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 Cloves II (M's recovered fetish remix) By Ryan Sylander
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   *Readers: This story is related to Cloves I.  Read that one first if
you've not.  Check out
   the other version, too...
   ----
   Kelly was late.  Work had run over, and she had to meet Mary soon.  At
least she knew what she was wearing, so getting ready wouldn't take too
long.  How much time can it take to put on two pieces of clothing?
   It was ladies' night out, since Johnson was away for a week on business.
As she stripped down, she wondered what the night would bring.  It had been
month since Johnson last went away, and she was anxious to get out and have
a good time.  Poor Johnson, if he only knew what his wife was really doing
when he was away.  She didn't like having sex with him anymore.  It was
mediocre.  Why settle for earthly delights when there were so many men out
there who could take her to heaven?
   Kelly pulled on her black thong and selected her garment from the
closet. She slipped the dress over her head, wiggling her hips as she
pulled the fabric down over her body.  The thin straps fell into place and
she straightened out the dress so it felt right.  She looked in the full
length mirror, smoothing the black dress down over her bare legs.
   She remembered when Johnson had bought her the dress, before their trip
to Paris.  Almost ten years ago.  He hadn't seen her in it since.  Other
men definitely had, she thought with a chuckle.  How could they not, with
the high hemline and low cut top.  Legs and cleavage were devastating in
this dress.
   The phone rang.  She looked at the clock, and cursed.  She had to go, or
Mary would be pissed.  She checked herself in the mirror.  You look sexy,
she thought to herself.  She ignored the phone and went downstairs to the
living room.  Her purse and keys were still on the couch, so she snagged
them on the run, dimmed the light, and went out to her red Miata.
   The club was crowded when she got there.  She made her way towards the
bar.  Mary was already there and had secured a high, round table.  A couple
of guys were already seated with her.  As she hopped up on the stool, Kelly
made sure to work her legs so that her skirt rode up her thigh some.
   Kelly was feeling particularly horny this evening, and after a few
drinks and dancing, she was about ready to grab the guy sitting next to her
and take him somewhere, anywhere where they could be alone.  He was
annoying, but she was desperate, and desperation usually won in those
cases. Finding the men who would really give her a good time could take
longer than she was willing to spend this evening.  She just wanted to
screw someone.  She'd have the rest of the week to find the real studs.
   Kelly suddenly noticed him as she polished off another drink.  Mary had
gone to the bathroom.  The two guys were having a heated discussion about
baseball stats or something.
   He was lounging in a leather easy chair, watching her.  He drank crystal
clear liquid from a glass, never taking his eyes off of her.  He had a
predatory look.  Kelly felt like she was sitting naked in front of him, and
she knew right then that she had to take him home.
   He was dressed too casually, for such a club; Kelly wondered how he had
even been let in.  A white work t-shirt, black jeans and boots encased his
taut body.  There was an odd confidence about him that made him even more
sexy than his outward appearance suggested.  Unlike most of the guys in the
place, who were mostly pretending to be someone they were not (or sports
freaks, she reminded herself with a glance at the two guys sitting at her
table), this man knew exactly who he was.  And Kelly could tell that he
knew she knew it.
   She returned his piercing gaze for a long time, smiling slightly.  He
was hot, just the kind of man she liked.  She marveled at her luck. 
Whenever she went out, she almost always scored a guy that was high on her
measure of attractiveness.  She liked them rough, rugged, and confident,
and some scoundrel-like qualities were a plus.  This guy had that in
spades. All he needed was a tattoo, she thought.  She would find out by the
end of the night if he had one, she thought.
   Suddenly he stood, dismissed his glass to the bar, and then walked
towards Kelly.  She tensed up, excitement building as she wondered what his
pickup line would be.
   But he just walked by.  Kelly turned and watched the back of his shaved
head, in shock.  She suddenly noticed three tattooed snake heads peeking up
over the neck of his t-shirt.  She felt a twitch between her legs.  It was
as if someone was watching over her, sending these perfect men her way.
   Kelly hopped off of the bar stool, excused herself to the bathroom, and
made her way towards the exit.  As she got out of the crowd of people, she
looked around.  She saw him straightaway, making his way through the lot
down the rows of cars.  She followed him, pleased that her car was in the
same direction.
   She slowed in confusion when she noticed that he walked right up to the
passenger side of her Miata.  But he opened the door to the white van
parked beside it.  He climbed in and closed the door behind him.
   Kelly stopped in the middle of the asphalt, heart pounding.  How to
approach him?  She wasn't worried though.  Mary was so jealous of her.  It
always seemed that Kelly could get these guys to come home so easily.  It's
like they only had eyes for her.  She stood in the lot, thinking about
another night with a stranger.
   Things with Johnson were not like they used to be.  At first their
marriage had been all sex, passion and money.  Now he was not interested in
the first two, it seemed.  All he did was work a lot, and make more money.
The romance and excitement of the first five years of their marriage had
dissolved into detachment and separation over the last decade.  Decade! 
Had they been growing apart that long?  Had he wasted that much of his life
in a stale relationship?  She only stayed for the money, she knew.
   A horn broke her out of her thoughts, as a car pulled up behind her. 
She looked at the van, and saw the man looking out of the window at her. 
She knew that the headlights from the car behind her were shining through
her dress, silhouetting the length of her legs for the man in the van, so
she stood still for a moment before finally moving aside.
   She walked towards her car, feeling his gaze on her.  As she approached,
he opened his door and stepped out.  Kelly stopped by the back corner of
her car.  The man walked around the end of her car and stood in front of
her.  His presence was overwhelming.  The man oozed power and confidence
from his core, as he gazed at her.  Kelly just looked back into his eyes,
matching his inner strength.
   She moved closer to him, running a finger down his chest, stopping just
short of the bulge in his jeans.  She was ready for him to prop her up on
the car and take her right there.  Before she entertained that thought for
too long, she moved off and opened the door to her car.  The man watched
her as she folded her legs into the driver's seat and shut the door.
   Her chest heaved and adrenaline seared through her veins as she fired
the ignition.  The man got in his van and started it up.  Kelly backed out,
hoping that he would follow.  As she drove down the lot, the resplendent
pair of blue headlights following her made her shudder in anticipation.
   Her heart pounded as she watched the van follow her, turn for turn
through the night lit streets.  Who was this man?  With a snake tattoo, no
less.  She realized a hand had dropped to her lap.  Her skirt was barely
covering her legs.  She touched her panties, rubbing herself through the
moisture.
   Blue headlights filled her rear view mirror the whole way home.  As she
pulled into her driveway, she had convinced herself that this was going to
be an incredible night.  The man had parked on the street out front.
   The man walked up the long stretch of lawn.  He was just finishing a
phone call of his own.  He pocketed the cell and strode up to Kelly, a
bottle of good whiskey in one hand.  Oh yes, she thought, a long night. 
Again he locked her eyes with his gaze.  Kelly didn't waver.  Her only
movement was to slightly part her lips.
   She heard her purse clunk on the asphalt as the man kissed her heatedly.
She returned the kiss for a moment, and then broke it off, reminding
herself of the neighbors.  She gathered up her purse, making sure to allow
the man a good view of her legs and cleavage as she bent down.  Kelly went
towards the front door.  She knew that he was following her swaying ass.
   She went in and put her purse in the closet.  She heard the door close
behind her.  She stood facing the closet, feeling like she was about to
explode.
   A strong hand caressed her inner thigh.  Kelly let out her breath as the
hand rose higher.  She opened her legs a little and the hand traveled
further up.  It stopped just short of its destination, and then went down
her other leg.  A river of heat flowed along the trail the man's hand had
left.
   The man stood and pressed himself against her back.  She leaned her head
back onto his shoulder, and he kissed her open neck vigorously.  She
grasped his head with her hands, hanging onto him as he weakened her knees
with his kisses and touch.
   His hands ran up and down her body, skimming the surface of her breasts
and waist, and around the contour of her hips.  A hand lowered one shoulder
strap down from her shoulder.  Then the other strap went down.
   She bent over and undid her shoe straps, pushing her ass back against
his groin.  Her dress rode up onto her bottom and she could feel his
hardness slowly growing against her.  He stepped back for a second, and she
heard a belt unclasp and zipper release.  Then he was back against her. 
She gasped as she looked at his cock slowly feed through the triangle
between her legs.  It just kept pushing through, thick, veined, and purple,
and very long.  She upped her assessment of the way the night was going to
go.
   His length sawed back and forth across her panties, rubbing her just
right.  Waves of electricity shot through her as she bent over even
further. She had taken off her shoe straps, but was not inclined to stand
up at all.  His hands worked circles on her lower back as he thrust across
her wetness.
   She gasped as he reached around her front and worked his fingers against
her clit.  She knew she was going to have an orgasm soon, and she was only
being rubbed!
   The man suddenly withdrew, and moved away.  Kelly stood up, lightheaded.
She turned around, wondering why she had been robbed of her impending
ecstasy.
   The man was sitting on the back of the couch.  She had the distinct
impression that it was her move.  She watched his expressionless face.  She
knew he could read her, and she knew that he could tell what her decision
was.  She walked over to him slowly.  She bent down and pulled her shoes
off, and flicked them off against the couch.  Then she stood up and slowly
pulled her dress off over her head, draping it on the couch.  He did
nothing as her breasts bounced free in front of him.
   She stood before him, naked save for her black thong.  His penis stood
at attention, throbbing slowly.  She knelt down, greedily looking at his
length.  It was the biggest penis she had ever seen.  She had no idea what
it would do to her tonight, but she wanted to take it everywhere inside of
her.
   She grasped it, suddenly feeling the throbbing life in it firsthand,
like she had opened the door to a room full of loud music.  He was in for a
surprise too, she grinned to herself.  If she could pull it off.
   She ran her tongue up along the bottom of the shaft, coating it with a
sheen of saliva.  A drop of pre-cum sat on the tip, and she licked it off,
watching his expression with upturned eyes.  He simply regarded her with
his cool, confident look.
   She dropped her mouth around the head, swirling her tongue around the
grooves of the glans.  She let her mouth get wet and soon she had the head
coated in her slick spit.  She took a little more in, working her jaw to
accommodate his swollen head.  With her hand, she stroked his hard shaft,
as she worked the top with her lips and mouth.  He gently grabbed her head
and pulled her up and down on his pole.  She shuddered as her mouth tracked
over his cock, pulling hard with her cheeks on the intake, and gliding her
tongue up the bottom on the release.  She massaged his scrotum, taking her
time as she let a little more of his length into her mouth.  It was already
filling her to the back, and she still had her fist gripped around the
base.
   She worked her mouth and hands with increasing rhythm, as the man pulled
her towards him.  She opened her throat, and let the head force its way
into her oral depths.  He could sense her desire to swallow him, and slowly
he made her take more and more into her.  She had to let him out and
breathe.  Angling herself better, she again took him to the back of her
mouth and let him enter her throat.  She pushed herself against his pole,
stifling a gag as the shaft wormed down into her.  Close, she thought, as
she pulled away and started stroking him hard.  Saliva dripped down his
shaft and over his balls.  She loved a hard slick penis in her mouth.  She
vigorously pumped him as she sucked on the head.
   After some time, her mouth was getting sore.  She was surprised at his
stamina; most guys were long finished by now.  She slowed, both impressed
and frustrated by his control.  She had always brought her men to climax.
   He sensed her change of mood, and pulled her up to him, kissing her
deeply, infusing her with fresh passion.  He had taken his shirt off and
thrown it on the stairs.  They moved to the steps, locked in a kiss.  At
the foot of the stairs, she worked his jeans and boxers down around his
legs as he slid off his boots.  As she pulled the cloth around his foot,
she looked at his cock again.  It was still shiny and slick with pre-cum
and saliva.  She took it into her mouth once more, opening her throat as
far as she could.  Almost, she thought, feeling the edge of his pubic hairs
tickle her nose.  She held him as long as she could, squeezing her throat
around his head, and then let him out, gasping for breath.
   The man pulled her up, and bent her over on the stairs.  He pulled on
the thong, peeling it out of her crack, and exposing her wetness to him. 
He slowly pulled the thong down her thighs and calves.  She stepped out of
it, and he tossed it aside where it landed on top of his boxers.
   The man spread her ass cheeks and ran his tongue from her clit to her
lower back in one long arc.  Kelly almost collapsed on the stairs as her
senses overloaded with pleasure.  The man had incredible touch, she
thought.
   He pulled her upright and turned her.  She wrapped one leg and then the
other around his ass as she hung from his neck.  The man invaded her mouth
with his tongue as he strode up the steps and down the hallway.  He kicked
the bedroom door open, and Kelly heard it crash and rebound against the
stop as he threw her onto the bed.
   In a moment he was on top of her.  Kelly closed her eyes, body on fire,
and released herself to what was sure to be a long night.
   ----
   Kelly froze when she smelled it.  It was unmistakable, the aroma of
burning cloves.  She only knew one person who smoked them.
   The man sensed her tension, and raised his head out of her neck where he
had been kissing her.  He never stopped thrusting into her as the clove
fragrance entered his lungs.
   Kelly pushed on the man, and he wordlessly rolled off of her.  She
quickly got up, but found she was too weak-kneed to walk.  She made her way
to the bedroom door, leaning on the furniture.  Fear took over her senses
as she inhaled the thick air.  She vaguely felt the rivulets of pearly cum
meandering down her thighs.
   She looked out into the dark hallway, but saw nothing except the dim
light of the living room at the end.  She carefully walked down the hall,
adrenaline giving her legs strength again.  When she got to the top of the
stairs, she looked down into the living room.
   There was no one there.  Perhaps she had imagined the smoke.  She
couldn't tell now if it was real, through the haze of alcohol in her head
and the smell of whiskey on her body where the man had poured it on and in
her earlier.
   Then she saw it, a light-colored rectangle sitting on the darkness of
her short black dress.  She stumbled down the stairs and grabbed the card
with shaking hands, tearing the envelope open.  As she read the card, she
collapsed to the ground, scattering her heels across the hardwood floor.
   `Kelly,
   Surprise.  I know, you must be very worried right now.  But don't be, my
love.  I chose tonight to be special for us.  Yes, us.  I know about your
activities when I'm away `on business.' The truth is that I'm usually
involved too.  We've been keeping secrets from each other, I'm afraid.  You
know what your secret is.  It's time you knew what mine was.
   For the past many years, I have been watching you bring other men to our
home.  To our bed.  And it is the fulfillment of my ultimate fantasy.  For
that I want to thank you, my love.  I know the type of man you like, and
tonight I found you one that I hope was among the most pleasing.  I
certainly enjoyed watching, as I have every other time.  I hope we can
continue.
   Your Love, Johnson'
   Kelly's tears watered the lavender flowers growing on the front of the
card.
   ----
   Kelly vaguely noticed her recent lover putting on his jeans and shirt at
the foot of the stairs.  She watched as the snake tattooed man slipped out
of the front door.
   She suddenly smelled it again.  The cloves.  She turned, and through her
wet eyes, she could see an orange glowing point moving in the pitch black
kitchen.  She stood up, and walked shakily into the kitchen, wondering what
was real anymore.
   ----
   Johnson threw his head back in agony, exhaling the smoke from the kretek
towards the ceiling.  Kelly was working magic on his cock with her mouth.
He missed having her lips on him.  They had been so sexually detached the
last few years.  But it was the only way he could get her to sleep with the
men he arranged for her.  He hoped this revelation of his fetish wouldn't
drive them apart.  His wife was a keeper.  Oh yes she was, he affirmed with
a groan, as he felt his entire length engulfed in her throat.
   He knew he wasn't going to last long with the quality of loving she was
giving him.  Seeing the hired gun work his wife into a frothy frenzy had
gotten him overly excited, and now he was being treated to one of the most
exquisite blowjobs he had ever felt.
   It was time.  He looked down into the green eyes of the woman he loved,
and released himself into her.  His last thought as he took another drag of
his kretek was that he had really missed the Kelly he had fallen in love
with, and now he finally had her back.
   
  
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