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Passion & Perspective
copyright 2013 Chapter 13 This is a chapter of a novel. Click here to go to the first chapter |
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One Saturday morning over coffee Molly asked, "Are you planning on watching basketball all day? It's that stupid tournament, isn't it?" "I might watch a little bit, but it's only the second round, nothing important, why?" "I was thinking we could go out to dinner tonight. There's a new restaurant open out by the highway that I've heard quite a bit about." "Okay." I didn't think anymore about it until about 6:30 I heard the shower running, I went up and got in, soaped Molly's back, may have played with the front. She didn't ignore me, but stopped short of letting me release into her mouth. "Save it for later," she demanded, "I've got plans." I complimented her on her get up, a little sexy with short skirt, halter top under a three quarter sleeve blazer. We headed for the restaurant, it was one of those that have lighting so low you can't read the menu, after a forty minute wait we shared an appetizer, a bottle of red and ordered steaks. It was after ten by the time we were done, and as we passed the Marriott on our way home, she said, "Let's stop for a nightcap." Molly needed to head for the girl's room, so I waited for her on a bar stool. I was a bit surprised when she decided to sit on the opposite side of the bar, as she had those many months ago. Fifteen minutes later I watched as she was approached by a man, middling height, thirty-fiveish, brown hair. She let him sit next to him, accepted his drink, went into full flirt, her hand on his arm, smiling, playing with her hair, perhaps a hand on his knee. I could see them chatting, and after she finished her drink she led the man to a booth. After a few moments, Molly let the gentleman kiss her, his hand was on her thigh, I could feel his desire. Soon her hand was in his lap, I could sense the question he asked. It was then that Molly gestured to me, demanding I join them. I strolled to the table, sat beside her. "Peter, let me introduce Don. Don, this is Peter. He wants to go to a room with me. I told him I would. But, Peter, here's the thing. Don likes to watch me when I have sex. Is it okay if he watches us fuck?" As I would, he looked skeptical. "Is this some kind of a scheme? Are you going to blackmail me or something?" "You're not married, are you Peter? Of course not, you're not wearing a ring." It was possible that a few hours before there had been one on his finger, but it was naked now. "So how could we blackmail you? No, the only thing I'm interested in is seeing how big of a dick you've got. And then what it feels like. Is there anything of mine you'd like to see, to feel?" She took that moment to lean toward him, let him smell her. "Well, I guess so." He still seemed a little hesitant, wondering what stroke of luck had come his way, what entrapment there might be in the offer. But he bit. "Yeah, sure, I'll show you a good time." "All right then," and she pushed him out of the booth. "Get the check, dear," after laying a bill on the table I had to hurry to catch up with them. We grabbed an elevator, Molly pushed the seventh button, and when the door closed she pressed into Peter, kissed him thoroughly. "Oh, I can feel it, you're hot for me." The elevator opened, Molly led us, almost as a trot to room 724, opened the door with a key she had. Inside she turned on the desk lamp and the two bedside lights, then brought her pawn to the bed. "Kiss me, Peter," she requested in a sultry voice. They began foreplay, Peter looked to me once or twice, but then seemed to decide he was in high water, might as well start swimming, and he grabbed for Molly's breast. Molly took a moment to toss me her purse, commanded, "Get the camera out, dear, go ahead and take pictures." Whoa, wow! I'd asked her before to let me document her indiscretions, but she'd resisted the request, and now she was going to let me go ahead! By the time I got the camera turned on, Peter had her halter down, was kissing a nipple, Molly started moaning, but I knew it was fraudulent, meant to excite Peter. I started snapping, there was plenty of light, she had her breast in Peter's mouth, then the blouse over her head, Peter was wondering which teat to pay attention to, Molly was stripping Peter of his shirt, they were lying next to each other, their chests meeting. I photographed the next act, Molly's skirt flying off, the zipper of his pants being unfastened, the garment surrounding his knees as Molly took his rather ordinary penis into her mouth. Unlike Molly's, his groans seemed quite realistic. Another scrum as the rest of their clothes were discarded, then Molly was on her back, her nipples extended as Peter was sucking on her clit. Her noises now seemed more genuine, but I couldn't ascertain the graduated gasps that are the audible sign of her orgasm. Five minutes passed, Molly let him get into 69 above her, they sucked together. Another shift, you could tell Peter wanted to climb aboard but Molly entreated, "You need to put a rubber on." "It's a lot better without one," he whined. "I know, but Don always insists I use one." He reluctantly accepted the packet, she helped him wear it. Before she let him go any further, she turned to me, "What position would you like, dear?" She'd never asked me how she should use another man before, I wondered why now. "What do you think would make the best pictures?" "Oh, probably you on top of him," I suggested. "Good, I think so, too." She pushed him onto his back, kissed him, I heard her say, "You're going to have a good time. Try not to come too fast, I want to use you for awhile." Then she straddled him, I snapped pictures as she rose above him, pointed the clad pony toward her innards, smiled for the camera as she slowly sunk down. Then she went to work, pleasuring herself, slow movements up and down, her hips in a circle. I flipped the switch to video, the camera captured the action as she bent to meet his mouth, rose into the most erect of postures, moved a leg onto his arm, let the staff massage her interior, you could tell she was close, and then the camera caught her gasps as she burst, then quickly came down from the height. She opened her eyes, stared at her comrade, "That was wonderful, Peter, just what I wanted. Thank you for taking your time with me." She got off him, sat beside him, wanked the still erect penis, ensuring that the condom was still situated as she excited him, and asked, "Your turn, what would you like?" Unsurprisingly - there was nothing astonishing about this man - he wanted to be above her, and she let him position her as he craved, and soon he was between her upraised knees, she used a hand to point the tool at his desired spot, and he immersed himself. He began to thrust with force almost at once, Molly rose to meet him, and smiled broadly, it's a wonderful portrait. In less than a minute, his breaths came hard, then he actually stopped breathing, he shuddered once, twice, slowly forced his way inside one more time, he was finished. He was a sport about letting me photograph him taking the condom off, a long thread of spunk dripping onto the bedclothes, Molly spread her legs for the camera, her vulva puffy and rosy with the amorous exercise. Peter put his clothes on as Molly covered up in the bed, "Thank you so much." "Sure, no problem," he responded. "Can I ask you a question," Molly requested. "Peter's not your real name is it?" "No." "That's okay, mine's not Anne, either. Have a wonderful night," and the door closed with him in the hall. Molly looked to me, "Would you do me a great favor, dear? Go into the trunk of the car and get the suitcase." By the time I got back, Molly was in the bed, I saw only uncovered shoulders, I was more than sure the rest of her body was wearing the same. As we kissed I smelled the sweetness of soap, the flower of her perfume, in the few minutes I'd been gone she'd showered for me. She encouraged me to undress, join her, soon I was embedded in my wife, we were utilizing our favorite gentle position, and with kisses on her nipples and a massage of her clitoris I had her in an orgasm more powerful than Peter would ever have managed to bring out of her. A few minutes later, when she was competent of speech, I began the discussion. "You had this all planned, didn't you?" "I've been working on it a couple of weeks, did it please you?" "Immensely. It was quite a surprise." "Do you know what this day is?" She asked. I didn't have a clue. "It's our second anniversary. Two years ago, right in this room, I had another man, Keith, for the first time." "Remember how you were so reluctant back then?" "It sort of seems silly now, doesn't it? I was a afraid of what it would do to us. But it hasn't harmed us at all, has it? In fact, we're even happier now than then, aren't we?." I had to agree, our marriage seemed better, stronger. And then I was making her come again, happily, and I joined her in heaven. The next morning, as soon as she rose, she took the SD card from the camera, put it in her purse. Sometimes, we watch the home made pornography together. |
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