The House Gurest By James Bellamy Chapter Four - Discovered Wednesday dawned in a quiet Grey blanket. James awoke slowly, longing for a little more sleep. He hugged the pillow to him and closed his eyes against the light. His hand on the plump pillow reminded him of his hostess, the lovely, round, soft, firm bosomy Valerie. Suddenly he was wide-awake. The events of the previous night sprang into his consciousness, her panties, left crumpled and loaded with his cum on the sink. The sound of her husband's moans as she pleasured him, pressed him between the enfolding softness of her breasts until he came with a loud moan, spurting his sperm hot and thick and heavy on the flat above her round perfect breasts. His mind came back to how it had made him feel separated from this pleasure just by the thickness of the door, driven to a huge wave of envy. Driven also to bring himself to orgasm with her panties clutched around his cock. He thought ruefully of whether he would be able to face her without letting her know all this, or would it be immediately obvious at Breakfast? Guilt written over his face in huge red letters? Or would it just slip by unnoticed? One way to find out he thought, springing bolt upright in bed, ready to face the world. Again this morning he could smell breakfast on the stove. As he shaved before the mirror, it came to him. Her tights were hung freshly washed in the bathroom, but the panties were missing. He turned slowly, looking carefully around the bathroom, in the widow sill , not in the tub, on the floor, in the hamper. NO .......... No, they were simply not there. What could be the explanation? He searched for a logical reason, hoping to avoid the obvious that he had been caught! But, no, in the end it was the only conclusion. He thought about that rather embarrassing aspect of it. After thinking about it, he decided, 'forget it, you've certainly survived a hell of a lot worse problems than, this, been in more embarrassing situations, done dumber things. What the hell. Let's go face the music.' He bounded down the steps with enthusiasm and came into the kitchen as if he hadn't a care in the world. "Valerie, the lovely Valerie, how are you this fine morning, my British beauty? Fine day again, eh? British sunshine, again, though, in a steady drizzle?" "Good morning, JAMES! I'm fine and how is my American cousin, then! Fit? Sleep as well, again did you?" "Hmmmmm," he thought, "does she suspect him of listening? Hard to tell." "You'll have to forgive my leaving things in the bathroom, I keep forgetting my undies. Hope they're not in you way" she smiled archly. It was the first time he realized what they meant in the books when they referred to "smiling archly." Well, he thought, I've surely been caught. Still, she seemed to be amused, perhaps even slightly titillated about him and his discomfort. "Oh, not at all, Valerie. I can't pretend not to notice, can I?" He smiled. "So pretty and colorful. Kind of decorative, I thought!!" He stared boldly back at her. Valerie looked steadily into his eyes, her smile never wavering. She decided she liked this amusing Yank. Enjoyed his blithe overconfidence. Charmed by his easy going and open admiration of her. Pleased that he seemed to care about her and what she thought, in spite of knowing her only a few days. She thought of what must have lead up to his depositing such a lot of sperm on her panties. Thought of how her knickers had probably felt so pleasureful against his hardness. Her scent against his cheek, probably. Finally the sound of them making love just the other side of the door. She had enjoyed it so much she had not yet changed, wanting to be wearing them with this memento of his passion there against her mound for this moment of shared confrontation -- and now she saw it was good. He couldn't know, of course, .......... but she did! It made her feel powerful and loved and sexy and slightly naughty. "Yes, ......colorful ........that would be right! Yellow weren't they?" She laughed. "Well, not to put too fine a point on it, ........... no, ...... they were red, actually!" "Oh, nice of you to notice," she laughed gaily. "Now what will it be for breakfast? Eggs and ham? Nice fried tomato? I brought some of our fine Devon Clotted Cream and Strawberry Jam for your scones. How's that?" "Wonderful, perfect, all those things, thanks." Gerald joined them for just a cup of coffee, seemed to notice an air of tension, but didn't comment on it. They were soon off for the office, leaving Valerie staring out the window after them. She turned slowly and went up the stairs, down the hall into her bedroom. Quickly, she slipped her soiled panties down her legs and selected a fresh pair -- pretty lemon colored, with a little see through lace at the sides - -- from her drawer, pulling them up her legs and snapping them over her hips. She stared at the soiled panties, full of James' cum, smiled and retraced her steps down the hall and into the little guestroom. Curious, she lifted the top of his suitcase. What secrets does a man carry around with him, she wondered. A book, couple magazines, extra ties, nice colors, a box of twelve condoms - "ribbed for her pleasure, thin as gossamer for extra sensitivity" Valerie pondered the promise of the advertising on the box a moment, thinking what James might feel like in those. She sank upon the bed, lying in the hollow of the bed that had so recently held his body. "He must have lain here thinking of me!" she suddenly thought. The penny dropped. She touched herself between her legs, finding her own moistness brought so quickly by her flirtation in the kitchen and her thoughts of what must have been here last night. The masculine, musky scent of him, the remainder of his after-shave lotion, ............. ......Valerie buried her head in his scent, drinking it in, fondling her mound. She realized she had the soiled panties still with her and pushed them between her legs, rubbing her pussy furiously, wildly, pressing as if to represent his weight on her mound. She rolled onto her hand with the panties rolled into a ball and soon found a wonderful release. She lay spent, and feeling luxurious there in his bed, She slept so peacefully ... for an hour or so ...... before rousing herself, stretching like a large satisfied cat and got on with her day. Happy. Later that night, James again made his way to the bathroom to brush and get ready for bed. He was disappointed this night, no beautiful curves in the mirror, no pile of undies left on the sink, things are back to normal, he thought ruefully. He was soon in his bed staring up at the ceiling. He tried reading awhile, but it was no good, his mind was preoccupied. Then, suddenly, he thought he heard sounds from the master bedroom yet again. He listened tensely. Yes, he was sure of it. He sat up to hear better. Turned of the light so the light would not distract his hearing. Their bed creaked, like it was being battered by the enthusiasm of driving thrusting sex! He stepped across the room, unable to contain his curiosity. There was a different sound to the conversation. Valerie said "Shhhh" less often he noticed. He heard her comments a little more clearly. Heard her moan her pleasure, he thought. The bed groaned under their fucking. "Oh, darling .......Oh, yes, ......so goooooooood. More.......shove it in me. More." Her words were clipped, not quite loud, but he had hardly heard her at all the previous night. "Tell me about it then, my girl!!" the male voice commanded." Tell me what you want. Want more ..... Want this? Want my big cock? ........Tell me, then...." The words punctuated by the sound of his grunting in time with his thrusts. "OH, YES yes yes. Good, so good." Valerie again, a loud whisper "More, ...please ....more" Valerie said urgently "Ohhhhh, There, that was good." The male voice again, obviously spent. Silence. And then masculine snoring. James listened. Nothing more/ No feminine muffled scream of pleasure. No sound of feminine orgasm. Or perhaps she was just quiet. Nice quite orgasm. He lay back on his pillow and thought how it exhausted him listening to them fuck. Sure, he felt slightly guilty to be spying, but not a lot. He thought of how it would be to lie with Valerie's head on his arm, his hand holding her breast as they went to sleep. He hugged the pillow into his face ............... "what's this?" His hand touched something under the pillow, something silky and unlike the sheets and pillowcases. Something soft. He turned on the light to examine what was in his hand. They were -- pretty lemon colored, with a little see through lace at the sides! His head reeled slightly. They were Valerie's , but not the ones he had cum in last night. They were hers. Left here by her -- for HIM! James realized his heart was pounding. Finding her panties was one thing. Exciting, but having her intentionally leave them under his pillow was something else again. Something wild, something wonderfully erotic, something so sexy, he could hardly believe it. A treat, a joy, A pleasure, a delight, wonderful! He lay back and stared at the gift. There was a little stain where her pussy lips had been, a formed hollow where her finger had been rubbing the panty into her pussy lips, fondling herself, bringing herself to completion. Dare he think it? Thinking of HIM? "Yes" he answered. He thought of her here in his bed,. quietly slipping her hand between her legs, feeling our wetness there as she brought herself to orgasm. x Chapter Five James had taken them out to dinner tonight. It had been a happy meal, lots of wine and lots of laughter. Now that they knew each other so well, the conversation came easily. James had felt Valerie's foot touch his several times during dinner and returned her tentative touch with a firm and knowing pressure. They had slipped their shoes off and as the wine took its toll, their toes became more active, fondling each other. He liked the feel of her toes turned under in her tights and smoothly rubbing his ankle as she smiled across the table at his jokes. Gerald needed two guiding hands, getting to the car and then again as he rollicked along into his own home. He insisted on pouring them a nightcap and turned on some music. Valerie lighted two candles, casting the room into a warm glow. Gerald lay on the floor, talking with some difficulty on the sense of it all, James on one end of a small couch, Valerie at the other. James had trouble keeping his eyes off her and she returned his glance with warmth in her eyes. Gerald's breathing soon became very steady, then turned to snoring lightly. "I better get him upstairs, ........ I guess." Valerie said. "Yes ................ I guess ......so." He couldn't think of anything else to say. " But we should finish our nightcap, ......don't you think?" "Mmmmnnn hmmm." James reached for his drink and placed his hand on the couch reaching out toward her. As she did the same, their hands touched. The feeling was electric and they both pulled back briefly, then relaxed. Their hands were just touching, there on the seat of the couch, but the warmth exchanged was intense. They both sat and stared at Gerald on the floor, sleeping soundly as the tension built between them. They sat like that for a time, then James covered her hand with his, raising the level of tension still more. Valerie could feel the wetness beginning again between the lips of her pussy. His hand over hers was the longest contact that they had had, yet she felt that they had an intimacy that was extraordinary. She turned to look into his eyes, which seemed to be fastened on her constantly. She enjoyed smiling at him, then seeing the warmth with which he returned it, they were kissing with their eyes, it seemed. Taking another casual look at Gerald on the floor, James leaned toward her in the gloom of the candlelight. She paused a moment, unsure, glanced at her sleeping husband, then leaned to offer her lips. Their lips touched gently, then opened and pressed closer. James' lips pulled at hers, pulling her into him gently. Her tongue found his, and the effect was immediate and electric. She was shocked at the special shudder she felt, like her first kiss when she was young, she felt that she was on a roller coaster that streaked down over her breasts, leaping off the nipples down her tummy and zooming into the split between her legs. The kiss lasted a long time, their tongues tasting each other for the first time. At last, James broke away and stared over at Gerald for a moment, then turned again to renew the taste of her sweet lips, squeezing her hand as he did so. "Well, ......... I guess we should ........ get him up to bed." Valerie said at last, not really wanting to end it. Gerald was soon roused, rubbing his eyes and fumbling with the hi-fi. "Well, had to wake me up, did you? Wanting some of my John Thomas are you?" Winking at James. "Always gets randy in candlelight, you know!" He was still sitting on the floor and now was running his hands up her legs and under her skirt. "You want to help me with this horny little bunny, James, or do you have to get up early!!!!" "Now, Gerald, off you go," his wife urged. His hands continued to fondle her ass as she preceded him up the stairs and down the hall. "Night James," he slurred over his shoulder, bumping from one wall to the other down the hall. The door closed behind them and he heard their talk continue. She was bawling him out for suggesting that James join them in bed. "Gerald, what are you thinking of, saying such a thing in front of a guest, for heaven's sake. I've never been so embarrassed!" "Thought you liked him, sweetie! ...... Might be ah ..... ah bit of fun, you know. Come on, admit it hahahahahaha ......... you'd love having the both of us. Eh? What'll you have then, love, me in the back and old James in the front? "Gerald, for heaven's sake, not a chance!" he heard her trying to shush him. "Oh, come, on love, let's see that big sweet ass of yours!!" "Eeeeek! Geraldddddddd!" "Ohhhh, feels like you are ready for my .......... Big old John Thomas!!! Let's see that big round wonderful ass under these knickers .............oooooops hahaha .......... .......... .........Ooops, they tore!!!! Hahahahahaha ........ Oh, it is wet and wiggly hot pussy ...........hot pussy .........hot ......ready for this, love .......... ....... Bend over there, let me have it you slut! ..........there ........ you like it deep ............I'll give you deep .lllllllll ........there!!! deep!!!!! And again!!!!!! And again!!!!!! "Oh, yes, yes, shove it in....... GIVE it to me .........yesyesyes ....... Mmooooooore, harder ........harder shove it in, my love. Give me all of that big thing......... I love itttttttttttttt. No, no no, don't stop........... don't stop ..................... put it in more, again, again....... Ohhhhhhhhh. The sounds stopped. It left James hanging, seemed incomplete....... He thought he heard snoring. James went to his door, listened. It was snoring. Gerald, being a little worse for wear, had obviously fallen into a deep drunken sleep, having satisfied himself. He felt rather than saw Valerie slip down the hall, heard the light click on as she closed the door, heard water running. He thought he heard her stop briefly in the hall, listening at his door, then move to her room. He waited for the sound of the door latching, but it didn't come. He opened his door, could smell Valerie's perfume or lotion in the hall, pleasantly deep in his nostrils. He stood for a long time, tensely imagining the scene he had just heard take place. He wonder just how daring he should be. Gerald's snoring was loud and deep. Suddenly he was in the hall. Listening. Straining to hear, to feel Valerie there ten feet away. She had not closed the door completely. His decision was made. James slowly pressed the door. It creaked, sounding loud in the night tension. He pressed again, another squeak. But Gerald continued his snoring.. It was a dark night again and he could see nothing except the outline of the white sheets on the bed. Slowly he felt his way across the room, invading the mating room of his host and hostess. Standing beside the bed, he stopped to listen again. He felt that you could have cut the tension with a knife. His breathing, when he dared to take a breath was labored and stuck in his chest. His heart was pounding. Valerie lay staring into the darkness, too. She heard the door open with a squeak. She knew that he was there. What was he doing, though. Surely he won't come in, she thought. 'Should I get up and go to him? No, I don't think so,' her mind raced excitedly. She could see his bulk now close beside her. Her heart was pounding with excitement. Half of her wanted him to touch her, half was scared, frightened that her husband would wake. She listened, realized that he was drunk satisfied, and probably could sleep through an earthquake. But you never know. The danger was a presence like a wall there in the room. James stood a long time there beside her bed. Finally, she felt the presence lean over her. His lips touched her ear. She turned to meet his lips with hers, felt his tongue touch her. She sucked his tongue into her mouth, savoring its wet roughness. James felt her tongue, felt the excitement of her touch shoot through his body from his tongue to the tips of his toes. He felt disoriented, not sure if he was standing or on his head in the darkness. He felt her hand on his cheek, now, ,gently encouraging him. Just touching. Fondling his face.. His hand found her breast under the silky slip. She wore no bra and her nipple leapt against his palm. He fondled and pinched it lightly, feeling the round hardness of it, felt it get harder, more rigid, more defined in his touch. He loved the way it formed an almost separate part of her breast, a distinctly separate little mound on top of the rich mountain of her breast. He slipped his kiss down her chin, along her neck to the swell of her left breast, nearest him, and up to the nub at the very tip of her breast. Her hand guided his head now, asking him unspoken to suckle her, to take her womanhood and let her nurture him. Valerie felt the curly hair of his sideburns, musing that he needed a haircut, pressed his head to drink her breasts. She wanted him to suckle there, to taste her nipples, wanted him to have her roundness, wanted to feel his hands fondle her big breasts, hold them, lift them, smooth them with his rough hands, nibble on her. She wanted to feel his breathy desire spill over her breasts, feel him nuzzle the valley between them. She felt his lips slipping down her neck, along the slope of the top of her breast. She listened for any change in her husband's snoring. It was steady. She pulled James to her ample bosom. His cheek felt so wonderfully masculine against her. Valerie loved having her breasts fondled. James held them in his hands, started with the very base of the now swollen orbs, moving along them, squeezing them as he worked his hands toward the peaks. He pulled slightly on her nipples as he reached the summits. Gerald's left hand slipped down to rest on her belly. The band of her panties was under his thumb as he rubbed lightly on her tummy feeling the soft silkiness of the full cut panties. Valerie's hand caught his hand, slipped it under the band of her panties, pressed it down into the curls protecting her mound, letting him play there for a moment, enjoying the feel of his fingers combing her little patch of dark brown hair. His finger just touched the top of the crease made by the lips of her cunt. 'What had her husband said about having them both?' she thought to herself. Well, she liked it, he was right, though not quite the way he had phrased it. James felt the coarse short curls of her pussy thatch. Fondled it in his fingers, scratched her mound gently, teasingly with his fingernails. Her scent was warm in his nostrils, his heart beat wildly in his chest. He knelt beside her, touching her lips with his again. Then, slipping downward, he kissed her other lips, just at the beginning of the place where they split her body, inviting him. His lips explored them, felt that they were nicely swollen with excitement, pouting at him. James slipped his fingers in the band of her panties, pausing to see if she wanted this, then slipped them down her thighs and off her leg. Valerie took her knickers off the other leg, moving as quietly as possible. She stuffed them into James' briefs, feeling his hard cock against her hand. She paused there, examining his length. Her touch was light as a feather. It seemed large, swollen, excitedly hard and erect. Her hand touched his balls, lifted them in their sack between his legs. They were large and heavy in her hand. He left her panties there stuffed next to his cock and balls, as she felt him parting her legs. Valerie was terrified of waking Gerald. She put her hand to his head cautioning him. He paused a moment and continued his journey up her thigh toward her open pussy. Her lips were swollen, her hair soft to his lips as he planted a kiss on her closed pussy lips. Her scent was delicious to his nostrils, perfume and natural scent mixing together excitedly. His tongue touched her now, he realized she was moist for him, waiting for him to taste her. 'The tip of his tongue slipped easily between her lips, traced a path down one side, crossed over to the other lip. - Valerie spread her thighs wider for him. His tongue widened and spread over the width of her large luxurious pussy lips. James was enjoying making her squirm slightly under his tongue. He found her clitoris, circled it with the tip of his tongue, then sucked it between his lips. He let the wetness of his mouth make a warm slippery sheath for her clitoris, now firmly protruding in the flower pedals that were her pussy. She was so wet. So Warm. So Sweet tasting. The wet heavy cream of her juices spread on his cheeks as he opened his mouth so that it was covering her clitoris, her lips so wide apart now, and down to the opening to her vagina. He lingered that way, his tongue fondling her entire channel. His nose rested now on her Venus mound, its curls tickling his nose and her scent intoxicating him. Valerie felt James surround her with his open mouth. It was hot and exciting, everything was so wet and warm, and held, and fondled -- all those things at once. It was truly wonderful. His tongue had her clit standing so rigidly that it felt like she was pointing toward him -- reaching for him. It actually felt like it was straining to get closer. Silly -- but that is how it felt to her at that moment. She had never felt more completely fondled. His hands crept up her sides and held her breasts firmly but still gently. James was being as aggressive as he could while trying not to move the bed for fear of waking Gerald. He sucked her pussy, slipped his tongue into her cunt, circled it, pressed deep into her, tasting the slight bitter sweetness there. His tongue went lower on her body, then circled the little rose of her anus. He felt her squirm with pleasure under his tongue. Her breasts were large and swollen in his hands. Valerie was engulfed in a luxurious bath of pleasure and feelings. Her heart was beating firmly, her juices were flowing. Her clitoris felt so lovely as James loved it, swirling it around and around. At last she felt his finger slip into her cunt, another just touched her anus, fondling it. She felt her pelvis involuntarily squirm closer to get more of him. She felt her orgasm begin to build in her groin. His finger continued slipping in and out, then found the round little mound just behind her clitoris. He was sucking her clit now and rubbing the swollen bit inside her pussy, just under the root of her little man. The sensation was unimaginable, it spread through her loins, suffusing them with warmth, her tummy cramped slightly as if he were drawing on her in this way. She felt his tongue flicking her clit back and forth, her body shuddered under his attention. How long had she been engulfed in these sensations? How long could it go on. She was shivering now with pleasure. Trying desperately not to make too much noise or jiggle the bed too much. But James kept pulling on her clit, rubbing behind it, kissing her pussy lips now so sensitive and leaping out to him. She squeezed her thighs around his face, her orgasm rattling through her; she clamped onto him, trapping his head, shuddering against him, loving the feel of him there between her legs, there fondling and sucking her sex, lingering in the bath of all her juices, devouring her , devouring her juices, fucking her with his tongue and mouth and nose. She exploded with as controlled an orgasm as she could manage, driving her vibrations into his head as she held him clamped in the vice of her excited thighs. She felt the bed move with her tremors, but there was nothing she could do. Finally it subsided. She lay completely happy and completely satisfied, relaxed, feeling ........ well .........just ........Wonderful .........it was the only word. James silently covered her bare, wet mound with the covers, kissed her one last lingering good night and slipped silently out of her room, her panties still tucked into his shorts. 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