The Lies You Tell the Others
(and the lies you tell yourself)
4 -- Banished!
"I made him cum twice. Once in my mouth, once inside my pussy. Now it's my turn."
Michelle provided this capsule summary to Alben, of her time spent alone with Dennis in his small interior cabin. The latter's wife Zoey was atop Alben, humping him on the king size bed of this luxury two-bedroom suite. Michelle had let herself back into the suite, quickly stripped naked again, and gone into the bathroom to retrieve her vibrator. Lilith and her boy toy were nowhere in sight. Now in the inner bedroom, with the dildo buzzing against her clit, watching the other woman's big tits bounce vigorously as she humped the man of her dreams, Michelle fumed. The night was still young; it was only 1 a.m.
Zoey's reply to the report was minimal. "Good for you."
"Took him a long time, the second one," Michelle elaborated. "He even went down on me."
Alben was likewise too distracted to offer more than a brief reaction. "He ever do that for you?" he asked the woman riding him.
"Not in ages," Zoey said.
"Guess he liked what I gave him, then," Michelle said, unwilling to let pass a chance to slip the verbal needle to her rival. Getting no response to that, she added wistfully, "that looks hot."
"I know," the younger woman panted.
"I go away for three hours," the flat-chested one fumed in jest, "and you're still fucking my husb-, uh, fiancé?"
Zoey, facing her because she was in a Reverse Cowgirl position, slowed her pace just a little, looked her in the eye, and snickered. "I'm drunk as fuck. So I can't be held responsible for my actions. Shut up, Bird Legs."
She did not in fact sound especially drunk. And that was a nickname only Alben used, so it hurt that he had broken a confidence by divulging it. "I'm only joking," Michelle said guardedly. "I knew exactly what he had in mind. He and I do it like that, all the time."
"You did it like this with Dennis?"
"Sure."
"Liar. He always wants to be on top. Half and half is the height of his imagination."
"We did a lot of things. I don't remember every single one."
Actually, almost the entire account she'd given was a fabrication. She had indeed spent five minutes on top sucking him to a passable erection, then two minutes underneath him in missionary position to completion. Just the one orgasm for him, and of course none for her. She spent the better part of the rest of the three hours watching various porn vids he put on, wishing she'd brought her magic wand with her. During each of the movies, he had fallen asleep, only to awaken when she tried to leave. With the whiskey halfway out of his system at last, he had gone into deep, normal slumber for good.
"Must not have been too great, if you're using that buzzer," Zoey sneered.
"It was great. It's just that I'm, you know, insatiable. Just ask Alben. Isn't that right, sweetheart?"
"Uh, no, I don't actually care about that," the other woman replied, still humping at a leisurely pace. "One thing I don't get, though. How did you signal him?"
"What do you mean?" Michelle responded innocently. "Signal Dennis?"
"No, your guy. How did you fix it, so we all walked in just when big boy Willard was about to finish inside your mouth?"
"I'll never tell."
Alben got up enough on his elbows to look at Michelle without disturbing Zoey. "Sure you can. Tell her." He lay back down.
Michelle shrugged. "I just turned off my BlackBerry."
"Your what? Are you talking about fruit, or, what?" Zoey asked. "Or is that slang for something dirty? Suck your blackberries?" Although Michelle's nipples were small and hard like little berries, with hardly any areola surrounding them when erect, they were not nearly dark enough to be described as black.
"It's a pager. Like a phone, kind of. I took my clothes off, then stopped to turn off my BlackBerry. Told Willard I didn't want any interruptions."
"What does shutting down a phone, or whatever you call it, do?" Zoey began working her own nipples with her palms as she pleasured the man underneath herself with her cunt.
Alben replied from his supine position. "I know someone. He installed a program on mine that lets me track hers."
"You can do that? Must be smart." Her words came out in staccato bursts while she bounced on his pelvis.
"It's all just computer chips inside, you know. They're working on wireless phones that will connect to the World Wide Web. So you can use a browser. Next year maybe? That's what he says. Soon anyway."
"I have no idea what you're talking about," Zoey said breezily. "Sorry I even asked. But I thought it was hilarious seeing her make a fool of herself. Now shut up. You make stupid pillow talk. I want to concentrate."
"Don't talk to him like that," Michelle chided her.
"I'll talk to your boyfriend any way I want. He's my boyfriend, now." After a dozen more downward thrusts upon his cock, she remarked, "you know, normally it would be creepy to have somebody watch. To have you looking right at me. But I'm enjoying this. I took your boyfriend away from you, and there's not a goddamn thing you can do about it except watch. Is there?"
"Stick with me, and I'll show you off to every man who wants to watch," Alben chuckled. "My pet loves that."
"Maybe I could get into it," the woman on top of him replied.
Michelle moved the dildo from her clit and shut it off. "It was supposed to be for just for last night. I'm back now."
Zoey performed a half-dozen more thrusts at double the pace, then slowed back down again. Her boobs, bouncing freely even under gentler circumstances, agitated wildly during this frenzy, and she knew it was not an attractive look to anyone except a diehard tit man. It made her think. "Y'know, you remind me of somebody. Back in high school. She never developed. Taller than you, but then who isn't. Flat as a pancake. Probably still is. We called her Titless too. Same as your boyfriend does. She never could keep a boyfriend either."
"I nursed two infants," Michelle said defensively, setting the vibrator down in front of herself on the bed. "My boobs work just fine." She wore an A-cup bra, but her breasts were not literally flat.
"Keep telling yourself that, Titless," the other one smirked. "I've got four kids, I fed them all, good and proper, and still got my figure. Still got a nice tight pussy too."
"Your tits are saggy."
"Keep telling yourself that, Titless. Your man likes 'em."
"Don't call me that."
"What? You like Horseface better?"
Michelle knew better than to continue this line of discussion. Alben had apparently shared two uncomplimentary nicknames he rarely used on her. She watched the curvy woman hump her man for a few seconds more but couldn't restrain herself any longer. She plopped herself down on the king-size bed beside him, and commented, "I know you like it, but it isn't very romantic this way, is it? Her facing the other direction? Wanna kiss while she does it?" She picked up her vibrator and turned it back on. "I love you."
"Turn that toy off. It's distracting," Alben told her, then turned his head away from her. Michelle shut off the noise and put the device down again, then tried to initiate some physical contact with his chest, which he rebuffed as well. He didn't say anything else in response to her, or to anything really, for over two minutes, surrounded by his bliss. So she just lay there beside him, close enough to feel his warmth but not so close as to actually touch him and risk incurring his wrath further.
But eventually he pushed at Zoey's buttocks, first to indicate to stop humping, and then to get her to dismount him entirely. "This is good, but it's not working anymore," he announced to his sex partner.
"My turn," Michelle said quickly.
"No, I just want to change things up."
"I'm surprised you're still going at this hour, after Lilith had you first," Michelle remarked to him. "You're not usually this frisky. And I figured Willard would have taken care of her."
Zoey climbed off him as directed and lay down on the other side of him from Michelle. "Oh," she explained, "the Amazon woman got mad about some stupid thing, a few minutes after you did your lesbian thing on her and then you and Dennis left. Plus, the big boy couldn't actually get it up again, after the stupid ruined orgasm trick she played on him while you were doing her. And after her making such a stink about dick size, she didn't actually have any interest in Big Daddy after all. Then she was mad at me about it, for some reason. They both left, after all that talk, and Big Daddy here still had his hard-on, same for me and my lady hard-on, heh. So I had him all to myself. You can fill in the blanks, I'm sure. Until you had to invite yourself back that is. You were supposed to spend the night."
"I wore your guy out."
"Yeah, how'd you like his corkscrew dick? You could open a wine bottle with it if it could stay hard. I think the doctor calls it Pee-ronies or something."
"Didn't bother me. Felt great once it was inside. Sorry if you don't like dicks, of any size or shape. But I came back because I like my man's dick better and I knew he would still be interested. He likes to cum twice, three times sometimes. He lasts longer after the first. That's how I like it."
