbbed. God, my body was aching for him, still hungry from the lack of satisfaction that night before and willing to do anything to please him, thrusting my ass out with my legs spread, presenting my wet core to him like a bitch in heat.

And I guess I was, because while it was embarrassing, even mortifying, in a way, I wanted this to happen. I wanted him to take me like an animal, to treat me like one. Screw personalities. Screw idle chit chat over a restaurant meal. Screw 401Ks and screw diversified investments and decorating and charity and socializing and the give and take of a successful marriage.

Just fuck me.

With his hands on my hips, Jake guided me down to the end of the bed, my feet hanging just over the edge.

"Give me your hand."

I wasn't sure which one he wanted, so I gave him the left one. There was a ripping sound of Velcro, then he wrapped a restraint around my wrist. I looked back at him and he grinned at me, putting another one around my ankle. He clipped the two together, then he held out his other hand. I frowned, unsure of what he was up to, but the moment I lowered my upper body to the bed and reached behind me to give him my right hand, I realized what the point was.

On my knees, chest and face flat on the bed, and with my wrists clipped to my ankles, my legs were spread wide open and my naked vagina was lifted at the perfect height for him. Jake put his hands on my ass, spread my cheeks apart with his thumbs, and pushed his achingly hard cock inside me, right up to his balls in one smooth whole-body-cavity-creating thrust.

I groaned out loud. "Oh my God!"

He rocked his hips, plowing that fat cock into my body, slow but so goddamn deep. Holy fuck, it was amazing, but when he sped up, it was so much better. Every time his enormous crown plumbed the depths of my vagina, his heavy nuts would slap against my clit. He held my ass, kept my cheeks spread, and I could feel his hot gaze where we were joined, knew he was watching the destruction his colossal dick was wreaking on my vulnerable femininity, fucking me fast and faster, hard and harder, balls slapping my soaked little puss. He was so long that I swore I could feel him in my stomach, my chest, his big cock pushing up and up and up, between my lungs and right up to my heart.

He wasn't, of course, but it sure felt that way.

My insides tightened around him and a world shattering climax tore through every fiber of my being. I could feel my vagina rippling up his length as he powered his cock in and out of me, my body seeking yet another release and trying to make him come. As wonderful as Jake fucking me felt, he was pushing me beyond my limits, because I was coming again, and still coming, coming on his big beautiful dick again and again and again in one endlessly blissful and agonizing stream. My nerve endings were firing like mad, nonstop, the intense pleasure inside me escalating beyond delight, beyond ecstasy, becoming something else entirely, something that my poor ravaged body and inexperienced mind simply could not comprehend. It was the most wonderful and unbearable experience of my life.

I think I blacked out, because one moment Jake was fucking me to death, and the next, the restraints were gone and an untold volume of semen was cooling on my back and butt. His hands were pressed into the mattress beside my head. He was holding himself above my back, and his cock was still lodged inside me, just the big broad tip. But not for long.

He was huge and hard and long and knifing into me. I whimpered, pleading for him to stop, but my body wasn't listening. It was tightening around him, pulling him inside and begging him for more. Jake pushed in to the fullest and finally lowered his chest to my back, keeping most of his weight on his forearms. He just laid along my back with his enormous tool buried inside me, throbbing and twitching now and then, more than enough to keep me soaking wet, almost enough to make me come.

We lay like that for a long time, neither of us moving. I appreciated the pause, the brief respite from his insatiable hunger.

"Jesus, Jake," I sighed, wanting to shake my head with disbelief but too tired to do it. "Another day of this?"

He chuckled. "Two, if you count today."

"Oh my God," I groaned. Two days? Could I make it that long? Could I survive?

He laughed, then he lifted his hips and pulled his brick-hard cock out of me, to his crown, and he pushed back in. I moaned at the feel of his broad tip shoving my wet walls aside, slicing deep into my quivering core until his balls were resting on my thighs.

"Actually, I had an idea," he said, leaning down to kiss my shoulder.

"Yeah?" I murmured tiredly.

"Mm-hm," he mumbled, nipping at my neck with his teeth, then kissing the tiny hurt away. "I'm going to take some time off."

My breath caught and my eyes flew open. I swallowed and asked with no small amount of trepidation, "How much time?"

He chuckled, stroked his cock inside me again, then again, fucking me, taking me, using me and owning me. "I'll go back to work on Friday."

Oh, holy shit.

"Fuck, you feel good," he groaned, hilting himself inside me and rotating his hips, stirring my insides with his turgid maleness.

"Jake," I gasped, clawing my nails into the sheets.

He pulled out and fucked me with mind-numbingly long strokes, every beautifully hard inch just carving into me. He was going slow though, back and forth, in and out, filling and emptying. His lips were warm on my neck, his breath so hot. His teeth closed on my nape and he growled like a dog, cramming his cock inside me and holding it there.

He got harder, bigger, longer. He didn't move, but the feel of him inside me was just fucking insane. I was coming, coming on his big cock that was primed to erupt. But as I came, the twitching of his member lessened, his imminent orgasm receding.

"I want to come inside you," he groaned.

"No," I hissed, body still shaking with my climax.

He resumed fucking me, slow but so very deep. "You should get on the pill."

"No."

His cock tore into me, his groin slapping against my upturned ass. I cried out at the incredible fullness, the ever-present need inside me, and from just how very hard he was.

"Why not?"

"I told you," I said, trying to catch my breath. "Ryan and I agreed. If it...uhhngod!"

He was taking me again, long powerful strokes that stimulated every stretched surface of my insides and sent my pleasure spiraling out of control. He picked up the pace, fucked me harder and faster.

"...happens, it happens?" he finished for me.

I nodded.

Jake hissed in my ear. "Exactly."

He swelled, grew harder, just filling me up like a balloon. I couldn't let him come inside me. I pushed up onto my arms and shoved back with all my strength. The feel of his throbbing member pushing just that much deeper into my body brought me, screaming and shaking. I pushed back as far as I could, forcing him up onto his knees, then I ripped my body free of his cock and whipped around, grabbing his erection and stroking it.

Jake threw his head back and roared. The slit at the end of his rod opened and he went off like a cannon. Horrendously huge ropes of hot semen blew out of his cock, liberally painting me with his seed. Jesus, the man's ejaculatory capability was just unreal. Massively thick gobs of goo splattered my face, neck, chest and stomach, even my arms. His jerking, spurting dick was slick with my nectar, and I stroked my tiny hand up and down his length until the last of his climax was dribbling out of him onto my stomach. Finally, I let go, putting my hands behind me to hold myself up.

After a long moment of catching his breath, Jake laughed up at the ceiling. His sparkling eyes found me and he smirked, took hold of his still quite huge dick, and promptly slapped it against my cunny.

"Uhhn!" I grunted, from both shock and pleasure, and I squirmed away from him before he could cock-slap me again.

"Just where are you going?" he asked as I scrambled for the door.




Taking Charge Pt. 06



I didn't answer him. I headed for my bathroom for a shower. When I realized Jake was chasing me, I ran. I'm not sure why I ran. I wasn't afraid or anything like that. I guess it was a power play. I knew Jake wanted to take me again, but in a way, I was denying him by running. Of course, he caught me in the bathroom, his big body pressing against my back while his arms wrapped around me and his hands mauled my breasts and vagina.

"We're going to play a game today," he told me, sucking on my neck while turning to face me towards the wall and pushing me against it.

I reached up behind me and dug my fingers into his hair, pulling. "What game?"

One of his hands left me, and he moved away slightly, then his fat crown was pressing against my wet opening and pushing inside, pushing and pushing and pushing until every last inch of him was buried in my body.

"I'm going to try to come inside you, and you can stop me or not."

"No, Jake," I told him vehemently, though it probably came out as a whimper, because he was fucking me yet again, pushing and pulling that fat dick back and forth through my overfilled femininity. I tried to get my hands on his hips to push him away, but he grabbed my wrists and pulled them above my head, pressing my palms against the wall.

"I can't help it, Becca," he said huskily, gliding his palms down my arms to fill his hands with my breasts. "You feel too fucking good."

His hips were pumping back and forth, colossal cock just relentlessly ripping up into me over and over again. My legs grew so weak that I had to grab the towel rack to remain standing.

"Oh God," I moaned, feeling yet another climax building inside me.

"You were made to fuck, do you know that?"

"Jake."

Pushing and pulling, thrusting and pounding, obscenely wide crown pulling back to the very mouth of my vagina before carving back into me.

"You're meant to be a mother, Rebecca," he said, pulling my hair aside to kiss and nibble on the back of my neck. "This body is meant to take a man's seed, to create a life, to bring it into this world."

I cried out, body and soul perched on the edge of oblivion, so very close.

"I can help you with that," he said, groin slapping against my ass, cock drilling up inside me again and again. "I'd do that for you. I'd do that for him too."

God, I was just so very close, almost too close to stop him. If I came, I wouldn't be able to stop him. I'd come and come and come while he filled me up with his seed. "Jake, please."

"Goddamn, so fucking good."

He throbbed, jerked, swelled. It was coming. He was going to do it.

"Please!"

"He wants this, Becca," Jake groaned, sinking his teeth into my shoulder and then adding, "He wants kids."

And just like that, I was nowhere near close to coming. My eyes flew open and my body stiffened. I was dimly aware of Jake saying that he was more than willing to help Ryan and I have kids, that it would make things better, bring us closer, that he wanted to help, that he wanted Ryan and I to be happy. He loved Ryan, and he respected him, despite Ryan's doubts about his manhood.

It almost clicked into place, what was wrong with our marriage, why Ryan wasn't fucking me, why he was so distant. But then it was gone, the thought, the suspicion, before it could fully form. Jake's cock was swelling again, so very long and so very hard and just so very fucking big. He was growling. He was coming.

I managed to yank my hand out from under his. I grabbed the towel rack and jerked myself up the wall while wrapping my other hand around his cock to stop him. My shoulder banged against the towel rack, hard, but I'd deal with the bruising later. Right now, I needed his cock out of me. I managed it, just barely. His tremendous crown popped out of me and there was a huge hot splash between my legs. Jake slapped his hands against the wall and I twisted around, almost falling to the floor, but I got ahold of his dick and finished him with both hands, massive globs of semen flying everywhere, making an absolute mess of us and the bathroom.

Jake was true to his word. He fucked me four more times that Saturday, five, if I count the after-midnight deep dicking he snuck in while I was asleep. He didn't come every time, of course, but when he did, he tried to do it inside me. Somehow, I'd managed to fight him off each time.

When Sunday morning rolled around, I was very tender down there. God, what woman in my situation wouldn't be? Jake was still asleep in his room, so I started coffee and took a shower. The hot water took out most of the ache from my limbs -- Jesus, he'd really worked me over yesterday -- but the Advil I took later fixed me right up. I was sitting on the patio with my coffee and laptop when Jake came out with his own cup.

"Can I ask you a favor?" he said, taking a seat. His eyes twinkled when he saw that I was wearing his collar, and nothing else, as he'd instructed.

My thighs automatically pressed together and I narrowed my eyes skeptically.

He laughed. "Nothing untoward. You deserve a rest today."

Thank God! "Okay. What then?"

"I have a job interview on Thursday."

My eyebrows went up. "Doing what?"

"Commercial real estate," he shrugged, sipping his coffee. "The market isn't nearly as booming as it was before, but it's better than residential at the moment. Strange gig though." He shook his head and took another sip of coffee. "Real estate is like sex for me. Do 'em and leave 'em."

I made a face and he chuckled.

"Anyway, this job isn't just selling property. After I sell something, I become the property manager."

"Like a landlord?"

He shrugged. "Sort of. Anyway, I need a new suit. Mind helping me out?"

"Sure, Jake," I agreed readily. I knew he wasn't particularly happy with his current job. He was surprised that he enjoyed landscaping, but the money wasn't anywhere close to what he was making before.

He smiled warmly. "Thanks, Becca."

We sat in silence for a while, Jake looking off at nothing in particular, me fiddling around on my laptop.

"Anything interesting?" he asked.

I blushed.

"Oh," he said, leaning over with a broad grin. "It must be interesting if you're blushing."

I sighed and composed myself, brushing hair out of my face that the wind had just whipped up. "If you must know, I'm researching sexual positions that I'm not familiar with."

His eyebrow went up. "Really? Such as?"

I shrugged. "Like the one we did yesterday morning."

He gave me a leering smile. "Ah, yes. That's a good one."

"Well, what is it? I can't seem to find it online."

"Beats me. I don't remember all the names. Closest that comes to mind is Basset Hound."

"Basset Hound?"

He grinned again. "Look it up."

I did, and about ten seconds later, I was blushing. It was more or less the position that I'd been in, the woman on all fours, legs spread wide and hands forward, so that her body was low. "Oh my," I said quietly.

Jake chuckled. "If you like that, check out Pearly Gates."

I looked it up too. The man was on his back with his knees up, and the woman was on top of him, with her back to him and her legs outside of his. Her arms were stretched out to her sides. All of her weight was resting on him. The picture illustrated the easy access the man had to the woman's body. His hands were free to roam, while she was more or less helpless. He had freedom of movement, but she didn't.

"Wow," I breathed.

"Yeah, I like that one," Jake chuckled. He patted his washboard stomach through his shirt. "Requires good abs though, but no problem here."

I grinned crookedly, amused by his confidence. "I imagine not."

"Wanna try it?" he asked, bouncing his eyebrows.

I laughed. "Not today, thank you very much."

Out of the blue, he said, "Ryan's favorite is the Jellyfish."

A huge wave of guilt crashed over me and I gave him a sharp look. Here we were, having a fun time, just talking and joking and teasing, and he had to drag reality into it. God, why had he said that? I felt horrible, for what we were talking about and what I had done with him. Jake was entirely unaffected though.

"You should look it up," he said quietly, then he got up and went inside.

I slapped my laptop shut and sat there fuming for a few minutes. Jesus, Jake! Really? Why did he have to go and ruin the fantasy? Sure, I was having an affair, cheating on my husband, but God, to just throw it in my face!

Well, okay, he hadn't really thrown it in my face, but still, my time with Jake had become its own little world, a separate reality, and he'd just shattered it.

Eventually, I calmed down. I was going to go inside, but curiosity got the better of me. I opened the laptop and looked up the Jellyfish. It was a very interesting position, and the picture was animated. The man was on his knees on the bed, legs slightly spread. The woman was kind of squatting over him. Their arms were wrapped around each other and their bodies were pressed together. Neither of them had to move very much, just a slight rocking of the hips. It was incredibly intimate, a position I could never do with Jake, because it was for making love, not fucking. The next thing I knew, I was crying. I stroked my fingertips down the screen. This was exactly what I wanted with Ryan, closeness, intimacy, love, and I didn't have it. I cried for what seemed like an unbearably long time, so long that my cheeks were liberally streaked with tears, and my neck and chest weren't spared either.

I didn't want Jake to see me like that, so I poked my head inside. I heard him in the shower and couldn't help but wonder if his timing was intentional, if he knew his parting comment would make me break down. Retreating to my bathroom, I let the rest of the tears flow. I sat on the lid of the commode and just cried and cried, gut wrenching, snot-flowing sobs. By the time I had worked it out of me, I was a mess.

I was cleaning myself up when I realized the strangest thing. I hadn't been crying because of the affair with Jake. I had yet to instigate anything, but I'd been letting him fuck me for a while now. For me, it was just sex, nothing more, a means to scratch an itch. It no longer felt like a betrayal. Ryan had distanced himself from me, had left me almost entirely alone, which was worse than leaving me unsatisfied from a sexual standpoint. Far worse, really. That was the real betrayal in our marriage, Ryan giving up on it, or more specifically, on us. Sure, he went through the motions, being a technical husband, I guess, but he wasn't my partner anymore. What I was doing with Jake was just something that needed to be done. I needed to know what I was missing, if I could live without it if I decided to stay with Ryan.

Maybe I was just trying to justify my actions, but honestly, that's how I felt. Besides, what I wanted most from my marriage wasn't great sex, although it certainly wouldn't hurt if I had it. No, what I wanted was my husband back. I wanted those quiet nights when we would cuddle, when we would tell each other our secrets. There used to be times when I was feeling randy but Ryan was just too tired, but he would still help me out with his long and skillful fingers, kissing my face and neck or back and shoulders while he brought me with his hands. Afterwards, he would just hold me close, arms wrapped around me until I dozed off. I missed that more than anything, knowing he cared.

A knock at my bathroom door startled me.

"Becca?" Jake called through the door.

"Yes?"

"How does eleven sound? We can take care of the suit thing and then grab lunch."

I blew my nose and nodded to myself in the mirror. "Sure, Jake."

The worst part about all of this was what would inevitably come later. What would happen when Jake finally got back on his feet? Eventually, he was going to leave. He'd find his own place and I would be left with Ryan, with a sexless marriage. What would I do then? Would I go so far as to plan illicit rendezvous with Jake? Would I leave the house under the pretense of shopping, meeting my friends, or doing volunteer work just to scratch that itch inside me with Jake? Somehow, that seemed too much, too far. Once Jake left, the affair would be over. I just couldn't take it that far.

But what then? I had to figure this out with Ryan. I had to get my husband back. I just didn't know how.

Jake was going to look amazing in his suit, once it was properly tailored. We'd gone with a dark blue pinstripe, three piece and no tie, and brown shoes. Jake didn't know it, but I'd been inspired by one of my favorite TV shoes, The Mentalist. I'd chosen a suit that made him look like a bigger, buffer version of Patrick Jane. He looked incredible, really.

We had a nice lunch later on, neither of us talking much, but when we did, it was light and casual, about nothing in particular. Jake's sense of humor drew me out of my funk rather effectively. When we got home, the back door was still swinging shut when Jake began to pull my top off. He undressed me right there in the foyer.

"Sorry," he murmured, grinning up at me while kneeling and taking off my shoe. "It's only been a couple of hours since I saw you naked, but I just can't wait."

To my surprise, I didn't blush at the compliment. I didn't even blush when he knelt in front of me and pulled off my tight jeans, my smoothly waxed mound inches away from his face. He stood back up, running his hands up the curves of my body, and I felt my insides flush with damp heat. Jake put my collar back on. Unfortunately, I was still very tender, so when my insides tightened at the same time the clasp of the collar clicked into place, it brought a twinge of discomfort with it.

Smiling down at me, Jake kissed the corner of my mouth, then he took my hand and led me into the living room. He queued up a movie and we relaxed on the couch, lying on our sides with my back tucked against his chest. With him fully clothed and me naked as the day I was born, I felt like a pet lovingly snuggled up to its owner.

Jake more or less left me alone the rest of the day, though his hands were all over me, tenderly caressing me, petting my hair. It was like he was reminding me that I wasn't alone, that someone cared, desired me.

At the end of the day, he took me to bed with him, wrapping his arms around me and once again pulling my back against his chest. I woke up feeling renewed, ready to face the day. Jake's massive erection was pressed between the cheeks of my butt, long and thick and hot and just so very hard. I was still tender down there, but nowhere near as bad as the previous day. In fact, I found myself hoping that Jake would find himself in a mood when he woke up. He was fast asleep though.

Still, I couldn't help but encourage him to wake up, flexing my butt around his cock and pressing it into him just a little. Jake stirred awake and tightened his arms around me, then thrust his hips, pressing his morning wood into my ass.

"Morning," he murmured.

I smiled to myself. "Good morning, Jake."

He pushed his nose into my hair and took a deep breath, then he scooted away and rolled me onto my back. I looked up into his big blue eyes as he propped himself up on his elbow beside me. Jake smiled, then he leaned down and kissed me. It was tender at first, soft and sweet, but soon his tongue was licking at my lips, seeking entrance. I opened my mouth and took his tongue inside, licking at it with my own, not caring about morning breath in the slightest.

He kissed me so slow but so deep, smoothing his hand down the front of my body and over my soft mound, but not really touching me there, just kind of fluttering his fingers against me and letting me know that he could. His mouth left mine, kissing down my neck and chest. He flicked my nipple with the tip of his tongue and then sucked it into his hot mouth. I moaned out loud and lifted my hips, pushing my mound against his hand. Jake chuckled around my breast, released it from his mouth, and patted my stomach.

"Time to get up," he said.

And he did, get up, I mean. He left me lying on his bed with my body tight with need. What on Earth?

We picked up his suit that afternoon, and for the next three days, Jake didn't fuck me again. He was very affectionate, of course, constantly touching me, kissing me, and fondling me. More than a few times he would come over to me when I was reading a magazine or watching TV, spread my legs and kneel between them, and promptly drag his hot tongue up my vagina. He would lick and kiss and suck me down there until I was so very close to climax, only to pull away. He would dip his fingers inside me and tease me. He would lube my ass and push the plug in -- we were on the second one by that point -- and rub his cock head up and down my oily slit.

For four days, he teased me, tormented me, and tortured me, but he wouldn't fuck me and he wouldn't make me come. He never said I couldn't pleasure myself, and I did, frequently and vigorously. But it wasn't the same. My fingers and toys brought me just fine, but it just wasn't as satisfying. Masturbating took the edge off, but that was all.

By Thursday morning, I was a tightly coiled spring, a ball of frustrated and aching need that was collapsing into a destructive singularity under its own gravity. One look at him, one thought about him, and my insides would flood with heat, drenching my thighs, tightening my nipples. What made it worse was knowing that this was our last day alone together. Ryan was coming home tomorrow. Jake upped the ante by spending most of the morning wearing nothing but boxer briefs, letting me see the outline of his perfect package. Half of the time, he was fully erect, with at least a third of his cock sticking out of his briefs. He just played it off like it was an accident. But early in the afternoon, everything took a turn for the worse.

I was headed to the kitchen for a tall glass of cold juice. My legs were still a little shaky, having just masturbated in the bathroom. I could feel Jake's eyes on me as I walked through the living room, and without even looking, I knew he was grinning. My chest and neck were flushed, my nipples were so hard, and I must have smelled like bottled sex. I ignored him entirely, got my glass of juice -- Jesus, the cold air from the refrigerator on my nipples! -- and was in the process of draining it when I saw him. Jake was sitting on the couch with one arm extended along the back of it, watching TV. Not only was he completely naked, but his huge cock was hard as ever, jutting up from between his legs and lying against his chiseled abdomen, throbbing with potency, power, virility. He had what I wanted, what I craved. My insides tightened, along with my lungs, thighs, nipples, everything. It was too much.

I set my glass down on the table and walked over to him, already picturing what I'd seen on the website days before, instantly knowing the best way to get what I wanted. His legs were spread, huge heavy balls resting on the couch cushions, and he grinned up at me as I stood between his knees. Jake raised an eyebrow questioningly.

I didn't say a word. I turned my back to him and reached behind me to wrap my hand around his thick shaft. His cock was like a hot iron bar wrapped in soft silk, twitching in my hand as I pulled it away from his washboard stomach. Picturing the position in my mind, I kept my legs together and bent over slightly, rubbing his hugely swollen crown up into my cleft. I sighed at the feel of him parting my overheated flesh, so very wet that I wasted no time. I bent my knees and lowered my body onto him. His wide tip strained at my opening, and I was so tight that for a moment I feared I couldn't get him in. Finally, he popped inside, making me gasp. With him firmly lodged there, I bent my knees further, letting his cock carve its way inside me, inch by gloriously hard inch, filling me up to the brim. With my hands on his thighs, I began to flex my arms and thighs, pulling my soaked femininity up and down his rod.




Taking Charge Pt. 07



Disclaimer: All characters are over eighteen years of age.

Editing credit: Blind_Justice

Copyright © 2013 redskyes

Author's note: This is a continuation of a series. You'll probably enjoy this more if you start with Part 1.

Chapter 21

I woke up well before Ryan and let him sleep in. Though the cabin floors weren't freezing, thanks to radiant heating, they were still cool enough in the morning to warrant slippers, which I slipped on after my robe. With coffee brewing, I padded over to the hearth and got a fire going. I took a peek through the kitchen window. Even more snow had fallen overnight. Ryan had taken a cab from the airport, but his old brown Renegade was still in the driveway, half buried in snow.

When the coffee was ready, I took a cup to the loveseat and sat lengthwise, stretched out my legs and watched the fire until Ryan woke up. Today had the potential to be a very positive step forward in fixing our marriage, or an utter disaster. I was ruminating on my options, how I could best approach Ryan, when he appeared in the doorway to the bedroom. He had put on slippers and flannel pants that hung from his hips in just the right way, revealing his perfect eight-pack abs. He was both sexy and adorable.

"Good morning." I smiled at him and got up from the couch. "Would you like some coffee?"

"Please," he nodded, ruffling his short hair with his hand, still waking up.

I poured him a cup and handed it over. "How about breakfast?"

He groaned, and I swore I heard his stomach growl. "God, yes. I'm famished."

I chuckled and pulled out the pan, bacon, eggs, and ingredients for biscuits. He was quiet for a while, just leaning against the counter by the refrigerator and watching me cook. At one point, when I was getting the milk out of the fridge, I caught him staring at my chest. My robe had fallen open somewhat and there was a lot of pale cleavage there. I grinned. He blushed. I laughed.

For a little while, I could feel his eyes on me, the tension building in the air, the good kind. But then he surprised me by just jumping in with both feet.

"So, your letter," he said, and I looked over at him while putting the biscuits in the oven. "You said that you were, uhm, discovering yourself."

His nervous manner and blushing cheeks made me grin with amusement. "That's right," I nodded.

"It sounded important."

"It was," I agreed, then clarified. "It is."

He swallowed. "So, when you said lonely, did you mean, just, you know..."

I washed my hands and dried them. "I meant everything, but yes, sex too."

He frowned then. "This is about Jake, isn't it?"

Uh-oh. It was my turn to swallow. "What do you mean?"

Ryan shrugged and leaned back against the counter across from me. "Well, this all started after he moved in with us."

"What started?" I asked, needing to know exactly what he was referring to, since poor communication -- or a complete lack of communication, at times -- was part of our problem.

"I noticed you were trying harder, I guess." He took a deep breath, set his coffee down, and exhaled. "Your face didn't light up or anything, but I noticed your reaction when he would give you a compliment." When I didn't say anything, he added, "The black bikini? Jake would have to be dead to not notice you in that."

I blushed and he smiled playfully.

I wasn't embarrassed, as I imagine he assumed, rather it was a reaction to the brief twinge of shame I felt. From that moment, that very first time Jake complimented me on the bikini, I craved the attention, sought it out, worked harder for more. At the time, I justified it by telling myself I was really trying to get Ryan's attention, and while that was partly true, I knew better. I had wanted Jake's attention. I couldn't tell Ryan any of this though. I wasn't sure it was safe to do so, wasn't sure how he would react.

"I did notice, by the way," he said quietly. I looked up at him and he gave me an apologetic smile. "How beautiful you were. I should have let you know, but I didn't, and I'm sorry about that."

If he had noticed, why hadn't he done anything about it? Why hadn't he least said something? I mean, it doesn't take much to say something like 'you look great, honey'. At least, I didn't think so.

"Why didn't you?" I asked.

He dropped his gaze to the floor and shuffled his feet.

"You don't know or you're not ready to tell me?"

He glanced at me. "I'm not sure."

He was closing down on me, a response I was very familiar with. Whenever Ryan got uncomfortable with a conversation, he would shut down, emotionally. Unfortunately, I needed him to be very emotionally accessible for this to work, so I changed topics.

I checked the biscuits and put the lid on the pan of scrambled eggs, turning off the burner -- a secret to fluffing them up, by the way, letting them steam like that. "Jake told me some very interesting things about you."

I could feel his gaze on the back of my head. "Haven't we had this conversation?"

Nodding, I put a paper towel on a plate and moved the bacon onto it. "He said you never had a problem getting a girl to take her panties off." I moved back to my spot, leaning back against the counter across from him with my hands behind my back. I felt my robe open again, and to my delight, Ryan's gaze dropped to my cleavage, though only briefly. "He said they would talk about you for days after, the girls."

Ryan blushed.

I pushed on. "Do you know what I told him?"

He swallowed and shook his head. We had sort of broached this topic before, months ago. Why was he nervous? Don't guys normally brag about this kind of thing?

"I told him that didn't sound like my husband at all."

Ryan nodded. Not in agreement, just acknowledging what I'd said.

"Why is that, Ryan?" I cocked my head, trying to keep the anger out of my voice. "Why don't I know my husband at least as well as his best friend?"

He frowned, confused. "Why don't you know me as well as you know Jake?"

"What? No," I shook my head. "No, why don't I know you like Jake knows you?"

Ryan made a face and shrugged. "Because you're not a guy. Jake's a guy."

I sighed and crossed my arms under my breasts. The robe opened further, showing a whole lot of cleavage, and Ryan noticed. I was a little frustrated though, so I wasn't able to appreciate his attention. "I don't mean your escapades. Why aren't you like that with me?"

"Like what?"

"My panties, Ryan. Why don't you try to get into my panties?"

He frowned and crossed his arms, defensive. "I've gotten into your panties."

It was almost silly, the way the conversation was going. But again, I was frustrated. I wasn't sure if he was obfuscating or just not following me on this.

"Okay, I'll put this bluntly," I told him, looking him right in the eye. "Women don't talk for days about missionary sex."

The defensive posture, the frown, just gone. He looked away. I was close to getting somewhere with him. I could feel it, almost taste it. I had to be careful how I approached this. I wasn't supposed to know the difference between vanilla sex and mind-blowing, devastatingly amazing sex. I could have read about it, or seen it, but not experienced it, at least not as far as he knew. I couldn't tell him that I knew what good sex was now because of Jake. I still wasn't ashamed about having had sex with Jake – fantastically good sex -- but it would hurt him if he found out, and I still loved him.

So, like I said, I had to be careful.

"You gave Jake a running when it came to girls and the rumor-mill in high school. You don't do that by just putting a girl on her back and thrusting between her legs. You do that by blowing their minds, shattering any preconceptions they have about what really good sex is. Missionary doesn't cut it."

"What do you want me to say, Becca?" He was frowning again, not quite angry. More like irritated. "You're just...shit, don't take this the wrong way...I'm not saying it's your fault, but..." he groaned and shoved his hands through his hair, then dropped them to his sides. "Do you remember our fifth date?"

The fifth? Not the first, but the fifth? "Uhm, not really."

"I do," he told me, lips pressed into a thin line. "We had dinner at Olive Garden. We saw that romantic comedy with Meg Ryan and...and..."

Now I remembered, at least part of it. "Tom Hanks."

"Right," he snapped his fingers, nodding. "The e-mail movie." I snorted and bit my lower lip to keep from smiling. He was just being so very male right then, and it was amusing, charming, and awfully damn cute. A little sexy too. "Anyway, when I took you home, you grabbed my hand before I could get out of the car to open your door. You looked me in the eye and said 'I'm only doing this because you're special, because I think we are special'."

I remembered that too now. But God, hearing him say it, wow, it sounded cheesy.

He snorted. "I thought, holy shit, we're going to make out. Maybe I'll get a handjob or something. You know what you did?"

I nodded, and I blushed fiercely.

"You kissed me," he said quietly, touching his fingertip to his lips. "Just a peck, right here." I looked away, but what he said next made me regard him in a new light. "But you know what? I loved it. I appreciated it. It was a precious gift that only you could give me, a gift I could have waited for forever." He leaned towards me. "Part of me, the part that could fuck any girl he wanted, that could make them scream and rave about me 'for days after'," he said, using finger quotes. "That part wanted the handjob, and was pissed when I didn't get it. But the rest of me?" He shook his head. "The rest of me didn't care. The rest of me thought it was enough. More than enough."

I was kind of stunned. I didn't get the chance for that to sink in when he continued.

"You were just so goddamn pure, Rebecca. So innocent. Untouched. I didn't..." he trailed off and looked away, jaw clenched and arms tightly crossed, making the muscles of his upper body cord quite nicely, even his neck.

God, he looked so different, amazing really. How different would he feel? I mean, I'd slept with him the night before, just slept, but if we were...I mean, if we did it, would he feel different? I'd kissed his chest, even the shaft of his penis, last night, before putting him in the shower. I tried to remember if he tasted different, or even smelled different.

My nipples tightened under my robe and wet heat gathered low inside me. I shook my head clear. "'You didn't' what, Ryan?" He didn't answer, but then it clicked, what he'd said. My eyebrows went up. "You thought you'd scare me, didn't you?"

He looked at me, eyes sharp and angry, but he calmed quickly, sighed and nodded, glancing away. "Or offend you."

"Oh, Ryan," I said quietly. I closed the distance between us and put my hands on his hips. When he flicked his gaze to me, I looked up at him. "I like being made love to just as much as anyone. But don't you realize? Sometimes a girl just wants to be fucked, even me."

He balked at that, blinking rapidly, mouth falling open.

I shrugged and curled my fingers into the skin of his hips just a little, to let him know I was serious. "Sometimes I just want a hard, deep dicking, you know?"

He huffed a little laugh and grinned, but then frowned. "Is this one of the things you discovered recently?"

I nodded, and it wasn't entirely a lie by not mentioning that Jake had lent a helping hand in my self-discovery. One of my new toys was a flesh-colored dildo with a suction cup on the base. I loved sticking that thing to the shower door and just fucking myself back onto it. It was a radical change from the prim and proper lady that would lie on her back and daintily tease her vagina with a pink jelly dong.

I pulled plates and silverware out, handing them to him. We set the table and sat down to eat and finish our conversation.

"What I don't get," I said, swallowing a mouthful of eggs before continuing. "Is why you would assume I was any different from any other woman."

He stopped chewing. Though he didn't say anything, I could tell that he was thinking it over, and that he didn't know either. I stood up to go refill my coffee cup and he looked over at me.

"So, what else have you discovered?"

Oh, where to start? "I like to be kissed."

He rolled his eyes and grinned. "Everybody likes that, Becca."

"And nibbled."

He looked up at me with wide eyes and mumbled around a mouthful of bacon. "Mibbled?"

I nodded. He stopped chewing again. After a moment, he swallowed and said, "We're not talking about your mouth, are we?"

I smiled and shook my head. His gaze slid down my body. A tingle shot through me, a jolt of courage, pride, and arousal. I reached down, parted my robe, and laid a single finger over my smoothly waxed mound, the tip of my finger just barely pressing into the very top of my damp cleft. "Right here."

Ryan openly stared between my legs. He swallowed hard, licked his lips, and swallowed again before looking up at me. I let the robe fall closed and sucked on the tip of my glistening finger, bouncing my eyebrows as though to say 'not bad at all' and sauntered into the kitchen. Oh, that got him. The chair scraped loudly across the floor as Ryan shot up and followed me, and it was a fight not to giggle.

"What else?" he asked, leaning around the pillar between the kitchen and small living room, a youthful, eager glimmer in his eyes.

My back was to him as I poured the coffee. "I like my anus stimulated."

I heard him take a sharp breath, though he tried to hide it with a cough, which only made his stunned reaction that much more obvious. My lips curled in an involuntary grin. "You do?" he said quietly, almost a whisper.

I nodded and turned to face him. "I'll show you my new toy later, if you like."

"Maybe a demonstration?" he said, grinning like a little boy and bouncing his eyebrows.

It caught me completely off guard. For an instant, just one instant, I thought I was seeing the young Ryan, the one that existed before he met me, the one that could charm the panties off of any girl he wanted. But the moment passed and he shifted uncomfortably, blushing and averting his gaze.

"Sure," I said, like it was no big deal. Well, it was and it wasn't.

Ryan flicked his gaze at me, eyes wide again. He nodded quickly, like he was accepting as fast as he could, before I changed my mind.

"Anything else?" he said, voice tight.

"There was something, yes," I said, cocking my head and looking away, as though deep in thought, scouring my memory. Opening my eyes wide, eagerly, I nodded. "I remember now."

"What?" He pushed away from the pillar and took a step closer, hands fidgeting at his sides. "What is it?"

I couldn't help but notice that he was getting erect, his pants tenting from underneath. I fought not to laugh. He was just so eager to know what it was, like it was this big secret. I guess it was, for him.

I lifted my hand and curled my finger back. He came closer. I hooked my finger under the elastic band of his flannel pants and pulled until his feet were outside of mine, and mine were between his legs, a little behind him. He was close, close enough that I could feel the warmth of his body, could almost feel his pelvis touching my stomach. I pulled my finger out of his pants and touched it to my lips.

"This."

He looked at my lips and frowned, then glanced back up to my eyes. "Your mouth?"

I nodded and put my hands on his hips. Quite innocently, with a kind of childlike wonderment, I said, "Did you know that your penis can go in there?"

He barked with laughter and I smiled.

"Yeah," he murmured, forehead creased with thought. " You know, I think I read that in Skymall on the plane."

I laughed then. He gave me a strange look.

"You've done that before though," he said quietly, nervously.

"I know."

He shook his head. "Then what's different?"

I shrugged. "Well, there were a few things I didn't realize before."

"Like what?"

I looked down and pulled on his hips until our lower bodies were touching and his half-hard shaft was resting against my mound. Then I looked up at him through my lashes. "I didn't know that you belonged there." His lips parted and he inhaled. "I didn't know that my mouth belonged to you, Ryan, that you could put your cock in it whenever you wanted, any time, any place."

I let my hands slide down his hips, fingertips pushing under the band of his pants. He exhaled, long and slow.

"I didn't know that it was yours to use as you please."

His erection throbbed against me. I scratched the top of his ass with my nails and his cock jerked.

"I just didn't realize that you could fuck my face whenever it pleased you."

He gasped, loudly. I pulled my hands out of his pants and patted his hips, then squirmed by him and left the kitchen, telling him over my shoulder, "You know, things like that." I stopped at the bedroom doorway and turned to bat my eyelashes at him. "Would you like to fuck my face, Ryan?"

He came out of the kitchen, blinking rapidly, then he frowned.

I laughed. "I don't mean right this second."

"I don't...uhm, I..." he stammered, swallowed, and tried again. "I...uh..."

I smiled. "Maybe you should think about it."

I turned and went into the bedroom.

"Where are you going?" he said, following me, stopping near the foot of the bed when I sat down on my side. "Are we done talking?"

"Come here," I told him.

He came over and I got onto my knees on the bed. When he was standing in front of me, I put my hands on his hips and pulled him closer, then I kissed his chest and pushed my hands down the back of his flannel pants. God, his ass was tight, and hard, and oh my, he smelled and tasted so good. I kissed his chest again, a little lower, and scratched my nails up his ass, from the bottom to the very top. He shuddered and his partial erection jerked beneath his pants.

Pulling my hands up, I hooked my thumbs under the band of his pants and pushed them down. I kissed a trail down his stomach and his pants fell to the floor. His semi-hard length bounced up and nudged the bottom of my chin.

"Becca," he said softly, putting his hands on my shoulders.

I ignored him, kissing his groin, his pubic hair shaved very short, just the way I liked, the way I loved, because it was him.

"Becca, wait," he said, and his hands began to push at my shoulders.

I dug my fingernails into his hips, hard. "Don't move, Ryan." I let him hear the anger in my voice, because I swear to God, if he fucked this up, I was going to kill him. Okay, just hit him. Maybe slap him. Whatever. It worked.

He froze, hands relaxing. I let the moment drag on, immeasurably so, letting him feel my warm breath on his groin, then I picked up where I left off. His shaft was hot against my chin, hotter against my lips, soft and smooth under my tongue as I covered his cock with wet kisses and eager licks and then turned my head and took him into my mouth. He groaned and his body shivered and I pushed my lips up the length of his cock, which seemed longer than I remembered.

Then again, I'd never tried this with him before, never clawed at his hips and pulled his cock to the back of my mouth and further until he hissed. It wasn't a fight like it was with Jake, the sensation of being choked to death. It was far from that, something else entirely, something so erotic and intimate and just incredibly arousing as my husband's long cock with its broad tip slid down my throat, farther and farther, deeper and deeper, and I swear to God trying to reach my stomach.

Ryan gasped my name. I planted my lips firmly against the soft skin of his groin and swallowed around his shaft and tip, again and again, then I moaned around his cock. It flexed in my throat, strained within me, and he groaned out loud. Slowly, so very slowly, I lifted my head, changing the angle, pulling my throat off his long member so that I could suckle on his salty-sweet crown which was leaking precum onto my tongue, kissing and licking and slurping before pushing my mouth back down and letting his dick glide down my throat once more.




Taking Charge Pt. 07



"Oh my God," he groaned.

I repeated this four more times in quick succession, finally letting him fall out of my mouth, leaning back a little and looking up so that he could see how aroused I was, my mouth open and wanton, a thick strand of saliva forming a ropey bridge between my lower lip and the tip of his cock. I plucked up the strand with my fingers and stroked my fist down his slimy dick, then cupped his balls in my spit-coated palm and fondled them gently, lovingly.

"Like that, Ryan," I whispered, then I released his balls and took his hands off my shoulders, putting them on the sides of my head, pushing his fingers into my hair and making him ball his fists, tight, tighter, so much tighter. "Like this."

His eyes burned with hot lust, and his cock jerked so hard that it bounced up and his wet shaft nudged my chin. Taking his hands out of my hair, I sat up straight and kissed his chest, then got off the bed, sliding past him for the bathroom.

Bubbly and cheerful, as though I hadn't done anything as salacious as fuck his cock with my throat, I said, "I'm going to take a quick shower, okay?"

I didn't wait for answer. I shut the door behind me. But I heard him through the door, heard him mutter, "Holy shit."

And I smiled. Well, that was a good sign.

Chapter 22

I was wearing a robe -- and something else beneath it that I hoped Ryan was ready for -- when I walked out of the bathroom. He was sitting up in bed, his back against the headboard. He was just staring straight ahead, at nothing, looking fairly stunned. I'd taken my time in the shower, about twenty minutes, I was guessing. Enough time to masturbate to three climaxes in rapid succession and quickly clean up, for the record, so I was surprised he hadn't recovered.

"Would you like to take a shower before we resume our conversation?" I asked.

He blinked at me, blinked again, then his eyes focused and he nodded quickly. "Oh. Sure, sure."

He got up fairly quickly and grabbed his grooming kit from his suitcase -- men don't call them toiletry bags or whatnot, curiously enough -- and practically dashed into the bathroom. I chuckled and cleaned up the kitchen and table while he showered. I was sitting on the fur rug in front of the fireplace when he came out, hair still damp. The cabin was much warmer by then, so he was wearing boxer briefs and a light tee shirt. He sat down across from me, leaning back against the loveseat a little stiffly.

"So, uhm," he began.

When it was obvious there wasn't more forthcoming, I quirked an eyebrow. "So?"

He nodded. "So, yeah. That was really..."

"Terrible?" I finished for him, then shrugged. "Yeah, we probably shouldn't do that ever again, right?"

He blinked and started to shake his head. "No. No! I didn't mean..."

I talked over him. "That's so unwholesome, isn't it? I mean, what proper wife would do something like that? God, what the neighbors would say if they knew. The rumors! They'd run us right out of town like the sick misfits we are!"

By that point, he realized I was being facetious. He made a face and rolled his eyes and I giggled. He looked over at me and asked, "Okay, I have to ask. How did you learn how to do that?"

I gasped and put a hand on my chest. "Ryan! What exactly are you implying?"

He laughed and gently swatted my knee. "You know what I mean."

I lied, and I grinned while doing it, rather convincingly, I should add. "Dildo," I shrugged.

He narrowed one eye. "I've seen your dildo. It's not as long as I am."

"You haven't seen my new one," I replied, bouncing my eyebrows.

He frowned. "Is it...bigger than me?"

"Are you threatened?"

"Maybe."

"Feel inadequate?"

"Possibly," he grinned, making me giggle.

"It's about the same size, but nowhere near as fun as the real thing."

He smiled.

I looked at him through my lashes. "Besides, you taste much better."

He blushed and swallowed, and for a moment, his gaze burned into me, but it was gone almost as quickly as it arrived. He cleared his throat, I think a signal to both of us that we were getting off track. Maybe he thought we were unintentionally avoiding the conversation that we needed to have, but that definitely was not the case with me. He might have been, but me, I was just enjoying the levity between us, the playful atmosphere, something we hadn't had together in a very long time.

"Do you still want me?" I asked.

His gaze shot up to meet mine. "God, yes, Rebecca. I love you."

"Is it that you're just not attracted to me anymore?"

"No, no, I..."

"Because I'm not inaccessible to you, I promise."

He was talking quickly, more stammering, really. "No, I don't...that's not...look, I just," he sighed and blew his breath out. "Fuck, this is frustrating."

I blinked at that. Ryan didn't curse very often. In particular, dropping an F-bomb was very rare for him. I gave him time to gather his thoughts and continue. A lot of time. After several minutes, he was still silent. Either he really didn't know what was going on with himself, or he couldn't muster up the nerve to tell me. The former I understood and was willing to help him with. The latter possibility pissed me off. So I was both angry and sympathetic when I crawled over to him and onto his lap, clearly surprising him, even more so when I untied my robe and pulled it off my shoulders and dropped it beside us.

My sudden nakedness was like a hammer blow right between his eyes, his head reeling back like he'd been hit in the face, his eyes wide, trying to stay focused on mine. His jaw was tight and he swallowed. I put my feet on the floor and let my naked mound press against him, and he was already swelling. It was a huge relief, the confirmation that he could still respond to my body, but the real question was; would he do anything about it?

I loosely draped my arms over his shoulders and gazed deep into his eyes, speaking softly. "I'm right here, Ryan."

After a moment, a very long moment, he nodded.

I lifted his hand and tapped our wedding bands together. "Do you know what these mean?" It wasn't really a question, and he knew it, letting me finish. "It means we belong to each other. You're mine and I'm yours."

He nodded again, his erection throbbing against me through his boxer briefs. God, I wanted him inside me, so bad that I could feel the need pooling between my legs. I could smell it too. Not long ago, I would have been embarrassed by that, mortified. But not anymore. Ryan's nostrils flared and his pupils got huge, and I knew he could smell it too, my desire. I flexed my hips and rubbed myself against his swollen shaft, delighting in the friction of his cotton briefs on my sensitive folds. His eyes closed and he groaned quietly.

I studied his face for a while, the way his eyebrows were pinched together, how tight his jaw was, a vein throbbing on his forehead and the feel of him between my legs, as hard as he'd ever been. When he opened his eyes, I reached into the pocket of the robe on the floor and took out the one thing I would wear for the rest of my stay at the cabin. Ryan watched me put it on, and when I lowered my arms to my sides and leaned back a little so that he could see, he focused on the hollow of my throat and frowned, unsure of what he was looking at.

It was my new collar, soft black leather with a gold medallion about the size of a quarter. His last initial was engraved in the center in Old English style, and it was flanked by the smaller initials of his first and middle name. He lifted his hand and lightly touched the medallion with two fingers.

"Do you know what it means?" I asked.

He shook his head, still staring at it, but I felt his other hand settle on my naked hip.

"It means you own me."

He gaze flicked up to mine and his lips parted.

"Just as my heart belongs to you, so does my body."

His fingers curled against my hip, gently but possessively. Good, I thought. That's what I was going for. Ownership. I pushed up so that my breasts were level with his face. His hands slid under me to cup my bare ass and he squeezed.

"It's yours to do with as you wish, Ryan," I said softly, slowly turning my upper body left, then right, swaying my breasts in front of his face and mesmerizing him as though he was the snake, and me the charmer. "Anything you want."

I brushed a nipple along the tip of his nose, and he took a deep breath. His head turned too, following my breast, mouth opening and closing. Oh yes, he wanted it. I bent my back so that I could slant my mouth over his, not quite touching.

"You can have my mouth, if you want it." I brushed my lips across his and he tried to kiss me, but I pulled back, pulling a soft moan out of him too. "Or you could have my breasts," I said, straightening my back and brushing a nipple across his mouth. He was faster that time, capturing the tight peak and suckling briefly, but hard, his mouth hot and wet and making me gasp and hate having to pull it away. "Or, if you like," I added, leaning back and holding onto his shoulders, back, back, way back, looking down my body and up into his eyes through my lashes. "You can have my pussy."

He was staring at me, down there, where I was so wet and open and swollen inside for him. He licked his lips and muttered something, a curse. I pulled myself back up and pressed his face between my breasts.

"God, do you have any idea how tight I am right now, baby?" I cooed into his ear, dug my fingers into his short hair and scratched his scalp with my nails. "How hot and wet I am?"

He was kissing my breasts, between and the sides, big, wet, sloppy kisses that felt so very good. He was squeezing my ass too, pushing and pulling and rubbing his cock against my sopping wet center, soaking his briefs.

"Jesus, Becca."

He groaned, pressing his quasi-erection harder and harder against me, humping against me fast and faster. I pulled his hair and fed him the swollen peak of my breast, and he suckled it ravenously, moaning and grunting, sucking hard, then soft, flicking it with his hot tongue, biting down on it and then kissing away the sting.

God, I was just so very wet, so very ready. Breathlessly, I asked, "Do you want me, Ryan?"

"Yes."

I yanked on his hair and jerked his face up so that I could look into his eyes. "Then you better take me."

He kissed me, so hard and so deep, tongue darting into my mouth and chasing mine, licking it, twisting around it. He licked my tongue, teeth, gums. He humped against me faster, lifting me higher. He practically ate at my mouth, all tongue and teeth and I just couldn't get enough of him and his hands were moving and then without warning his cock was pushing into me.

I threw my head back and screamed. "Oh God!"

"Fuck!"

Pushing and pushing, deep and deeper, his not quite hard but more than hard enough cock spreading me open. It had been so long since I'd had anything close to his size inside me. My favorite dildo was close, but not quite as wide as him, not quite as long. It was so intense, his dick just stretching me and filling me up, far, far more intense than even my first time with Jake, because of the passage of time, and because it was him, the love of my life, my husband, my Ryan.

The crown of his cock found a home deep inside me and then he lifted me and lowered me back down, his broad tip pushing up into my body inch by long, long inch.

"Oh God, baby," I whimpered, hugging his head to my chest again. "Oh, Ryan, yes."

He groaned and bit my breast and lifted me up and dropped me back down again and again, holding my ass tight in his hands as he impaled me onto his fleshy member over and over, just owning my body, owning my ass, owning my cunt and fucking me like a man should until I was coming on his cock and just drenching him in my nectar. He dropped me onto his lap, fully embedding his hot length inside me and letting me just come and come so fucking gloriously.

When I came to, I'd leaned back at some point. Ryan's hands were on my upper back, supporting me, and he was leaning over me and licking and kissing my breasts with his cock still lodged inside me as hard as he could be.

"Ryan," I moaned, feeling so utterly sated, so feminine and wanted and needed and desired. But I craved more. I had to have more of him, to feel more of him. "Ryan, please."

He looked up at me and pulled me tight against him, staring deep into my eyes. "What is it, baby?"

I lost myself in his dark brown eyes with their long lashes and clutched the bottom of his shirt in my hands, pulling it up his body and tossing it aside. I pressed my body against him and kissed his hair, ear, neck, clawing at his shoulders as he began to lift and lower me once more, fucking me slowly, so very slowly, with just unbelievable patience. God, I was wet, just so very wet, so much so that there wasn't as much friction anymore.

But he kept fucking me, my husband, on our cabin floor with me on his lap and our arms around each other and I realized that we were doing it, the Jellyfish, such an intimate position, up close and personal, and I loved it. Then there was friction, a lot of friction, taking my breath away and I was almost coming again as his cock pushed deeper inside me, stretched me wider, filling me more with each thrust, and more, and even more.

"Ryan," I gasped, grunted, and my body shook, a climax building again.

He was harder, longer, thicker and it was just so fucking amazing.

"Oh my...Ryan, baby...you're so...oh Jesus!"

God, he was harder than he'd ever been, still not iron hard, but getting there, because he was still getting hard, still getting bigger. And then he was gone, pulled out of me, but before I could protest he was laying me on my back on the fur rug and spreading my legs and kissing my breasts and pushing back inside me. So fucking hard!

I threw my head back and screamed and clawed my nails down his back to grab his ass and pull him deeper and fuck me harder. Ryan held himself up on his arms over me and pistoned his cock in and out of me, long, deep thrusts that just plunged his length inside me until he was balls deep. I had to see, had to see to believe. I grabbed the back of his neck and pulled myself up, looking down over my breasts, shining with saliva and sweat and past his so tightly muscled body to see where he was plunging in and out of me. And for the first time, I realized that there was a purpose to the extra foreskin my husband had.

Oh my God, he was so hard and wide and just fucking enormous! His shaft was thoroughly coated with my arousal, shining in the firelight, long and wide and veins bulging to keep him so goddamn hard. He was tearing in and out of me, lowering himself so that he could lick and bite my neck and just fuck me into submission, fuck me until I was panting and moaning and grunting and groaning like a beast. He was growling and pushing into the deepest part of me and filling me with liquid heat in a huge rush of release and I was coming on his cock and screaming his name. His unyielding length jerked inside me again and again, belching hot huge ropes of semen so deep in my body, and it felt wonderful, it felt right, it felt perfect, so much better than before, so much better than I could have known, and yes, so much more mind-blowingly amazing than Jake. He was where he belonged, his seed was where it belonged, and we were where we belonged.

He lowered his weight onto me and I held him tight, hooking my ankles together above his ass, letting the last waves of my orgasm milk his cock with the drenched walls of my vagina, basking in the afterglow and just beside myself with amazement that this reparation of our marriage had gone as smoothly as it had.

"God, I love you," I told him breathlessly, kissing the side of his head.

He shivered. "I love you too."

"Do you?" I asked, feeling my chest tighten at his words, the feeling behind them, but needing to be sure because I had been so unsure for so very long. "Do you really?"

He pushed up onto his arms to look at me. "So very much, Rebecca."

I cupped his cheek in my hand and gazed into his brown eyes, feeling my own tearing up. "We have a lot of work to do." He grinned happily and I laughed. "Not sex, doofus. Well, okay, definitely sex." We shared a chuckle at that. More seriously, I added, "But I mean it. We're married, but we don't really know each other like we should. We have to figure each other out, Ryan."

He nodded. "I know."

"We have to learn from each other."

"I know," he nodded again, then smiled crookedly. "I think I'm going to really enjoy learning what you like."

Oh, that sounded wonderful. "I need you to teach me what you like too."

"Sure, sure," he nodded quickly, eagerly, just too damn cute, making me giggle.

"When you want to show me, you don't have to ask," I told him.

His smile faded and he just looked at me for a moment. "Really?"

I nodded. "Really. Any time, just take me, okay?"

He blinked, then he twitched inside me, and it was only then that I realized that he was still long and still hard, so very hard. My eyes fluttered shut when he twitched again, but I'd seen his abdomen flex, knew he had done it on purpose, and he was doing it again and again, over and over, moving his hips in little circles.

"Well, in that case," he said, and I managed to open my eyes to look at him, to see him grinning down at me. Ryan sat up and back on his heels, pulling his long cock almost completely out of me, then he lifted my left leg and pushed it up and back, my knee almost touching my left breast. He leaned over me again and his shockingly hard length just carved right up into me, just a little bit deeper than before, but deep enough that his broadly swollen tip nudged against the door to my womb.

I cried out at the feel of it, his hard, hard, Jesus fucking Christ so goddamn hard length throbbing and pulsing and twitching and then he was fucking me so deep and so firm and just taking me on the fur rug in front of the fireplace until I was clawing his skin and climaxing endlessly.

But the most amazing part? My husband fucked me unconscious.

Chapter 23

The curtains were drawn shut but the late morning sun was bouncing off the snow outside and casting diffused white light into the room. Ryan had taken me to bed. He was sprawled on his back with one arm above his head and the other around my shoulders, and I was lying on one side of him, an arm and leg draped over him. The sheets were pulled up to our waists, and both of us were naked -- well, except for my collar -- and my God, his body felt so good against me, particularly his hard chest under my breasts. I just soaked up the warmth and feel of his body for a while. I vaguely remembered Ryan coming a second time, inside me. From the feel of things down there, my husband had pumped a whole lot of semen into me.

With that thought, I carefully pushed up onto my arm and looked down his body. He wasn't hard, but he wasn't soft either. Still, he was a little harder than usual, and he was definitely bigger. I glanced at his peacefully slumbering and quite handsome face and then returned my attention to his penis, wondering if I could get him hard enough to see what I'd felt, to get a really good look at him.

Slowly, so as not to wake him too soon, I crawled down the bed and straddled his leg. I leaned down and exhaled over his cock. It twitched under my warm breath. The scent of our combined and dried fluids was heady, pungent, but it was us, so I didn't mind. I breathed onto his cock again, and a few more times after that, moving my mouth up and down from base to tip and back again. When I didn't make much more progress, I brushed my cheek along his shaft, then lightly pressed my lips against him and pulled them down to the very root and over his balls. His penis jerked hard, encouraging me to continue, in its own way. I wet my lips and brushed them up his dick, right up to his pink crown and kissed him there. He was getting harder, longer, and straighter. I softly kissed his prick until it was an iron-hard bar wrapped in silk, then I pushed up onto my arms to get a really good look.




Taking Charge Pt. 07



Holy fuck. He was huge! I wasn't imagining things either. His cock head hovered over his stomach -- beyond his navel! -- and when I wrapped my hand around his shaft, I could barely touch finger to thumb. Jesus fucking Christ, when did he get so big? How had I never known this about him?

His sleepy, gravelly voice startled me. "I'm a grower, not a shower."

He chuckled when I jumped. I looked at him. "What?"

He grinned at me. "You seem surprised."

I raised my eyebrows, looked at his bigger than big cock, and then back to his eyes. "Uhm, yeah. Definitely surprised."

His grin widened.

I shook my head. "Ryan, I really don't understand this."

He shrugged a shoulder. "It's pretty much the only major thing Jake and I have in common."

"Apparently," I snorted. God, he was right. When he was fully erect, he was enormous! Not quite as wide as Jake, but Jesus, so long! I really do think he was as long as Jake. Ryan's cock reached past his navel, and while Jake's didn't, Jake was taller than Ryan.

Ryan said something, but I was too enamored by his newfound size to catch it. "I'm sorry. What?"

He smiled. "I said, our taste in women too."

I blushed at that, because he had no idea how right he was. Unable to meet his gaze without blushing an even darker shade of pink, I dropped my gaze to his erection, which was beginning to wane somewhat due to lack of attention, so I softly stroked my hand up and down his shaft. I sat back on my heels and lifted his cock so that it was pointing straight up from his body. Holy shit, that was one long dick. Seriously, it looked way out of place on my husband's body, a body that I was rather familiar with.

"Okay, I have to ask," I said, not wanting to break the mood but needing to know. "How come you never got this hard before?"

He frowned, thinking it over, then kind of shook his head. "I'm not really sure. Maybe because of the whole innocence thing," he said, gesturing at me. "I mean, I kind of questioned my manhood, I guess, wondered if I could measure up, please you like I should be able to."

I raised an eyebrow and shook his fully erect cock back and forth. "How could you possibly question your manhood while carrying this monster around in your pants all the time?"

He laughed at that, but he also had the humility to blush. "It's not that big, honey."

I nodded and replied emphatically, "Yes, it is, Ryan. It really is."

He narrowed his gaze, but only for a moment.

"I really don't get it," I told him.

He pushed up onto his elbows. "Manhood isn't just about the size of your dick, Becca. It's about a lot of things."

I lay down on my side next to him, propping my head up in my hand, and he rolled onto his side to face me. "Like what?"

He shrugged, gently tracing his fingertips up and down the side of my body, from breast to knee and back again, over and over. "Like being a good provider, listening, paying attention, and..."

He trailed off, swallowing hard. He wouldn't look at me, was intentionally avoiding my gaze. No, no, I thought. Don't shut down. Not now. I cupped his cheek and made him look at me, and I was shocked to see tears in his eyes.

Without even thinking about it, I pushed him onto his back and straddled him, petting his face and chest. "Ryan, what is it?"

He swallowed again and a tear fell from the corner of his eye, down his temple. "Being a good father."

My own tears came, because suddenly, it all clicked.

I can help you with that, Jake had said. I'd do that for you. I'd do that for him too.

If it happens, it happens, I had told him, and he had told me too, later on, right before he tried to spill his seed into my body and get me pregnant.

I looked down at my husband and cried. They weren't just my tears that I cried though. They were his too, because I understood. It was clear to me now, why Ryan had pulled away from me, pushed me away from him, why how Jake knew him didn't line up at all with what I knew. Early on, my innocence had frightened him, made him nervous, messed up his confidence, and later, our apparent inability to get pregnant destroyed what confidence he'd had left. Ryan hadn't felt like a man anymore, because he couldn't get me pregnant.

"Oh, honey, no," I told him, and I kissed him, soft and sweet but at length. "No, baby, no."

"It's okay," he murmured.

"No," I kissed him again. "No, it's not." I pushed up to look down at him. "Ryan, I need you. That's all." He blinked at me, confused, and maybe a little hopeful to. "I'd love to be a mom, but I don't have to be. I didn't marry you for kids. I married you for you. You're what I want, what I need, and you always have been."

His lower lip quivered and voice was strained. "Becca," he said, shaking his head.

I held his face in my hands and told him firmly. "No, you need to listen to me. You need to trust me. You have to believe me on this. I want you." I kissed him softly. "I need you." I kissed him again, brushing my tongue across the seam of his lips. "Just you, Ryan." I kissed him deeply, pushing my tongue into his mouth and tasting him. "Anything else, anything at all, is just a bonus."

He cocked his head and just looked at me with a kind of wonder, for a very long time, then he grabbed my hair and crushed my mouth down to his. He kissed me hungrily, desperately, out of pure animalistic need and to just reassure himself that I was still there, that I wasn't leaving, that we weren't over.

He rolled us over and kept kissing me, spreading my legs with his and moving his hips between my raised knees until he found my opening and pushed inside. I was wet with need and his cock carved inside me, even harder than before, so very hard that my insides had no choice but adjust to his shape and size and length. He pushed into me so deep, so very fucking deep, until his balls rested against my perineum and the entirety of his shockingly hard dick was buried within my body.

He never stopped kissing me, not when he started pumping his hips and fucking me with his beautiful cock, slow and deep and insistent, pushing in and out of me like I belonged to him, which I did. I was his, and God willing, I always would be. Somewhere during the middle of it, in the midst of a soul-shattering climax while I clung to his body and dug my nails into his skin, he was no longer just fucking me. He was making love to me, but in a way he never had before. He was gentle, but he was forceful. He was considerate, but he was greedy. He took what he wanted and gave me what I needed, his cock, my pleasure, and just him in every way.

We spent the rest of the day talking, laughing, eating, and screwing each other silly. For the most part, I let him have his fun, have his way with me. He only took me on my back, but he varied things up. My favorite was when he pushed my knees down to my shoulders and had me wrap my arms around my legs to hold them down, then he hovered over me in a kind of push-up and plunged his cock straight down into my body. The position lifted my pelvis way up, and curved my passage, I think -- how the hell would I know? -- and it felt like his hard length was forced to bend with it. It was just more intense, and when I came, it was so powerful that I felt my release trickling over the bud of my ass.

That's all I can really say about that position. All that needs to be said.

Except that it needed a name. I'm sure it had one, but in the absence of knowing what it was, later on, we laughed while trying to come up with something fitting. Pile Driver was a good one, The Digger even better. The Excavator made me make a face, and the Rooter got a snort out of me.

We took a bath together before going to bed, and the next morning, I woke up in his arms, his warm nakedness surrounding me from behind. I rolled over to face him and he stirred, blinking his eyes open and smiling, kissing me. We lay there for a while, just petting and touching and stroking, and occasionally, teasing with mouths and hands. I admit to spending a good deal of time playing with his manhood.

I still couldn't get over it, how he could have been so big all this time and I'd not known. He explained it to me, the difference between a shower and a grower. Jake, he said, was a shower, meaning he was almost as big flaccid as when fully erect. I teased him, wondering why he would know how big Jake was when he was erect, but he took it in stride, laughing. Ryan, on the other hand, was a grower, much smaller flaccid than when he was hard. I found it all rather fascinating, really.

"Becca?" he said quietly, a little while later, still snuggling together in bed. I looked up at him and he fingered the medallion lying in the hollow of my throat. "Just so that I'm clear on this, is it an important distinction, whether you're wearing this or not?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, if you're not wearing it, does it mean that you don't, you know, want to be...uhm..."

"Used?" I finished for him, grinning.

Ryan blushed. "Yeah."

"Not at all," I assured him, sitting astride him and looking down at his handsome face. "I really like being used."

"Really?" he grinned.

I grinned back and nodded.

He raised an eyebrow and set his hands on the sides of my bare butt. "So, any time I want you, I can just...take you?"

I bit my lower lip and nodded again. The corners of his mouth lifted and I felt his penis twitch beneath me. Oh, apparently my husband really liked the sound of that. "I don't want you to hold back with me. Not ever. You won't frighten me away. I promise." I kissed him to seal the promise.

Ryan brushed my hair back with his hands and looked deep into my eyes for a long moment. He kissed me soft and sweet, and one kiss became two, then three. He rolled us over, putting me on my back and his hips pushed between my thighs. Lifting my legs, I pressed my heels into his hard butt. We kissed for a long time, to the point that my lips began to go numb, but that was perfectly fine with me. I just wanted to keep on kissing him. He had other plans though.

Lifting my chin with his thumb, Ryan kissed and licked my throat. I wanted his mouth though.

"Kiss me, Ryan."

He chuckled softly. "Oh, I plan to."

Sucking lightly on the side of my neck, he pulled his hand down the front of my body. His mouth followed it, trailing soft wet kisses over my breasts while his hand trailed over my mound and his warm cock dragged down my thigh.

"Do you still wax?" he asked, lovingly petting my pussy.

I nodded and dug my fingers into his hair. He was still kissing my breasts when I felt two his fingers spread me open down there, and the tip of a third delicately stroked up my wet folds.

"Ryan," I gasped, arching my back and thrusting my breasts into the air.

"There's so much I need to learn, Becca," he said, kind of sadly, nuzzling my breasts, finger idly playing with my wet center. Then he sighed. "Kind of pathetic, really."

I pulled a couple of pillows under my head so that I could see him. "What do you mean?"

He looked at up me. "I'm your husband. We've been married for years. But I know so little about what you like, what you want." He wasn't as hard as before, softening against my thigh. He frowned. "I should know these things, Becca. But I don't."

"There's a lot I don't know about you either," I told him, pushing my fingers into his hair, soothing him.

He snorted. "I'm a guy. We're not that complicated."

I grinned at him. "Just a wet hole and you're happy?"

"More or less," he chuckled and shrugged.

I shook my head. "No. You're not that simple. None of you guys are. You have preferences, just like we do."

"Do we now?"

"You have a favorite position, don't you?" I knew he did, of course. It was the Jellyfish. But I was hoping he would tell me.

He nodded. "Sure."

"Show me," I breathed.

"Now?"

He seemed hesitant. Nervous, maybe?

I smiled. "Just a demonstration. I don't need the full performance."

The corner of his mouth lifted and he rose up onto his knees between my legs. Taking my hands, he pulled me upright and onto his lap. "Put your legs around me."

I did as he told me, wrapping my legs around his waist while he cupped my butt in one hand and wrapped his other arm around my back and held me close. I snuggled against his body, delighting in the intimacy, so much skin on skin.

"Pretty much any variation of this," he said quietly into my hair.

I tickled the back of his neck with my fingers. "Like what?"

"I'll show you," he smiled and patted my back. I got up and on my knees, watching him as he maneuvered to sit on the edge of the mattress. He patted the bed outside his thighs. "Come stand here."

He held my hips to steady me as I stood over him, my feet outside his thighs. His cock wasn't fully erect, but it was long and rather thick. My vagina was right in front of his face, but it didn't bother me in the slightest, not even when he stared right at it with a kind of wonderment in his eyes, as though he'd never seen it before -- though I guess he never really had. I liked him looking at me like that, so much so that I just let him stare and study, his hand caressing my belly. When he licked his lips while gazing at my mound, I felt my insides tighten and knew we were about to get sidetracked.

"You were going to show me what you liked?"

He blinked and looked up at me over my breasts. "Oh, right." He cupped my ass in his hands. "Squat down." He held my butt as I bent my knees and settled onto his lap, then he slid one hand behind my knee and straightened my leg out behind him, then the other. His penis was between us, the warm shaft pressing into my wet cleft. He put my hands on his shoulders and held himself upright with his hands on the bed. We were very close to each other, close enough that he could kiss me effortlessly, which he did. The tips of my breasts brushed against his chest with every breath either of us took, and I sighed into his mouth.

He whispered against my mouth. "Good penetration like this," he said, kissing me again, brief but wet, tongue licking at my lips. "Nice and deep."

"Mm-hmm," I murmured, kissing him back, slanting my mouth over his for more.

"Not much freedom of movement though."

I smiled against his lips. "I like it."

His tongue darted into my mouth to lick my tongue and teeth. "Better in a chair, if you want more movement."

"Yeah?"

He nodded. I was rocking my hips now, rubbing my pussy against his shaft, which was rather wet with my arousal by that point, and he was moaning now and then.

"Maybe we can try it later."

"Later?"

I nodded and kissed him softly, sweetly. "Are you hungry?"

"Oh yes," he snorted, then he whipped us around so that I was on my back beneath him. "But I want to kiss you first."

I grinned. "You've been kissing me for twenty minutes."

Ryan brushed his thumb over my lips. "There's something else I want to kiss first."

I raised an eyebrow and he smiled wickedly. He nudged my chin up with his nose, kissing my throat and breasts, reaching between us to spread my legs wider as he shuffled down my body. His lips trailed a hot and wet path down my stomach. He ended up on the floor on his knees as he kissed the top of my mound. I felt his thumbs spread me open and he kissed my vagina, soft, sweet, again and again, loving and tender but I wanted so much more.

"You're teasing me," I moaned.

He chuckled. "No. Just enjoying this."

I felt his mouth close over me and his tongue trailed hot fire right up my center. The feel of it threw my head back and I groaned, then he sucked my clit into his mouth and flicked it with his tongue, and with a deep groan of pure male satisfaction, my husband fucked me with his mouth. I clawed my hands into his hair. My body twisted, hips left and shoulders right, like it was trying to wrench itself apart, the feel of his mouth down there just so unbearably good. Ryan placed his hands on my thighs and spread my legs that much wider. He licked my vagina from perineum to clit with broad swipes of his hot tongue, over and over again. It was incredible, mind-blowing, better than anything I'd ever experienced. God, he was just so fucking into it, going to town down there, licking and slurping and kissing and nibbling until I came in his mouth and soaked his chin, screaming his name.

Ryan pushed up and crawled over me, chin and neck glistening, and with a growl, I pulled his mouth down to mine in a crushing kiss. Reaching my hand between us, I found his hot cock, not fully erect, but long and thick. I stroked him with my hand and just kept kissing him, losing myself in the taste of his mouth and heat of his flesh. Eventually, he took hold of my wrist and pulled my hand away from him, lacing his fingers through mine.

"How was that?" he asked, lips fluttering against my mouth.

"Wonderful."

"Anything I can do better?"

I gave a short breathless laugh. "I don't know about better, but different, yes."

He pushed up onto his arms so that he could see me. "Such as?"

"You could put a finger or two in me next time."

He grinned and moved his arm. I grinned back and kept my eyes on his, dark with lust and need and wide with eagerness. I felt his fingers at my opening, teasingly stroking. Ryan shuffled down my body and kissed the top of my mound.

"You don't have to do it now," I told him.

He ignored me, kissing my clit and pushing two fingers inside me.

"Oh my God." My spine bowed and I threw my head back, shoulders lifting from the bed, hands clawing at the sheets. Ryan pumped his fingers in and out of me slowly while licking and kissing my clit.

"Like this?" he asked, breath so hot against my vagina.

"Curl your fingers," I gasped, shoulders twisting while I dug my hand into his short hair.

"What?"

"Gesture to come here."

He turned his wrist, palm up, and curled his fingers back inside me. The tips of his fingers brushed right over that spot and I squealed. "There!"

"There?" he asked, doing it again.

I cried out his name.

"What is that?"

He was still stroking me. "Do you feel it?"

"Yes."

"That's my G-spot."

He chuckled. "So it is real."

Realizing he was joking, I laughed, but it was cut short when he stroked that spot again and sealed his mouth over the top of my slit, licking and sucking until I was twisting my body and pumping my hips, fucking his face and grunting and groaning and coming. The next thing I knew, he was crawling back over me, kissing my breasts and neck.

"That was beautiful, Becca."

I whimpered and kissed his lips, then licked his mouth and chin clean and resumed kissing him slow but deep.

Chapter 24

It took us a while to separate, but eventually, we got up to take a shower. We took our time, washing each other, exploring each other. We were standing under the hot spray, holding, touching, petting and caressing. Ryan inadvertently discovered how very much I had come to enjoy a little butt play when his fingertips grazed over the bud of my ass and I moaned.

"You like that?" he asked.

I nodded into his neck and he did it again.

"I had no idea," he said softly.

"Fairly recent discovery," I told him.

When we stepped out of the shower, I dried off and put on my collar, then headed for the kitchen. Ryan gaped at me and I stopped at the door.

"What?"

"You're not going to wear anything?"

I smiled and shook my head. "Nope."

"Should I?" he asked with a grin.

"I'd prefer you didn't."

"Really?" He asked with a light laugh. He came over to me and I wrapped my arms around his waist, lifting my chin. He leaned down and kissed me.

"Really, Ryan. You're a gorgeous man. I love looking at you."

He smiled against my mouth and gave me a quick but very deep kiss. We toasted bagels and made spinach and egg sandwiches, which were delicious. All through breakfast, we kept smiling at each other, blushing, and it felt like we were young again. He was a guy though, so most of the time his gaze was focused on my bare breasts. I noticed him squirming in his chair now and then.