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Forbidden, Still Unrequited

By: susurrus



Forbidden, Still Unrequited by Susurrus

Hi everybody. I thought after my previous story that there'd be no more stories to tell. Rhonda's and my sex life is still going good, even though we've calmed down a little in frequency. We still average about three to four times a month, give or take, and I think we're both more content in our relationship than we'd been when I opened my last story. Our daughter Donna gets more beautiful every day as she grows to look more and more like her mother. As I closed my last story, I've had no more unfatherly reactions where she's concerned, and I'm relieved.

Donna does figure into this story, albeit as a trigger, as she did in the last one. It turns out that Donna's senior prom was coming up. Even though she had no steady boyfriend at the time, she said she intended on going.

I'd missed both my junior and senior proms. The first one, my grandmother died, and I had to go halfway across the country for the funeral, and wouldn't have been able to get home in time. Rhonda already had a dress, so I told her to find somebody else and have a good time... just not *too* good. The other one, I managed appendicitis just under a week before the date of prom. Rhonda and I weren't talking to one another at that time, so neither of us intended on going, for fear of running into the other there. As it turned out, Rhonda ended up spending prom night with me, reading me stories from my favorite book, like a right proper little nursemaid. We were okay after that.

Anyway, being a guy, missing prom just meant I didn't have to wear the damn monkey suit, and better yet, I didn't have to shell out the bucks to rent one.

Donna, however, was going. A boy had asked her, and she'd accepted. She'd told me the kid's name, but it had promptly fallen through the sieve that I now call a brain, and didn't have guts enough to ask her to tell me again. Anyhow, Donna and her mother went out to find a prom dress, and after an afternoon of shopping, came home with what I was told was the ideal one. I didn't ask to see it, and wasn't even offered, knowing I'd see it the night she wore it. Further, I refrained from asking how much it cost, even though I was burning to know. The thing that ate at me was the fact that she'd never wear the thing again. They're sort of like bridesmaid dresses that way. Rhonda has two of those from friends' weddings that just take up space in the back corner of the closet, but she can't seem to work up the courage to get rid of them. I just don't understand women and clothes, and most likely never will.

So, as the day drew nearer, the tension in the house grew. Donna obsessed about her weight, whether her hair would be okay or if she needed to go out and have it done, whether the shoes she and her mother had picked out would really work, that kind of thing. Frankly, it was driving me crazy, and I couldn't wait for the whole damn thing to be over.

Finally the big day arrived. You'd have thought she was getting married. It all started first thing in the morning, and I made a point, after seeing how things were going to be, to stay out of the house as much of the day as possible.

Eventually, though, I ran out of things to do outside and in the garage (well, not really, but starting a deck at about four in the afternoon didn't sound like the best of ideas). I went in to grab a glass of ice water, and the house was silent.

I called out a couple of times, to see if I was truly home alone. Sure sounded like it. I peeked in all the bedrooms just to be sure no one was lurking and just not answering my shouts. Evidently everybody had gone out without letting me know. I figured Donna had fussed enough that her mother broke down and took her to get her hair done.

Having nothing else I could think of to do, I sat down and turned on the TV. Quickly, I re-discovered that having cable only means that there are many more channels of nothing worth watching. I finally settled on the last two-thirds of a movie I remembered going to in high school, and found myself waking up to the sound of the girls getting home.

I got a brief glimpse of the ladies of the house rocketing upstairs without a word to me. I was beginning to wonder if I'd ceased to exist, when I heard, "Honey, would you bring me my sewing basket?"

For a brief second, I wondered what they needed the wife's sewing kit for, then realized if I asked, I was just going to get that look that says, "You're such a man. If you have to ask, you'll never understand." Therefore, I decided to just keep my big mouth shut and do as requested. With a sigh, I got up and found Rhonda's sewing stuff, then took it upstairs to the closed door of Donna's room. I wasn't sure if it was locked or not. I couldn't see why it would be, but I knocked anyway.

After a few seconds, the door opened a crack, and my wife's head popped into the gap. She saw me there with what she'd asked me to find, smiled and said, "Oh, good." Her hand reached out and grabbed the basket, she gave me a quick peck and a, "Thanks," then ducked back behind the door, leaving me standing there.

I wondered if this was how Rhonda had been before the one prom she'd gone to. It didn't really matter, but it might explain the whole day to me.

With another sigh, I went back to my place in front of the tube. The movie was just wrapping up, so I guessed I hadn't slept for long. I clicked through the channels again and found something else I figured I could stand to try watching and proceeded to do so.

One show ran into another, and before I really knew it, the doorbell rang. I still hadn't seen much more of the ladies than I've described to you, but after the second ring, I figured they weren't going to answer it.

Getting up from the chair with a groan that made me sound disturbingly like my grandfather, I shuffled to the door and opened it just as the kid outside was reaching for the button a third time. At first glance, he seemed a decent sort of boy. Of course, get almost any guy a shower and into a tuxedo, and he'll look deceptively presentable. I didn't think Donna would have accepted just anybody's invitation, though, so I figured she saw *something* in the guy.

'At least he doesn't have a hardware store poked into his face,' I thought, sounding once again like my grandfather in thinking such a thing.

I must have stood there at the door, silent, long enough to make the kid nervous. After a short while standing there looking like he was afraid I'd chew his head off, he worked up the nerve to stammer, "Uh... Good evening, Sir. I'm... uh... um... Billy. Billy Thomas. Um... Donna's date." My mind still somewhere else, and actually looking *through* the boy instead of *at* him, he continued at my lack of response, still apparently afraid, "If that's okay with you."

Finally, I snapped out of my reverie and gathered my wits. "Oh, yeah, of course. Come on in. I haven't seen Donna or her mother all day. My guess is that they've been spending all day trying to make everything perfect." I stepped aside to let the boy in.

Still looking like a dog who didn't know whether he'd be praised or punished, he skulked into the house and stood to the side of the door while I closed it behind him. 'Christ, is this what this guy's like all the time? If so what the hell does Donna see in him?"

I threw aside such uncharitable thoughts and motioned to the couch. "Sit. Billy, was it? It's okay. Relax. It's just been a weird day." I tried to keep my voice calm and reassuring. I didn't consider myself an over-protective father, and Donna had been on dates before, so why was I suddenly feeling like this kid might be some kind of threat? I trusted my daughter's judgment, believe it or not. Donna may have still been a teenager, but she'd grown into one of the most level-headed people I've ever known. If she thought this guy was okay, it was good enough for me, as far as I knew. I guess it was just the idea. The day would come when she'd be walking out my door to go to her *own* home, and that day drew closer all the time. In thinking about it later, I think that may have been why I went all strange when I opened the door and found Billy there.

Billy sat down, still looking uncomfortable. I thought about all the movies and TV shows I'd seen over the years where the boy comes to take the girl on a date and gets grilled by the girl's father. They always seemed hokey to me, but here it was. I'd had boys come in to wait on Donna's grand arrival before, why did this one seem different? I hadn't done any grilling, and had no intention to. Billy seemed terrified enough. If he was going to have any kind of good time at all, it was up to me to set the stage.

"Relax. You want something to drink?" I asked, figuring I already knew the answer. I sat back in my chair, which put me at sort of an odd angle to him, but I certainly wasn't going to sit across from him and make him feel like I was examining him.

From the sound of his voice, Billy was getting over his initial terror. "Uh, no thanks. It'd be just my luck to spill it on my pants or something. Thank you for the offer, though."

I took a sip of my iced tea. "No problem. Like I said, I haven't seen Donna or her mother all day. I hope that means that they're working on getting Donna all prettied up for the evening."

This kid had a crush on my daughter like you wouldn't believe. Now that he'd relaxed a little, he blurted out, "It wouldn't take all day for that. She's pretty enough as it is." When he realized what he'd just said, his face turned bright red and he started to stammer again, "Uh... I mean..."

I couldn't help but laugh. "That's okay. I know what you mean. You're not telling me anything I don't already know. I've gotten to watch her grow up into the young lady that you'll be going out with tonight."

And on that cue, Rhonda appeared at the base of the stairs. She saw Billy sitting there and immediately knew who he was. He jumped and turned when he heard her voice. "You must be Billy. Donna's been telling me about you today. I think you're going to have a wonderful time." She shot a glance in my direction. "I only went to prom once while I was in high school, and it was a truly memorable experience." I stifled a giggle. She'd told me that since I'd been out of state for the junior prom, she finally decided to go alone. The first guy she danced with kept stepping on her toes, and the second pulled her in close for a slow dance, and she was surprised, appalled, you name it, when she discovered the kid had a hard-on, which he insisted on pressing against her stomach. She politely refused any more dances the rest of the evening and sat at a table and just talked with other boys when they came over to try to entice her out onto the dance floor.

Anyway, when Billy heard my wife's voice, he leapt from the couch, again apprehensive, as if he'd just been told he was next in line for a punch in the gut. I didn't know if his rising was from someone's teaching him old-fashioned manners or just sheer surprise, but regardless, it put him in the proper position to see what he'd come for in the first place.

Without saying a word all eyes drew to the top of the stairs.

There stood someone I hadn't seen all day, but oh, was it worth waiting for. I couldn't remember the last time Donna looked so striking. She reminded me of my wife's and my wedding day. The dress they had found for her fit perfectly, showing off every womanly curve possible, without being provocative. Her hair was perfect. They evidently *had* gone out to have it done.

I think I was as stunned as Billy seemed to be. Whatever his feelings toward my daughter, I got the impression that he was wondering if he was suddenly out of his league. Here was one more thing I could tick off of my "father's list": I could no longer call Donna a "young" woman. My heart soared and sank at the realization that she was a fully-fledged woman, no "young" to it. I felt a swell of pride at how beautiful she looked, and a flash of incredulity that I could have had anything to do with it.

Rhonda came over to me and put her arms around my waist. I looked down into her face and was confused by the amusement I saw there. Then, it dawned on me how astounded I must have looked just then.

"She looks good, huh?"

I stood there a second before answering. "What can I say but... Wow!" Breaking away from my wife, I went to the stairs, still marveling at the gorgeous woman at the top. I held my hand out to Donna, and she started carefully descending to me. After a bit, she took my hand and smiled at me. "Do you like it, Daddy?"

I wanted to grab her close to me and never let go. "Darling, you look absolutely spectacular. I hope your date here appreciates what he's got." Turning to face Billy, I saw his intense look of dumbfounded shock had been replaced by a stupid grin. Suddenly, I thought, 'That's right. You're one lucky son of a bitch, kid.' Briefly after that, I thought, 'Hurt her and I'll break you in half, you little snot," but I knew the only way I'd really lose my cool would be if he *really* treated her badly. I remembered vaguely what I was like at his age, and I knew there were times even now when, just by existing, you were doing the woman wrong.

"Well, Billy," I said, "what do you think?"

The boy never took his eyes off Donna as he replied, more to her than anybody else, "What your Dad said: Wow! Donna, you look amazing! Are you sure you want to be seen looking that good with somebody like me?"

Donna laughed and unlike ever before, it seemed to light up the room. "Of course I do. I wouldn't have accepted if I didn't. Besides, you look awfully handsome, yourself."

To his credit, Billy turned bright crimson at the compliment and suddenly found his shoelaces incredibly interesting.

Donna was being much cooler about this whole thing than Billy, but as I said before, she's much more self-assured than anybody else her age I've ever met. "Billy," she said, "if you're going to be too embarrassed to be seen with me tonight, we can call the whole thing off."

Billy's head nearly broke the sound barrier, it snapped up so quickly. The look of horror on his face was priceless. When he saw the smile on Donna's face, he realized she was joking. I don't know how he usually acted, but around Rhonda and me, he seemed to be really flighty and unsure of himself. I hoped, for Donna's sake, that he wasn't like this all evening.

Suddenly, he thought to look at his watch.

"Oh, jeez. We need to get going. I have us a dinner reservation in twenty minutes." He offered Donna his arm. "Are you ready?"

With a big grin, Donna slipped her hand into the crook of his elbow.

When Donna's hand touched his arm, Billy's silly grin got even wider. I got the distinct impression that Billy was already glad he'd asked Donna to go with him. And even better, Donna seemed happy and excited about it, too.

The kids made their goodbyes, and just before heading out the door, Donna gave me a kiss on the cheek. The feeling of her warm lips on my skin lingered for several minutes after.

I must have stood at the door watching Billy's car pull out of the driveway and disappear down the street a little too long. An elbow in the ribs woke me up, and I looked down at my wife.

"How ya doin' there, champ?"

A beat. Distantly, "Fine."

I felt Rhonda's arm slide around my waist and her hip pull tight against mine. "Yeah, I can tell. 

She's coming back, you know."

Another beat. "I know. Someday, though..."

Rhonda poked me in the belly with a finger. "Jesus, don't go getting all maudlin on me. It's not like he's taking her to live in Iceland or anything. It's only prom." She stood there with me a few more seconds. "Besides, we've got the house to ourselves for about six hours. Whattya wanna do, stud?"

I shook the woolgathering out of my head and turned to my wife. "Whattya got?"

She got all fake-thoughtful and said, "Let's see, there's sushi in the fridge and I rented a couple movies. We could sit and eat while we're watching one, then see how the evening progresses... How's that sound?"

I smiled, hoping I understood the kind of progression she had in mind. "That sounds great."

With one last glance out the door at the neighborhood, I closed it and followed Rhonda to the kitchen. I found her with her head in the refrigerator, evidently getting the sushi she mentioned. I grabbed a tray to carry that and drinks out to the living room where we could watch one of the movies she got.

Rhonda left me to carry everything in while she got the movie started. As soon as it began, I realized it was a romantic comedy we'd enjoyed together shortly after we were married. It had been a while since I'd seen it, so I rather looked forward to watching it again.

I sat the tray down on the table Rhonda had pulled in front of the couch, then took a seat next to her. We got busy removing the lids from the take-out containers, and when we were done, we had a delicious array of food to choose from.

While the movie played, we ate, sometimes feeding pieces of sushi to each other. It was one of our favorite things about eating sushi at home, that you could play with it a little. We laughed at each other when the wasabi hit just right... you know, when it makes your head feel like it had been shoved in an oven... that's when it's really good.

It seemed like it had been quite a while since we'd done anything like this, and it felt really good. The movie was funny, but also struck the proper chords to get the *amour* rising.

Once the sushi was done, I whisked the tray back out to the kitchen, then came back and got comfortable on the couch, reclining back so that there was no room for Rhonda unless she leaned against me. Which had been my idea in the first place.

She felt really nice against my body. We watched some more of the movie cuddled up like that, until my brain started to work again.

"You think she'll be okay?"

"Who, Donna?"

"Yeah."

Rhonda sighed. "Matt, you didn't worry like this when she was nine and we sent her to camp for a week. I know Billy's mom, and his dad runs the excavating business outside of town. She knows when she's supposed to be home, and if Billy knows what's good for him, he won't try anything she doesn't want to do. That self-defense course she took last year taught her a lot. From the look of things, she doesn't have anything to worry about. I'm sure Billy's more animated when he's around friends."

"I s'pose. It's just... I'm feeling a little depressed at how quickly she's grown up. Next semester, it's college. After that, who knows? She won't be just ours pretty soon, and any guy'd be lucky to have her. I mean, think about my reaction toward her a few months ago. If she can do that to her own father, she'll have to beat them off with a stick."

Rhonda snuggled in closer. "Yeah, maybe, but you have to admit, it's been a great ride. She's a wonderful girl. We did a heck of a job with her."

I squeezed her a little tighter. "Yes, we did. I guess I'm just being selfish. I don't want to think about having to let go."

Laying her head on my chest, Rhonda said, "Unfortunately, one day, we'll have to."

Neither of us said anything for quite some time. We watched the movie, but we didn't laugh at it anymore. We were both too caught up in our own thoughts. Eventually, I came up out of the funk I'd descended into and decided to make the most of whatever I was going to end up with. I brought one of my hands to Rhonda's breasts and gave a quick squeeze. "You mean I'm going to be stuck alone in the house with *you*? Eww."

Rhonda laughed, "The feeling's mutual, bud." She then tried to burrow closer to me than she already was. We were both back from the troubled thoughts of two parents contemplating letting their only chick fly from the nest, and now it appeared we were ready to play.


Forbidden, Still Unrequited



I petted Rhonda's hair while we watched the movie, laughing again. When the credits started rolling, Rhonda turned to me and asked, a hint of excitement in her voice, "There's another I rented. Want to put it in?"

A didn't know if there was a hidden meaning there, or if she expected me to make some kind of comment, or if she even realized what she'd said. Therefore, I took her question at face value, feeling a bit hot myself. "Go ahead. I don't know if I'll watch any of it, but start it up."

Rhonda bounded up from the couch, relieving the pressure of her body against my crotch, which for a few minutes, had been threatening to stiffen up on me. Now free of Rhonda's weight, I felt my cock start to harden awkwardly inside my pants. While watching my wife's ass wiggle the slightest bit while she was at the video player, I quickly reached in and adjusted myself. Ah, relief.

Just as I pulled my hand from my jeans, Rhonda turned. Her eyes latched onto my swelling cock, and I wondered, 'Did she see me with my hand in my pants, somehow? Was there a reflection in the TV screen?' Then I thought, 'Do I really care if she *did* see me?'

On the way back to the couch, Rhonda stretched and said, "Y'know, I'm ready to get comfortable. How 'bout you?" With that, she slicked off her T-shirt and flung it to the floor, then removed her jeans.

My, oh my, what a delectable sight! Rhonda stood there in lace bra and panties, a set I'd never seen before. Now clad only in her sexy underwear, she stood looking at me, and I felt myself instantly stiffen completely. Even though she wasn't trying to pose, just the tilt of her hips, the placement of her hands, and the way she was standing, made it look like she was.

"Well, young man," she said, "are you going to join me, or am I going to be the only one getting comfortable tonight? I can always put it all back on, you know."

I came to at that little thought. "We can't have that." I threw off my sneakers and unbuckled my belt. Rhonda stepped over to help, pulling my shirt up and over my head while I struggled to get my pants off: a difficult prospect, as I was still reclined back on the couch. We finally got the job done.

Just then, the new movie started. To my shock, it was a porn film. Rhonda and I had seen a few porn films together before, but she later admitted that they really didn't do much for her. So, to find that she'd actually gone out and chosen one consciously was amazing, but arousing at the same time. Of course, I had my favorite porn star right there in the room with me, and I reached up and grabbed her around the waist and pulled her back down with me on the couch, still in our underwear.

Wow, her skin felt so soft and warm against mine. I couldn't help myself and started caressing up and down her belly and legs, as much of her body as I could reach in this position. I avoided all the places I usually leapt for, and just kept my caresses neutral, if that was really possible at that point.

The film was a purely amateur thing. At least, the people looked like amateurs, and the lighting and camera angles seemed to point away from a pro video. The thought of watching other couples a lot like us was kind of cool, even though I found myself drawn away from the screen by the beautiful woman I had pulled up next to me.

Rhonda had pressed in close to my hard cock, and every once in a while, she'd snuggle up against it, just to let me know she was aware of its presence.

I had to concentrate to keep my hands from Rhonda's breasts and pussy, and it was taking more concentration yet to keep my touch light. The more aroused I got, the greater the desire was to paw insistently at her. Apparently my concentration was paying off, because Rhonda was by no means watching the TV, and my subtle touch on her skin was driving her nuts.

After a little while, I began to wonder just what *would* happen if I touched her pussy or nipples. I had a fair idea what would happen, but just for perversity's sake, I decided to give it a try.

On an upward stroke, I quickly reached in and tweaked a nipple. The increased moaning I received for that brief touch was as resounding as I'd expected, and there was an accompanying attempt to arch her body into the contact even more.

After a little bit more, Rhonda couldn't take it any longer. She rolled off the couch, out of my reach, then knelt at my side. She began clawing at my underwear, then finally got it pulled down and off. My drooling cock sprung free and waited for whatever she had in mind to do with it.

For some time, Rhonda simply knelt there, staring at my stiff cock, a crazed lust in her eyes. I wondered what she was going to do. Usually, when I managed to get her as worked up as she apparently was, she simply attacked my cock with an amazing energy. This hesitation was rather puzzling. My cock throbbed in anticipation of what was to come, whatever it might be. Surely there would be *something*. When she finally started to lean forward, I found myself moaning involuntarily, thinking I knew what was to come.

Her hand reached out as she approached, but instead of wrapping her fingers around the shaft to bring it to her mouth, Rhonda's hand simply laid on top of my erection and started to pet it up and down. She rested her head on my hip and kept her lustful gaze on my hard-on while she longingly, torturously, caressed my cock and balls.

I guess I must have been pretty damn worked up, too, because even this slight contact was driving me up the wall. Rhonda used only as much pressure as she had to, which made her gentle petting even more maddening. I found myself clutching onto the couch in a desperate attempt to assimilate the insanely pleasurable sensation my wife was giving me. If she continued as she was, I was sure I'd either cum from the stimulation, or for sure, if she took me in her mouth, I'd certainly fill her with sperm.

For quite a while she stroked down my cock, down my balls, then raised her hand and went back to the head to start again. She was petting me like I was a kitten or something, and the sensation was fantastic. Even though I'd convinced myself I'd cum just from that, the time Rhonda took before each new stroke was just enough that it let me cool down just a little, and the longer she kept it up, the slower she went before starting the next stroke. Therefore, all she was doing was pulling me higher and higher, with no peak in sight.

I was going utterly fucking nuts. I'd gone beyond words. It didn't hurt, but oh my god, I was horny. My cock drooled like crazy, just making Rhonda's smooth strokes that much smoother. I was helpless with arousal. I couldn't remember the last time I'd gotten this worked up from what amounted to a hand job. I thought I had my wife aroused to the point where she'd do anything to get off, but instead, she still had enough presence of mind that *that* was what she was doing to me! If she'd been using a little more pressure, it would have been enough to get me off. Somehow, she'd found the happy medium between that and not enough, and the result was a caress that kept me within sight of the edge, but would take me no closer. You may ask why I didn't just get up, throw her down and fuck the daylights out of her, but the fact of the matter was, at that moment, I was utterly incapable. At some point, I'd crossed the line of self- control and went into a realm where Rhonda was in charge utterly.

When Rhonda stopped petting my cock and balls, I was whimpering, I was so horny. I hoped she was going to suck me off or climb on and ride me to orgasm, but I was quickly to find out she had other plans. On one hand it was a relief when she took her hand away from my aching crotch, on the other hand, it felt so good...

I could barely see when she got off the floor, removed her bra and skinned off her sexy panties. Immediately, my body was screaming, "Oh yeah, sit right down on me!" but as I said earlier, she had other ideas.

Rhonda climbed onto the couch and straddled my face. I dove in like a man possessed. And I guess in a way, I was. She'd whipped me into the kind of frenzy I'd hoped to have gotten her into, and I took it out on her hot, soaking cunt. She was so excited by what she'd done to me, that her pussy was incredibly slick and musky. In my state, I was immediately drunk with the taste and odor of her arousal.

While I madly ate Rhonda's pussy, I gripped the cheeks of her ass, my fingers sinking into the soft, yielding flesh. Parting her butt with my hands, I worked one hand down and started to wiggle a finger into her tight ass. She let out a squeal, followed by a moan when my finger penetrated her tightest hole, and while my tongue and lips were going crazy on her pussy, I slipped not one, but two fingers into her rear.

I was just about to slide a third finger into my wife's clutching back door, when Rhonda reluctantly climbed off my face and held a hand out to me.

"Upstairs," she husked. We'd had sex virtually everywhere in the house, but found when it came to the fucking part, no place was better than our own bedroom. Foreplay seemed to work practically anywhere, but when my cock was in Rhonda's pussy, we both found ourselves more comfortable in bed.

Rhonda disappeared, presumably to our room, knowing I'd be right behind. I scooped up clothes and carried them to the bedroom, dropping them in a heap inside the door.

My cock pointed the way to the bed where my wife lay, propped against the headboard, fingers of one hand buried in her gorgeous pussy, the other at her nipples, pinching and pulling. Her eyes opened to acknowledge my presence, smoldering lust glowing in her gaze. She was lost in pleasure, and the trip upstairs had cooled me down a little, even if I was still hard as hell. For a minute or so, I was content to just sit and watch.

I've always found it fantastically arousing to watch my wife masturbate. It's especially good when she's as horny as she was at that moment, because she holds nothing back. When she's so worked up, she isn't self conscious about her facial expressions or how slutty her body gyrations might look. I love seeing her let go into the pleasures of her body.

After I'd enjoyed Rhonda's show, she again opened her eyes and gasped, "C'mere and join me. Sit beside me and masturbate. I want to see you stroke that beautiful cock while I play with my pussy."

While I wanted to just shove my cock in that gorgeous pussy Rhonda was rubbing so vigorously, I certainly wasn't against masturbating for her, too. I climbed up next to her and made myself comfortable, then wrapped my fingers around my stiff shaft.

Rhonda and I hadn't done this in some time, this simultaneous masturbation thing, but it was something we indulged in once in a while. Even though we preferred normal intercourse, there was something about having our own little "circle jerk." Sometimes when we'd do this, we'd both get ourselves off, but more often than not, it would lead to more.

I was careful while I masturbated myself that I didn't get past the point of no return. I wasn't sure, if I came, that I'd be able to keep myself going long enough to enjoy the evening any more than I already had. Rhonda was moaning and thrashing around enough that I could tell she was getting close to cumming. She, I knew, could go on damn near all night, cumming and cumming till she was totally exhausted. It had been a while, but once when we were newlyweds, I'd counted no less than eight distinct and obvious orgasms out of my lovely sexpot wife. I'm sure she'd probably had more, but that was how many my male eye were able to spot. I, like most guys, was good for two, three tops, and it had been some time since I'd cum twice without a good amount of rest between. We had time, but the years have taken their toll, and I couldn't guarantee I'd recover in time to have another orgasm before Donna came home.

Wanting to prolong my evening, I eventually let go of my cock and placed my hand on Rhonda's thigh. She jumped at the unexpected contact, but relaxed when she realized it was just me. She'd had her eyes closed the whole time anyway, so she hadn't been watching me in the first place.

Rhonda continued working on her clit and nipples, even though I was touching her. I lifted the hand I had on her leg and placed it over the hand she had on her pussy. For a minute or so, I enjoyed feeling the gyrations her fingers made as she pleasured herself. Then, Rhonda pulled her hand from under mine and let me take over.

That sigh she gives me when I touch her pussy is a sound I never get tired of. Even thought I'm nowhere near the expert at working Rhonda's clit that she is, she's assured me it feels better than her own fingers do. I love rubbing her and getting her excited, it's a gratifying thing to know you can make another person feel good.

While I rubbed her hot, damp pussy, I leaned over and took one of her nipples between my lips and sucked, drawing yet another moan of pleasure from her. I continued on like this, playing with my "favorite sex toy" for what seemed quite a while, but probably only amounted to a few minutes, until she tensed, then started to buck her hips in a big orgasm.

I always enjoy knowing I can make Rhonda feel so good, but I wasn't finished with her yet. Before she had a chance to recover from one orgasm, I hopped off the bed and grabbed her ankles, pulling her away from the headboard and laying her on the bed on her back. It wasn't gentle, but I didn't want her regaining too much of her strength.

Once I had her unsuspecting body laid out flat, I buried my face in her pussy. She whimpered in slight protest: her clit usually gets hyper-sensitive after cumming. I didn't care. I was going to eat her to another cum before I quit.

The biggest reason I was so quick to start this so soon after she came the first time is that she's normally too weak to push me away. I was taking advantage of that, and even though she whined about how sensitive her pussy was, she still built to another orgasm pretty quickly from my mouth on her.

Within a couple minutes of locking my mouth onto her clit, she was having her second orgasm of the evening. I hoped to get her to at least four. I knew she was good for it, I just had to time everything right.

After two orgasms in quick succession, Rhonda was out for a little bit. I knew that. It was a calculated thing so I'd be sure and be able to last a while. Crawling up from between her legs, I leaned back against the headboard again and snuggled Rhonda up next to me.

I don't know how long we stayed like that, but it didn't really matter. By that point, if we wouldn't have done anything else, It'd have been okay with me. I think we both nodded off for a little bit, but that was fine. If we were going to do more, it'd be good to get a little rest.

I was wakened by the feeling of Rhonda's hand on my cock. I'd gotten soft while we rested, but I knew I would rise again. With Rhonda's help, that was a certainty. For a little while, she fondled me while my cock slowly woke up.

After a few minutes of just her fingers, Rhonda slipped down my body and took my half-hard cock in her mouth. It always feels so good when she manages to put me in her mouth before it's hard, because then she can take me clear down to the base. Even soft, it's a hell of a fantastic feeling to know I'm completely encompassed by her wonderful mouth.

Rhonda sucked on me and played with my balls for a long time. All I could do was sit back and moan. I was content to just let her take her time down there. I'd had some time to recover, I could last for a while.

At one point, she wrapped her hand around my cock and dipped her head down, licking and sucking on my balls, something I really enjoy and don't get enough of. Rhonda stayed there, giving my balls the attention they so richly deserved, for quite some time. Occasionally, she'd give a short, gentle stroke up and back down my cock, sending an amazing thrill through my body, but not nearly enough to make me cum.

Eventually, she left my balls, but returned to the head of my cock with her mouth. I was disappointed she'd left one, but I certainly wasn't going to gripe about her going back to the other.

She didn't spend nearly so much time on my cock as she had earlier. There were other things on her mind. 

When she released my cock this time, she followed it by getting up to straddle my waiting, throbbing erection. There was a little fumbling, but only a little. After all these years, we'd figured out where everything was, and it was all a pretty smooth operation.

Rhonda's pussy was wet enough, she didn't even take my cock in her hand to line me up. She just raised up, slid her hot slit along my stiff shaft, then thrust her hips in a way that caused my cock to pop up and right into her cunt.

Oh god, did that feel heavenly! My cock had been waiting for this since the evening began. My favorite place in the world is right where I was at that moment. I wrapped my arms around my wife and just held her, not wanting her to start moving yet. It felt so good, I could have just stayed there the rest of the night with Rhonda's pussy enveloping my hard-on.

That wasn't to be, though. I really doubted I could manage that much control and not move at least a *little* bit. Besides, on a more practical front, I'm sure our muscles would stiffen up and ruin things after not too long, anyway.

Slowly, I felt Rhonda's hips move, making her pussy trail along my shaft, sending incredible thrills through my body. The pace in which she moved was maddening, but delightfully so. I love it when she takes her time fucking me, the gradual exposure of my wet cock to the air, then feeling the clutching mouth of her pussy slide back down, bathing it again in her hot body gives me sensations that can't be adequately described by words. It was all I could do to keep from taking over and plunging myself into her. She was doing the driving at the moment, though, and I was really interested to see where we ended up.

Rhonda was obviously enjoying what it felt like, this deliberate penetration and withdrawal, because her eyes were closed tight, and I imagined her concentration was all centered on where our bodies intersected. I knew that's where most of *mine* was.

Then, on an upstroke, she stopped, only the head of my cock held in her damp heat. There was a slight draft from somewhere, I could feel it as the juices dried and cooled on me. I wondered what was next, until I heard Rhonda whisper breathlessly, "Your turn, big boy."

Well, I wanted to pound away like it was my first time and didn't know any better, but I also wanted to show Rhonda I could give as well as receive. She'd pleasantly tortured me, it was my turn to return the favor.

I took Rhonda's hips in hand and slammed my cock into her as hard as I could, our bodies slapping together. A gasp of surprise burst from my wife's startled lips, and her eyes flew open. Now buried as deep as I could go once more, I asked, "Is that what you want?" A low groan issued forth. I got the distinct impression I could fuck her in any fashion and it would be just fine.

I started to pull out as slowly as she'd been moving, feeling my cock once more exposed to the outer air fraction by agonizing fraction. Rhonda was beyond words. The only sound I could get from her was more of the same sound she'd made earlier. "Or is this more what you're in the mood for?" I knew I'd be unable to go this slow for long. For one, I was on the bottom, and had limited range of motion, two, I was getting too fucking horny to be able to maintain this much control for much longer.

"Get on your hands and knees, babe. I want you from behind for a little bit." Rhonda rolled off me, whimpering when my hard-on slipped from her body. She then got up on her knees, her ass in the air, and placed her shoulders flat on the bed, giving me a great view and freer access to her lower body than before.




Forbidden, Still Unrequited



Rhonda's pussy was so wet, her entire crotch and asshole shone with the juices of her arousal. Before the moisture could start to dry, I leaned in and gave one slow lap with my tongue from her clit to her ass, her warm fluids smearing my face. The heat radiated so intensely from her pussy, I felt it against my cheeks as I licked. Another moan of ecstasy issued from Rhonda's throat as I licked her delicious pussy.

I could have stayed there and continued eating my wife, but my cock was virtually screaming to get back inside her. Rhonda couldn't have cared less what I did; she was ready to just let me do whatever I was going to do. This time, though, I was going to listen to my cock.

Getting up on my knees behind her, I took my erection in hand and placed it against the delightful swamp that was my wife's pussy. For a moment, I regretted that she won't take anything but fingers in her butt, because her ass always looks so inviting, but I love her pussy regardless, and was ready to fuck her in earnest.

For a little while, I rubbed my cock head against Rhonda's slick cunt, just reveling in the sensation. I was getting to the point where I wasn't going to be able to keep from cumming, so I thought if I was going to give her some more of her treatment back, I should do it right then.

Lining myself up with Rhonda's welcoming hole, I started the slow, inexorable push forward. It was once again glorious, feeling her warmth gradually envelop my shaft. We were both pretty much beyond words. I watched the bedside clock for a little bit, and found it was taking me almost a minute to pull out, then another to go back in all the way. I was driving myself crazy, but I wanted my wife to break first.

It didn't take long in coming. After I buried myself in for the fourth time and was getting ready to pull back out again, Rhonda gasped, "Fuck me, Matt. Enough of this shit. Fucking fuck me!"

Finally.

I was ready and eager to comply. I'd been on the verge of losing control myself, but was silently glad Rhonda had said it before I did it.

Without a word, I increased my grasp on Rhonda's hips and started pumping for real. No more messing around. I didn't pound away at her like you'd think, though, that took at least as much energy as going really slow. I just maintained a steady pace, enjoying the feel of our bodies and their closeness. I felt myself building to orgasm quickly, and when Rhonda reached back and started fondling my balls, I knew it wouldn't be long.

My breathing got heavier and more ragged, and Rhonda was panting and gasping right along with me. I was getting closer and closer to cumming when I heard, "I want to see your face when you cum. I want to watch you, baby."

I quickly pulled out of her and she spun herself around onto her back, spreading her legs wide. There was no hesitation, no stopping to appreciate the view or to play. It was time to fuck and cum.

With no fooling around, I was back in her cunt and once more fucking away. My arousal had only subsided a fraction, and started to climb again almost immediately. Holding nothing back, I started to moan, my face contorted in ecstasy. Soon, I was shouting my pleasure and with a final plunge, I started emptying myself in my wife's pussy.

Once my breathing was closer to normal, I propped myself up, having collapsed on top of Rhonda when I'd finished cumming, and caught my wife's eyes. The look of love there was so beautiful I could barely believe it. It was gorgeous, and it was several moments before I could bring myself to speak.

"God, I love you."

Rhonda placed her hand on the side of my face. "I love you, too. You have no idea how lucky I am."

My cock was shrinking quickly inside her so I asked, "How about you?"

"I came when you did. You were so in your own world you missed it."

I laughed wearily. "Well, I may have missed that, but I certainly didn't miss everything." I lowered myself down and we kissed extravagantly. When we came up for air I added, "But I do sure like seeing you cum."

Rhonda reached down and took my butt cheeks in her hands. "You'll get to see plenty of that. I'm not going anywhere anytime soon." We resumed kissing.

Finally, I needed to rest. Keeping myself propped up enough so I didn't smother my wife was getting tiring. My cock was soft inside her now anyhow. I rolled off to my side of the bed, my cock sliding out of her pussy. I hoped I'd be able to get myself worked up for a repeat performance, but if not, I'd be happy with how the night turned out.

Rhonda rose up and hovered over me. She kissed me gently. "Sleep, gorgeous man. We'll see what you feel like in a hour or so."

I awoke with my wife's head on my chest and her hand cupping my balls. I wondered if she'd fallen asleep like that, not that it really mattered.

I had to pee something fierce, but I wasn't going to just leap out of bed if Rhonda was still asleep. Gently, I reached up and started to caress her hair, something I know she loves. There was no way to tell if she'd been sleeping or not, but very quietly, she said, "I can hear your heart beating." I wasn't sure how to respond, so I kept quiet.

We just lay there for a few minutes, just quietly cuddling, when finally, the pressure got to be too much. Slowly slipping out from under her, I whispered, "I'll be right back."

I wasted no time in the bathroom, except to take a minute and wash myself off when I noticed the crusted over remnants of our earlier lovemaking (romantic, huh?). My thought was: if we were going to try this again, I should be relatively clean if I was hoping to get Rhonda's lips wrapped around me once more.

Once I had myself reasonable, I came back to the bed, where Rhonda laid, pretty much as I'd left her.

Taking my previous spot in the bed, she took up hers, too, including laying her hand again on my balls. The sensation of her hand on me was wonderful, and I felt a twitch that said there was hope for a second round.

Again playing with her hair, I asked, "You wanna try this one more time before Donna gets home?"

Rhonda looked up into my eyes. "You think you're up to it?"

"With your help, I've sure got a good chance. I'd like to give it a try, at least."

At that, Rhonda smiled and started to caress my balls and cock, instead of just resting her hand there. Her fingers on my privates never fails to get a reaction, and this was no exception. I could feel an awakening occurring down below, and really hoped it meant I'd be able to cum a second time.

As she played with me, Rhonda lifted her face toward mine. I lowered my head to meet hers and we came together for a leisurely kiss.

While we kissed, with my wife fondling my cock and balls, I reached over and started to knead and caress her breast, stopping occasionally to tweak a nipple and rouse a moan from her.

After quite some time, when we were both starting to moan and squirm pretty good, Rhonda broke our kiss and gave me a wry smile, then started kissing her way down my body. I was half hard by now, and I could feel the after-effects of my prior orgasm aching at the base of my cock. It was going to take some doing to get myself to cum yet, but I was determined to try.

There was only a little teasing around before Rhonda opened up and took my cock in her mouth. Even though I'd cum earlier, I knew I'd get hard again with this kind of incentive.

The beautiful thing about having been married for some time to a woman with whom you've shared a good sex life, is the fact that she's generally come to know the things that feel best for you. Rhonda was exhibiting this to me extremely well. After only a few minutes, I was again stiff and ready.

I was loving the feelings Rhonda was giving me, but I wanted to do the same for her.

"Bring that pussy up here, baby. I want to lick you while you suck me."

My talented little wife didn't even take her mouth off my cock while she changed positions, placing her pussy eventually against my lips.

This close, I could smell the remnants of the result of our earlier play. It was obvious that she'd cleaned up, but it was also obvious she wasn't able to completely wipe away all the scent without taking a shower. It was okay with me, though, the smell was mighty arousing. I went to work right away, happily pleasuring the woman who was doing such a spectacular job of pleasing me.

Soon, we were both moaning into each other's respective crotches. The squirm factor was pretty high, too. It got to the point where I couldn't tell if Rhonda was cumming or not, but I didn't care one way or the other. She'd tell me if things got too sensitive for me to continue, and I had no intention of stopping till I was told to do so. What she was doing to me was fabulous, but I could tell it wouldn't be enough to get me off. I wasn't about to tell her to stop, though.

Eventually, Rhonda had apparently had enough. She took her mouth from my cock, then raised herself off me. Before I could protest, though, she'd straddled my thighs and lowered herself down on me once again.

Heaven once more. Twice in the same night. We hadn't fucked twice in the same twenty-four hours since shortly after Donna was born. I was loving it, and I was pretty damn sure Rhonda was enjoying herself pretty well, too.

Rhonda seemed to be reading my mind, because shortly after I thought about that, she said sexily, "Twice in the same night. Pretty decadent, wouldn't you say?"

I replied airily, "I could handle this more often, couldn't you?" The only response I got was a moan, then Rhonda's body stiffened and started to pulse orgasmically.

This time, I did get to watch her cum. To describe it with words, it would best come off as a very unpleasant sight. Anyone who's been there knows, though, it's possibly the sexiest sight you'll ever get to see.

When she recovered, Rhonda said, "Your turn," reached behind her and started fondling and tickling my balls while she started back fucking me again.

I couldn't help but moan at that. It's one of my favorite things, to be inside my lovely wife while she plays with my balls. I felt another orgasm approaching, but it was taking its time.

Wanting to be more in control, hoping that would get me closer sooner, I said, "Let me get you from behind again." I was enjoying watching Rhonda's tits bounce slightly with her on top, but I thought I might have more luck with her on her hands and knees. 

Rhonda got off me and took up a position similar to the one she'd been in earlier. I got up behind and lined myself up, then pushed forward. Wasting no time, I started pumping immediately. My orgasm crept a little closer, and I tried to relax myself as I fucked, feeling the sensations more acutely when I did.

While I was watching myself going in and out of her cunt, her pussy lips clinging as I pulled out, then collapsing back in when I pushed in, I jumped a little when Rhonda reached back and started caressing my balls again.

My orgasm leapt another few inches closer, but still was hanging back further than I'd hoped. This position was starting to get tiring for me, too, so eventually, I slowed down and stretched out over my wife's back, still buried in her pussy. Slowly she lowered her body, keeping me carefully inside, until I had to move my legs outside of hers, so she could more comfortably lay down flat on her belly. The remarkable thing was, I stayed inside her! This was a position we'd found by accident one time. It worked best if we started out like we had, with a typical "doggy" position, then transitioned slowly from there. It was an especially good position for me, because my cock was always in contact with her body, both on the in strokes and the out. Her thighs clamped my cock tight when I withdrew, so I was always getting stimulation from my movements.

We kept this up for awhile, and I felt my orgasm still closer, but even this wasn't going to do the trick.

Even so, I kept going for a minute or so after this revelation because it felt so damn good. Then I told Rhonda, "Turn over."

I climbed off her, allowing her to change position, then I plunged right back in. For a couple minutes, I fucked right along, but my urgency must not have been convincing, because Rhonda finally asked, "Not going to happen, huh?"

Honestly, I answered, "It doesn't look like it. It feels so good though, I can't bring myself to stop."

"Would it help if I gave you a hand while you finish yourself?"

"It might. How do you want me?"

"How about you straddle my chest and cum on my tits?"

"That sounds like it might work." I pulled myself out of Rhonda's sopping pussy, then moved up and placed my knees on either side of her, being careful not to sit too low on her diaphragm so she couldn't breathe. I then took my pussy-slick cock in hand and started stroking.

Rhonda just lay there and watched me masturbate myself for a few minutes before she reached out and began stroking my balls with both hands. Oh, god, did that feel good. I still end up doing a fair amount of masturbation, I'm only human, but it never feels as good as when my wife helps, either by doing the cock stroking itself, or just adding stimulation the way she was doing presently.

To add further spice to the proceedings, Rhonda started to talk to me.

"Come on, baby, cum for me. You gonna give me a pearl necklace?" I love it when she talks dirty to me, even if she doesn't often get real raunchy about it. "I want you to cum all over my tits. You know you want to. I want you to. Cover me in cum. I love it. In my pussy, my mouth, on my tits, anywhere. My body is where your cum belongs."

This kind of talk always does it for me. That, and her playing with my balls was getting me close a hell of a lot faster than I had been before that point.

Suddenly, I had a thought about where I wanted my cum to go. I wanted to cum on her, but on the spur of the moment, I no longer wanted it on her tits. Quickly, I moved lower, so I straddled her thighs, and pointed my cock at her pussy. Immediately, she knew what I was up to, and I felt her leg move under me. Raising up, she pulled one leg out, and I climbed between them, giving me a great view of her juicy pussy. With scarcely a pause, Rhonda changed her patter.

"Oh yeah, cum on my pussy. If I can't have you cum *in* my pussy, I'll take it on it. Spray me good, baby. Come on, I want you to. Do it for me. I love your cum wherever you want to put it. Cum on me, sexy boy."

She continued like that the whole time I kept stroking my cock. I had to play with my own balls now, but I had a beautiful cunt to look at, the pussy I was going to be cumming all over soon. Rhonda started to pinch and pull at her nipples while she continued her commentary for me. The combined visual of her beautiful cunt and her mauling of her own tits did it. With a choked yell, I released my load all over Rhonda's gorgeous pussy. When I was finished, she was well-coated with my jizz.

While I sat and recovered, Rhonda reached into her sloppy crotch and started smearing my cum all over herself. Eventually, she settled on rubbing her clit, using my cum as lubrication. Seeing this helped me recover quickly, and I reached out, taking a nipple between thumb and finger and continuing what she'd started.

After a little bit, I bent over and took a nipple between my lips and sucked and nibbled. While I held myself up with one hand, I snaked the other down until it came into contact with Rhonda's furiously masturbating hand. I continued on down, feeling my way into the slimy hole I'd been fucking earlier.

Curling one, then two fingers into Rhonda's hungry, sloshy hole, I started finger fucking her while she masturbated. She didn't take long after I shoved those fingers inside her. Between her fingers on her clit, using my cum to slick things up, my mouth on one nipple, her other hand on her other breast, and with two fingers in her pussy, she was well ready to cum.

And cum she did.

Rhonda's back arched off the bed, her hips pulsed involuntarily, and a scream unlike I'd heard all night roared through the house. This was her biggest orgasm yet, but it took a lot out of her. Shortly after it subsided, she looked at me wearily and whispered, "Thank you."

My simple response was, "My pleasure."

Then I slipped off the bed and went to the bathroom and grabbed a towel. I wiped my hand off on the way back, then turned toward cleaning up my lovely, exhausted wife. Gently, I wiped the cum from her hand, then started between her legs. I was glad I'd grabbed a big towel, because there was quite a mess down below. I felt no remorse for having deposited so much cum on Rhonda's body, as I knew she'd be flattered by the fact.

Finally I'd finished as best I could. Tossing the towel on the heap of clothes I'd brought in from the living room, I was startled by the sound of the front door slamming shut.

Leaping into bed, I glanced at the clock. It was a full two hours before we'd requested Donna be home, but it couldn't have been anybody but her. I managed to get myself covered up just as Donna appeared in the doorway.

Hearing the door had perked up my wife, and she was first to speak. "Hi, honey. You're home early. Something wrong?"

The tone of Donna's voice told me she wasn't exactly pleased. "I'm okay. Disappointed more than anything, I guess. Billy was great up until a little while ago. Then he went off for a little bit with a group of guys, leaving me by myself. When he came back, he'd been drinking. Enough that he was acting like an asshole. At least enough of an asshole that I didn't care to spend any more time tonight with him."

My ire was getting up at what that kid had done to my daughter. True, it could have been much, much worse. Nevertheless...

Donna must have sensed I was getting hot, because she said, "It's okay, Daddy. I just hoped he'd be different than most of the others. It was so cliché. Somebody put something in the punch before we even got there. I didn't drink anything but bottled water all night. I don't know if Billy was trying to work up the nerve for something or what, but all he did was blow it completely.

"Reggie Conroy gave me a ride. Apparently his date disappeared early with an ex-boyfriend."

After that, Donna got quiet, but didn't leave the doorway. Rhonda spoke up after a moment. "You gonna be okay?"

Donna looked up at us. "Yeah. Like I said, I'm mostly just disappointed. Up until an hour or so ago, it was wonderful. I'm holding onto that bit of tonight. 

"I think I'm gonna go to bed."

Donna started out of the bedroom, but stopped short, then turned back toward us. "Oh, and if I didn't love you guys so much, I'd be really grossed out by the thought of what must have been going on in the living room tonight." With a knowing smile, she reached down on the floor outside in the hall, picked something up, then tossed it on our bed. I picked up one of my shoes. In it was my underwear and Rhonda's bra. Underneath the shoe was the porn video my wife had rented. 

While we both turned beet red, our daughter gave us a little finger wave and disappeared to her room.