The Making of a Gigolo(10)- Elizabeth Sinderson
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She turned off some lights, to set the mood, and make it look a little
more like what a bar might look like. She poured
Jeff a bourbon and coke, and handed it to him, before going to the
door. Taking a deep breath, she turned off the
light. She'd felt Jeff getting hard, while she sat on his
lap. She knew he was already excited. She felt her
nipples stiffen more. She decided that was because that excited her
too. She opened the door, and saw Bobby, standing there,
dressed in a suit, his hand out to knock, and realized she hadn't even
given him time to do so.
"Hello!" she said, startled.
"Hi," he said, smiling. "You look nice."
It was awkward, bringing him into the house, with her husband sitting
ten feet away. Bobby blew her mind by walking right by her,
to Jeff, and extending his hand.
"Happy birthday," he said. "I'm Bobby."
She was sure Jeff was surprised too. He looked
surprised. He set his drink down and stuck his hand
out automatically. Then he started to stand up.
"Sit," said Bobby. "This is your night. Just relax
and enjoy it."
Liz felt like she was in some kind of weird dream. He was so
open about what was going on, like it was the most normal thing in the
"Thanks," mumbled Jeff. "You want a drink?"
"No thanks," said Bobby standing up. He looked over his
shoulder at Liz, who was still standing by the open
door. "You're a very lucky man, Jeff," he
said. "Would it be possible for me to have a dance
with your wife?"
Liz felt like the dream had taken a crazy turn. He
was asking for permission!
"I guess one dance wouldn't hurt anything," said Jeff.
Bobby turned to Liz. "Got any music around this joint?" he
Her mouth fell open, but she jerked into action, going to the record
player, where the first record was all ready to go.
Bobby came with her. She lifted a shaking hand, and
he grasped her wrist gently, stopping her.
"Allow me," he said. He lifted the arm, and settled
the needle into place gently.
They had chosen rock and roll, an old one, to start with. It
brought back memories of when they'd been in school together, and they
both were already comfortable with that type of dancing. It
also let him throw her away from him, and pull her back, twirling her,
like he'd said he'd do. Her dress did fly up, swirling out
into a gently curved bell, and showing at least her thighs.
He was a good dancer, and the moves came back to her like dim memories
of riding a bike.
She realized she was having a good time, and grinned as he dipped her
and threw her back to her feet. On the last notes, he whirled
her in, capturing her with his arm around her, her face inches from
his. She could feel his breath on her lips, and knew she was
panting into his face too.
"Go sit on his lap," he whispered.
He took her to Jeff, holding her hand, and "giving her back" to her
husband, who was sitting, his eyes bright, and his drink forgotten.
"Thank you," he said. "She's not only beautiful, she's a good
dancer. Like I said, you're a lucky man."
Liz sank down on Jeff's lap, and felt a full blown erection under her
"It's too bad I only get one dance," said Bobby.
Liz kissed Jeff on the lips this time.
"That was fun!" she said. "Could I have just one more dance
"Yes!" blurted Jeff, his hand stroking her bare back.
"Great!" said Bobby. "You two just do whatever while I pick
something else, okay?" He went to the record player
and appeared to look through the records that were there, lying where
they hadn't been that morning.
"That was hot," moaned Jeff. "I could see your panties!" he
"I wore them for you," she said, kissing him again.
"Was it fun?" he asked.
"Uh huh," she said. "He's a pretty good dancer."
The song Bobby put on wasn't a Tango, but they danced to it as if it
were. Bobby put his right hand on her lower back, and pulled
her to him firmly, holding her right hand out, away from their bodies,
with his left. She realized he had kicked off his shoes, and
was dancing in his socks, as he moved her around the living
room. He threw her away from him and twirled her
again, right in front of Jeff, and then pulled her lower body firmly
against him. She felt something dig into her loins, and
realized that Jeff wasn't the only man in the room with an
erection. The wildness of the dancing, and that
erection, rubbing against her, made her emotions surge. This
was fun! Knowing that nothing was going to happen, made it
exciting in a way she'd never felt when she danced with other men.
"You're being naughty," she gasped, when he pulled her hard against
"Sorry," he said, loud enough for Jeff to hear. "I can't help
it. You're a beautiful woman."
"Thank you," she said, also loud enough for Jeff to hear. "But I'm
"More's the pity," said Bobby, flinging her away from him, only to
bring her back and crush her to him again. "I'm envious of
"You just behave yourself," she said. "And maybe I'll ask him
if I can dance with you again."
"Oh, please do," said Bobby, as they swirled by Jeff.
Liz realized she hadn't been watching her husband, like she usually did
when something like this was going on. She looked at him now,
and felt an electric thrill go through her. He was rubbing
the front of his pants!
That song ended and she went back to sit on Jeff's lap. She
was panting again, and his hand went to her breast and squeezed.
"Are you having fun?" she asked.
"Ohhh baby, you have no idea," he moaned.
"He was being naughty," she whispered. "If I were
sitting on his lap, it would feel the same as yours does."
She wiggled her butt on Jeff's boner.
"Ohhhhh," he moaned.
"Should I dance with him again?" she asked.
"Yessss," he hissed.
Bobby had already put on another record. He didn't
ask for this dance. He just waited, while she got up and went
"He said I can dance with you again," she said in a voice that was
intended to carry to her husband. "Behave yourself,
"Yes ma'am," said Bobby.
This was a slow song, and he pulled her against him, putting both hands
on her bare back. He was anything but polite,
though, and his hands strayed, moving along her back, and onto her
barely covered butt. He made sure he was right in
front of Jeff, when both hands cupped her buttocks.
"Careful," she whispered in his ear.
He turned her, so she could turn her face to Jeff, who was almost
glassy-eyed now. The drink was in his right hand
again, and his left was pressing hard into his lap. He
drained the bourbon as she watched.
With something like shock, she realized that she had molded her body to
that of her dancing partner. His hands were pulling her loins
into that disturbing lump, and she felt the first seeping of what she'd
never felt when she'd danced with a man other than her
husband. She was getting exzcited. She was getting damp!
When that song was over, and she sat on Jeff's lap, he kissed her
hungrily. She didn't care about her lipstick any more, and
kissed him back, just as hard.
"Are you okay with this?" she asked, into his open mouth.
"I love this," he sighed.
"He was very naughty with me," she moaned.
"I loved that too," he whispered. "Are you turned on?"
"Yesss," she admitted.
"Dance with him again," he urged.
"He's touching me," she whined. "He's being so naughty!"
"I love it," he gasped, moving her to massage his stiff prick.
"If I dance with him again, he might touch me here!" she said, putting
her hand on top of his, which was on her breast.
"Ohhhhhh," he groaned.
"Do you want him to?" she whined.
"Ohhh honey," moaned her husband. "I can't help it.
Don't be mad at me."
"I'm not mad," she said, kissing him. "I'm doing this for you
... but I'm getting awfully excited. That's never happened
"We can send him away soon," said her husband.
"Yes," she whispered. "And then you can fuck
me. You might even make a baby in me tonight."
That wasn't technically true. She'd been finishing her period
when she'd called Bobby. It was highly
unlikely that she was fertile, but she wanted to give Jeff the best
birthday he'd ever had.
Her comment had the intended effect, though. Jeff squeezed
her breast harder, and thrust up against her bottom.
"Get me another drink first," he said. "Then dance with him,
and let him be naughty."
She hopped up, disturbed that she was so eager to do exactly what
he'd said. She hadn't expected to be this excited
by what was happening. Maybe it was because she was
so in touch with Jeff, while it was happening. As
she poured the drink, though, she thought about what might
happen. Bobby might touch her. Her
panties were definitely damp now. She wanted to think it was
just perspiration ... from the dancing ... but her belly told her
Bobby had waited for her ... just standing beside the record
player. She handed Jeff his drink, and he tossed off half of
it before the music even started. She knew he wouldn't get
drunk. It would take three or four before that would happen.
The music started. It was heavy with drumbeats, a throbbing
rhythm that she felt in her bones. When he pulled
her against him, her mouth went to his ear.
"He says you can touch me," she whispered.
"How do you feel about that?" he asked calmly. He
sounded so completely normal. Any other man would have groped
her already. She realized, suddenly, that she wasn't
"handling" him at all. It was the other way around.
He was sticking to the plan, while she was way too excited to feel his
hands on her.
"I want him to be happy," she whispered.
"Is it okay if I make you happy too?" he asked.
She didn't know what that meant, but her euphoria at this working out
so well made her pass over that.
"Of course," she said, not really knowing what that meant.
For the first third of the song, he danced with her like anyone would
have danced with her, holding her close. Then, when they were
right in front of Jeff, he stopped, and moved behind her, pulling her
against him. She felt his obvious erection in her butt, and
his hands went to her waist, just swaying her back and forth, in front
His hands went to her stomach, and moved, in alternating
circles. She didn't know what to do with her hands, but
simply put them on his. The circles got bigger, and suddenly
his hands were cupping her breasts. She hissed, as strange
hands mauled her tender orbs.
She looked down at Jeff, looking up. His mouth was hanging
open. The half of his drink that was left was on the end
table beside him, and his hand was rubbing hard in his lap.
"Ohhhhh Jeff," she moaned. "He's being very naughty with
"Oh baby," gasped Jeff.
Bobby's hands went back down, pulling out from under hers, to her
thighs. He dragged the dress up as he rubbed up the
fronts of her thighs. Jeff's eyes went to where her
panties were almost visible.
"Higher," he whispered.
Bobby's hands went down and his fingers grasped the hem of the dress,
lifting it until the front of it was gathered around her waist, and her
hips were clearly visible. He held it there for a
few seconds, then let it drop. He slid his hands back, over
her hips, and up to where the dress gave him access to her
sides. She was shocked as he slid his hands inside her dress,
and looked down to see his hands slide up onto her naked breasts, under
Jeff hissed again.
"Oooooo baby," she whined. "He's touching my breasts!"
"I know," groaned Jeff. "Does it feel good?"
"Yessss," she moaned. "I can't help it Jeff! I'm sorry, but it feels good!"
Leaving his left hand where it was, Bobby extracted his right, and
moved it down, and under her dress, to slide up her thigh
again. She jerked as his fingers cupped her pussy through the
"Ahhhh," she groaned, feeling him press, and feeling the delight of
"What's he doing, baby?" gasped Jeff, leaning forward.
"He's touching meeee," she whined.
Jeff's hands came out, and he lifted the dress, so he could see.
Bobby had heard, "He says you can touch me," from the lips of this
woman. It was only natural that he thought of this
as "touching". It wasn't what she'd meant, but he didn't know
that. It wasn't what Jeff had meant either ...
technically. But the fact was that this was exactly
what Jeff's fantasies involved ... another man abusing his wife ...
getting her hot ... and then Jeff taking over to cool her
off. When nobody raised an outcry, Bobby did the
next most logical thing.
He slid his hand up to her belly, and dipped it into her
panties. Her husband's face was less than a foot away, as he
slid his middle finger through puffy, wet pussy lips, mauling her
clitty, and dipped it inside her, where no man's finger, other than
Jeff's, had been, since she'd graduated high school. Her string of failed relationships, before marrying Jeff had been precisely because she refused to "mess around" with any man who wasn't committed to marrying her. She'd kiss a boyfriend, and maybe let him fondle her breasts, but that was all.
Her cry of relief astonished her. If she'd been
given time to think about this, she would have slapped Bobby for even
thinking about doing this. But now, in the heat of
passion, with her husband holding up her dress ... actually assisting
this ... her clitty did her thinking for her.
The orgasm she hadn't planned on having hit her like a ton of
bricks. The thick finger, wiggling in her pussy, sending
those electric shocks from her clit to the nipple he was squeezing with
his left hand, left her so weak that he was actually holding her up
with the finger buried in her pussy. She sobbed
with a mixture of relief and shame, as she welcomed that orgasm ... and
the finger in her pussy that was giving it to her.
That lasted only as long as her orgasm, though. When that was
winding down, she felt almost rage that she had been manipulated by
this man, who had promised not to do anything she didn't want done.
Her hand went to his wrist and gripped it, pulling savagely.
"Let me go!" she barked.
His hands slid away from her instantly and she collapsed onto her
"Get out!" she growled. "Only my husband can touch me like
Without a word, Bobby backed up. He picked up his shoes and,
went to the door. He opened it and turned his face toward the
couple in the chair.
"You're a very lucky man, Jeff," he said, yone last time.
And then he left.
Liz lay sated and happy. Jeff was snoring beside
her. He had been like an animal after Bobby left.
She'd never be able to wear that dress again, because the zipper was
ruined. He had pounded her. Even if she'd demanded
he wear a rubber, it wouldn't have happened. He'd never been
that insistent ... that demanding. She couldn't
know that her honest anger at Bobby had transmitted to him, and that
that, too, fit his fantasy perfectly. She did want
only Jeff. She had obviously been having a good time with the
man ... but she had taken Jeff to bed, and let him spurt into her
She could have no idea that this had opened new doors in her
relationship with Jeff. It wouldn't be until they talked
about it later, that she'd realize just how great she had made his
"Are you mad at me?" she asked him, when they woke.
"Of course not," he said, cupping her naked breast.
"Did you have fun?" she asked.
"I had the best time of my life," he said.
"He wasn't supposed to go that far," she sighed.
"It was perfect," he sighed back.
"Really?" she was astonished.
"I thought I showed you how perfect it was last night," he
said. "Do I need to show you again?"
"Oh, please do," she moaned.
He wasn't quite as wild as he had been the night before, but he made it
very clear he was still excited. He lasted longer this time
too. He just mounted her again. Neither
of them mentioned a rubber, and she let him spurt in her
again. After all, last night's spend was still inside her.
"I'm so glad it worked out," she sighed, as they relaxed again.
"How much did that cost?" he asked.
"I don't actually know," she said. "He just said that if it
worked out, I could pay him whatever I thought it was worth."
"Well, it sure worked out," he sighed. "You were
right. This is a lot better than going out to a bar
"I'm glad you're happy," she said, kissing him.
"Do you think you'll ever want to make me happy like that again?" he
"With him?" She was shocked.
"Why not?" asked Jeff. "He was perfect."
"He went too far," she said.
"No he didn't," said Jeff.
"But I had an orgasm!" she moaned.
"That was what made it so hot," he whispered.
"You liked that part?" She was astonished.
"I liked that part," he said firmly.
She felt something like panic shoot through her. She'd liked
that part too. She just hadn't wanted to admit it.
Her anger, though directed at him, in telling him to get out, had
really been at herself, for loving that orgasm.
"But I won't ask you to do that again, if it makes you upset," Jeff
"I never thought about doing it again," she said. "This was
just for your birthday." Her voice was tentative. "I just
wanted to make you feel good."
Jeff's thought processes were complicated. What got him going
was the danger involved in another man making his wife feel
good. Bobby had been right, though Jeff didn't think about it
as completely as Bobby had. What Jeff wanted, more
than anything else, was for her to keep choosing him, even though other
men made her feel good. It had made him feel powerful, when
she told the other man to leave, and that she belonged only to
Jeff. He had almost ... but not quite ... shot off
in his pants at that moment. The juxtaposition of
his wife, who had clearly had an orgasm from Bobby's manipulations,
choosing to mate with Jeff, instead of this other man, was what made
him feel complete. Though Liz had no idea of this,
Jeff wouldn't have cared if Bobby had fucked her ... as long as she
didn't go home with Bobby, and chose to stay with Jeff. That
tug of war, which depended completely on Liz's will, was what made this
dangerous game so satisfying. His first wife had
failed him ... had been weak ... had succumbed to the other man's
charms. But Liz had passed the test.
She'd had a good time ... had been obviously erotically involved ...
but had stayed with her husband. That fact put Jeff
on cloud nine.
"You did make me feel good, Baby," he said, squeezing her breast again.
"I'm glad," she sighed.
"That's why I think we should hire him again," said her husband.
Jeff and Liz didn't head willy nilly into this new
relationship. They talked about it, in very stark and clear
terms. Jeff didn't tell her how far he was willing to let her
go. Part of that was because he didn't want her to pull
back. Part of it was because, subconsciously, he wanted her
to be exposed to honest seduction ... and still choose him.
But, overall, their conversation was plain. She
told him how far she was comfortable going, (which had changed,
somewhat compared to what she would have said she was comfortable with
a week ago,) and he told her what kind of scenarios he found exciting.
When she called Bobby, the first thing she did was apologize to him.
"I'm sorry I yelled at you," she said, when he answered the
phone. "I have a check for you."
"I may have misunderstood how far you two wanted things to go," he
"I thought so too ... then," she said. "It turns out that
what happened was perfect."
"Really?" he said. "I'm happy for you."
"Jeff wants to know if you'd ... um ... be willing to help us some
"Sure," he said. "I don't know him very well, but I like him."
"What about me?" she asked. She immediately wished
she hadn't said it.
He laughed. "I like you too. I had a good time too,
"Yes," she said, still rattled. "I could feel
that." It occurred to her that, after all that had
happened, she had been able to find an outlet for the passion he had
built up in her ... but he had just been chased out ... into the dark,
"I hope running you off like that didn't cause you any ... um ...
discomfort," she said. She immediately hit her forehead with
her palm. Why did this man make her act so stupid?
"It was no problem," he said. "I have other
In fact, Bobby had gone home that night and spent the night with his
mother, who got the full benefit of what Liz had built up in him.
"Oh!" said Liz. She'd already forgotten that he did this ...
professionally? Now that she thought about it ... he had been
quite professional. He'd certainly gotten her
going, when she hadn't intended that to happen at all! She suddenly remembered him saying he knew how to take care of a woman. "Of
course," she added.
"What did you have in mind?" he asked.
"We can talk about that when you come by to pick up the check," she
"Sounds good to me," said Bobby.
Bobby stood behind the counter of the Sinclair service station, owned
and operated by Jeff Sinderson. He wondered if
things weren't getting a little strange, but what they wanted seemed
It was the fourth of July, late in the evening, and the station had
only been open for gas. The employees had the day off, and
Jeff ran things. Bobby had come in late in the day, dressed
like he might work there. Jeff was in the garage,
puttering around with a car. Bobby was his "assistant" for
the evening, but all he'd done was pump a little gas. Jeff
trusted him with his wife, but not his money. Whenever
someone paid for anything, Bobby stepped aside, and Jeff came in and
smiled and made change.
Jeff came into the office, looked at his watch, and flipped the sign in
the window from the "Open" side to the "Closed - Sorry We Missed You"
side. He hadn't said much to Bobby, and everything
he had said would have been normal stock for any boss talking to one of
his employees. After turning over the sign, he went back into
Right on cue, Liz pulled into the station, driving her car to one of
the garage doors. Bobby heard it scrape open. By
the time he walked into the shop, the door was closed again.
Liz got out of the car. She was wearing a white bikini, with
a shirt on over it, unbuttoned. She had on dark glasses.
"I need my tires checked," she said.
Jeff was nowhere to be seen, but Bobby knew he was watching.
He was the one, according to Liz, who had come up with the little
one-act play that was happening ... had started when Liz
arrived. She had been a little embarrassed to tell
him about it, but his calm acceptance of the plan had reassured her.
Bobby looked her up and down, in a way he normally wouldn't
have. It wasn't hard. She looked great in the
bikini. She folded her arms and tapped her toe
"We're closed, ma'am," said Bobby.
"But I need my tires checked!" she insisted. "I think one of
them is low."
"Look, lady," said Bobby, playing his part. "It's been a long
day. It's a holiday and I had to work, and now we're
closed. There's a place down the road that can check your
"It's so hot," she complained. "I don't want to go somewhere
else. Isn't there anything I could do to get you to check
"Sure," said Bobby. "You could kiss me."
"That's ridiculous!" said Liz. "I'm married!"
"Then why isn't your husband checking your tires?" asked Bobby, wiping
his hands with a rag, even though they didn't need it.
"He's a busy man," said Liz. "Please ... just check my tires."
"We're closed," said Bobby, his voice firm.
Liz dithered for a minute, stepping from one foot to the other.
"All right," she sighed. "But just a kiss ... and then you
check my tires!"
Bobby stepped up to her and took her in his arms.
Liz knew he was going to kiss her. She expected that, because
that had been discussed. What she didn't expect was
the kind of kiss she got. When Bobby's lips pressed
against hers, and his strong arms crushed her to him, the electricity
she felt in his lips and embrace was more than she was prepared
for. Her lips softened, and his tongue pushed into
her mouth. Within seconds, she was kissing him
back, caught up in the embrace.
She was also expecting his hand to go to her
breast. That had been discussed too. She
was supposed to object. What she wasn't
prepared for was for Bobby to push the shirt back, off her shoulders,
which pulled her elbows back, making her arms basically useless to
defend herself with. Then, when he pushed her back
onto the hood of the car, her feet became useless as well.
With her arms pinned at her sides, the panting woman looked up at Bobby
through eyes that had panic in them that wasn't rehearsed.
His hand went casually to the bikini top, pulled and lifted, and
suddenly, her breasts were naked, pushing up into the air.
"What are you doing?" she gasped.
"I knew they'd be gorgeous," said Bobby, just looking at them.
"You can't do this!" she yelled. "I'm married!"
"Of course I can do this," he said, leaning over her.
He licked one of her thrusting nipples, and she
moaned. After licking the other, he sucked it into
his mouth and pulled at it.
"Aaaaahhhhhhh!" she moaned. "You can't do this ... please
don't do this ... waaaaaaa!" she whined.
He worked her breasts over for five minutes, during which Liz began to
forget that this was just a game.
"It feels so gooood," she moaned. "But you can't ... please
... I love my husband."
"I bet you do," said Bobby. "And I bet he loves this lush
body of yours too, baby."
He put his hand on her stomach, and began inching it down.
Liz, feeling so good already, felt real terror as she thought about
how, in a few minutes, she would cum on his finger again. Her
legs flopped, and she realized she was actually spreading them for
him. Clamping down on her emotions, she closed her legs.
"Please!" she groaned, really begging him now. "Don't do
this! I'm faithful to my husband!"
"Don't do what?" asked Bobby, grinning.
He slid his hand into her bikini bottom. She was wet ...
slick ... and her legs opened for him.
"Eeeeeee!" screamed Liz, as she felt the welcome fingers of his hand
probing her sex. His mouth went down on her nipples again,
and he fucked her with his fingers. She flopped and came
within a minute, moaning and crying the whole time. He waited
until she was finished, and pulled his hand out, holding it up to look
at his glistening fingers.
"I bet you taste good," he said, his voice rough. He licked
and sucked her juices off his fingers. "Yup," he
said, grinning. "You do. I bet you'd feel
good wrapped around my cock too."
"No!" she gasped. "Not that ... anything but that!" Her voice
was a hoarse scream.
"What will you do for me?" he said. "You got me going, lady."
"I'll touch you!" she moaned. "I'll touch you ... but don't
make me be unfaithful to my husband."
Bobby seemed to think about it for a few seconds, and then took his
hand off her. She almost slid off the car onto the dirty
floor, and Bobby jumped to help her.
"Sorry," he said, under his breath.
"It's okay," she panted back, quietly. "I just didn't expect to
cum like that."
"You want to quit?" he whispered.
She bit her lip. The problem was that she didn't want to
stop. But Jeff was watching, and they'd done everything he'd
asked, thus far. There was only one more thing to do, and
then he'd take her home. The thought of that made the
excitement of the forbidden thing she'd just allowed come back.
"No," she said softly.
Bobby didn't question her further. Their whispered exchange
had taken only seconds. He grabbed the fender protector that
had been placed nearby for this very purpose, and spread it on the
floor. When he stood up he saw she had removed the shirt, and
put it on the hood of the car, but hadn't covered her breasts.
"We wouldn't want your pretty knees to get all dirty, and your husband
to ask you how that happened," he said loudly.
She got on her knees, and Bobby stepped up.
"Don't make me do this," she moaned, her voice filling the shop.
"You offered, baby," said Bobby.
Her hands went to his zipper, and pulled it down.
She was momentarily stymied by the fact that his jeans were tight, and
his prick was hard. She felt a little thrill as she realized
he was hard for her. Then she felt a little stab of guilt,
for being thrilled that this man obviously wanted
her. She remembered his offer to let her stop, and
felt something like gratitude to him. That
frustration ... that mix of jumbled up emotions ... made her attack his
belt, which wasn't in the script. She got his jeans
open and pulled at them, almost viciously. His underwear and
jeans suddenly slid down, off his hips, and his erection popped up
right in front of her face.
As she had been unprepared for the kiss, and the speed with which his
fingers brought her to orgasm, she was also unprepared for what stood
out from his body, inches from her face. Jeff, like
most men, was circumcised. She was intimately familiar with
his penis, and had spent long minutes examining it, and holding it in
her hand. She had expected something
similar. But Bobby's penis looked so completely
different that it froze her. She stared at it in
shock. Where Jeff's was ridged and curvy, almost bumpy,
Bobby's looked uniformly smooth along its length.
It looked bigger, somehow. Her hand went to it, in
an unconscious attempt to measure it. The feel was
similar, in terms of the warmth of it, and the hard, yet soft texture,
and she saw that about the same amount stuck out of her hand as when
she gripped Jeff's. It wasn't really
bigger. It just looked bigger, for some reason.
Jeff's also had a bend in it, to his left, but this one was
straight as an arrow. She leaned forward, and was
amazed to feel her hand moving, even though her grip on the skin was
tight. She was amazed even more as the tip was
suddenly uncovered, almost like magic, right before her eyes.
That looked more like Jeff's, and she pushed harder, to find that, when
the loose skin was pushed all the way back, it did look like Jeff's.
"That's nice," said Bobby. "Do that some more."
She kept her grip tight, something she couldn't do with Jeff, and
pulled forward. The loose skin in front of her hand bunched,
and slid forward, to cover the tip again. It made a wrinkled
little "O" at the tip that looked like flabby lips, almost.
"Kiss it," said Bobby.
That wasn't in the script.
"No," she said.
"Aww, come on, baby, your husband will never know. Just give it a
little kiss ... a little suck, maybe."
"No!" she said. "I said I'd touch it ... but not
"Well come on and touch it then," complained Bobby. "I'm
"I am touching it," she insisted, moving it back and forth again,
She was amazed at how smoothly that skin slid back and forth.
To get her hand to slide like this on Jeff's penis, she'd have to use
oil. But she could grip this one tightly, and it still slid
effortlessly back and forth. She knew, from doing this to
Jeff, that she needed to go fast, so she sped up.
"Ohhh yeah," groaned Bobby. "That's it ... just like that."
She was supposed to move it to one side, when it spurted.
That hadn't been discussed, but when Jeff had asked her to masturbate
Bobby, she'd just decided to do that. She hadn't looked
forward to this part. She'd expected to find it distasteful,
actually. Now, though, as she felt the hard thing moving
inside her grip, she realized it wasn't distasteful at
all. Bobby had played his role perfectly.
He'd been so convincing that she'd felt real fear in
places. He'd seen that fear ... recognized her
weakness ... helped her ... offered to let her stop.
She decided that, especially after the last time, when she'd thrown him
out after obviously getting him so excited, he deserved this
orgasm. It was with that attitude that she worked on his
prick, biting her lower lip gently between pearly white teeth in
concentration, as she watched the tip appear and then disappear.
"Uhhhh," grunted Bobby. "Yeah!" He held his hips
stock still, even though she could see the muscles bunch and
strain. She saw, briefly, a drop of something clear appear,
and soak into the little lips that she made each time she brought her
hand toward her face. She felt the insane urge to kiss those odd, circular, puckered
'lips', as he had asked her to. She loved sucking Jeff's
prick. She knew, somehow, that she'd like having this one,
with its loose skin, in her mouth too. She pushed
that away, and her hand moved frantically.
"Ohhhh yeeeahhh!" groaned Bobby.
The first thick stream of white surprised her. Her bikini top
was still up above her breasts, and that stream hit her between that,
and her chin, on her upper chest. She thought of
several things at once. The first thing she thought of was
how warm it was. Jeff had only spurted on her body that one time, when he wasn't wearing a condom. It had been so sudden ... happened so quickly, she couldn't remember what it was like. The next thing that popped into her mind was
that it was dripping downward, toward her bikini top, and that it might
stain it. The hand gripping him moved downward, and
the next spurt landed on her right breast. Her other hand
went to her chest to scoop up the first splatter, so it wouldn't get on
her bikini top.
The next thing she knew, her breasts were dripping with Bobby's spunk.
They hadn't thought this part out and there was no towel handy for
Bobby to give Liz. Jeff appeared out of nowhere -
they hadn't even seen where he'd been hiding while he watched - and he
thrust a towel at Liz.
"Thanks," he panted to Bobby.
Liz realized she was still gripping Bobby's penis, as it softened in
her hand. She let go and took the towel. Bobby
stepped back and pulled his jeans up. Refastening them, he
looked at Liz, to gauge her reaction. She was staring at her
breasts, and wiping at them, though, so he couldn't see her face.
"You want me to lock up?" asked Bobby, as Jeff helped his wife to her
feet. She looked around, her eyes seeming to be unfocused.
"Yeah," panted Jeff. "Thanks. All you have to do is
lock the garage door, and pull the office door closed when you
leave. It will lock by itself."
In his haste, Jeff went to the garage door and it rocketed up, with Liz
still standing there, her breasts bare. Bobby reached to pull
her bikini top down over her breasts. She began helping him,
finally, and reached to get her shirt, though she didn't put it
on. Jeff ran back to the driver's side of her car and got in,
while Bobby ushered her to the passenger side and put her in the front
seat. The tires slid on the grimy shop floor as Jeff
accelerated backwards, and then slid again on the driveway as he took
off toward home.
Bobby sighed, closed the garage door, and went out the office door to
get to his car.
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