The Lies You Tell the Others
(and the lies you tell yourself)
3 - Caught in the Act
"This isn't what it looks like," Michelle protested.
"Willard!" Lilith cried out. "I'm surprised at you." It was a rather mild rebuke, considering the situation she had just encountered.
"Oh, I'd say it's *exactly* what it looks like, honey," voluptuous Zoey remarked dryly in response to Michelle's claim.
"Well! We wondered what became of the both of you!" Michelle's partner, last to enter the room, replied jovially.
"Heh, you don't seem too surprised, Alben," stout Dennis said to their host. "But then, you know your girl best."
Michelle arose from her kneeling position in front of the very tall man who was at least two decades younger than herself. She reached over to the dresser and picked up her large, round prescription glasses and put them on to have a better look at who had come in. Except for those bookish looking frames she was naked head to toe. She may have seemed flustered by being caught in the act, yet she took no pains to obstruct the view they had of her petite and trim body, nor did she show concern that the door behind them to the passageway hadn't yet closed. Of course all but Lilith had seen her in this state of undress before, so that could have been a factor.
Twentyish Willard, on the other hand, was visibly mortified. His back to the others, he had immediately bent at the waist trying to pull his trousers up from his ankles, after freeing himself from the grasp of Michelle who wouldn't let go, without even turning to ascertain who the intruders might be or exactly how many there were. He had been moments from ejaculation, and his very erect cock still strained in search of his navel with his every move as he now straightened up and struggled to close the top of his stylish pants. His heavy balls momentarily got caught up in the jumble of fabric, metal, and other flesh; needing to push the pants down slightly to try again only added to his consternation.
Having been engrossed in what they were doing - one focused on giving, the other on enjoying - neither had seemingly noticed the muted conversation echoing in the corridor outside the two-bedroom suite. Nor, apparently, had they heard the electronic whir when Alben's card key unlocked the door. They registered awareness only when the door actually opened and their respective partners, plus one other couple, entered. Even at that, Michelle had tried to continue, to bring him to climax, with singular determination until he had pulled away.
Unlike the unfamiliar penises Michelle had encountered the previous two days, this specimen was admirably large and desirably solid. It was essentially as long as that of her own lover, was nearly as thick proportionately, and with three decades' worth less mileage was not as prone to fluctuations in rigidity during relations, although she had not yet had enough of a chance to put this last trait to the test. A cynic might have supposed that the difference in their respective degrees of chagrin at being discovered was due at least in part to her being much less conventionally attractive than him; that, to be frank, Michelle had successfully seduced a sculpted, potent young man whom Lilith was surely proud to claim as her lover, while conversely he had allowed himself to be cheaply lured by a middle-aged woman who might charitably be called 'plain,' 'gaunt' and 'minimally endowed', who had forthrightly offered and then made good on her word to give him what he wanted without qualm or coyness. She had in a sense won a zero-sum game -- and he had lost, facing potentially severe consequences now.
"Oh, well, yeah, I kind of had a guess," the older gentleman acknowledged to the thirtyish tradesman. "It was one of the possibilities, anyway."
"Hey, don't feel like you have to stop on our account," Zoey joshed. "Let him lie down on the bed, and then really make a fool of yourself."
"It was only foreplay," Michelle contended, frustration evident in her voice. "Kissing, really, that's all. On his balls, mostly. I wasn't gonna let him cum in my mouth, I swear. I didn't even put it in my mouth. Not exactly."
"That's not what it looked like. Don't bullshit us," Zoey said. "Remember, I watched you last night?"
"As though you aren't willing to do the same?" Michelle shot back.
"Not ten seconds after walking into a bedroom, I don't," the busty one replied.
Before Michelle could object that they had been up there at least a few minutes longer than that, Willard spoke for himself at last. "Don't lie on my behalf, Michelle. Here's the truth, Princess. I did let her do more than kiss my scrotum," the young man confessed somewhat formally, contradicting his accomplice's testimony. "I let her use her hand and then her mouth on me. She started, stopped, then started. You know."
"Edging," Lilith noted, and he nodded in agreement. "Come here."
"What's edging?" Michelle asked.
"I'll explain later," Alben said.
"What you were doing," Willard explained tersely to her almost at the same time, having finally finished zipping and now moving toward his own lover, leaving naked Michelle standing to face the others in whatever degree of shame she felt. "Starting, then stopping just before I can finish." He didn't explain the heightened pleasure of any eventual orgasm. He turned again to Lilith. "She led me up here, and then she went much farther than I expected. She even kissed me and said she loved me before she started."
Michelle, for her part, turned again to Zoey, who was blocking her access to Alben in this narrow room of the suite. "What are you two even doing here?" she hissed. "That was supposed to be just for last night."
"I'm up for a return engagement, honey. And your boyfriend seems *up* for it too." She snickered at her double entendre and gave his backside a caress. "And Dennis wants to give you a try."
"There's no excuse, Thrall," Lilith, fully six-feet tall herself and Nordic blonde, told her even taller young man face to face. "I thought you and I had reached an understanding about your fixation. It's a nasty, infantile habit. Your training obviously isn't as complete as I thought."
"Yeah, ball sucking? I don't buy it either," Alben said, his tone more amused than angry. "I know you better than that, Chelle." He put his hand on Zoey's shoulder and said to her, of Michelle, "just thought she'd be smarter than to bring him up here. It's like she wanted to be caught."
"It was his idea," the painfully skinny woman insisted to Lilith.
"No, Princess, she instigated," Willard said defensively, even while affecting an air of contrition with eyes cast downward.
"Aw," his athletic older lover said, as though to a kindergartner, "did the mean lady compel you to endure the agony of kisses and then a blow job? Did you not even consider the consequences? No protection? You don't know where she's been. You might have an infection now."
"No, I was just," naked Michelle began, then finished lamely with, "okay, I admit I had it in my mouth. For barely a minute, that's all. But I don't have any diseases. And, I didn't force him. *He* forced *me*." She pointed somewhat redundantly at Willard.
"Is that so?" Lilith mused. Addressing the young man, she continued, "we four were all having a good time at karaoke, weren't we?, And then you and she had to sneak up here to start things early? We're going back to our room, you and I, and *discuss* this breach of yours, in greater detail," Lilith's choice of the word "discuss" seemed to convey deeper meaning than a mere conversation.
"No, it isn't true. I didn't force anything," he swore. "But it's nobody's fault but my own. I followed her up here. I let her. I'm so, so sorry, Princess."
"You're quite certain? No use of force? No coercion?" He nodded in confirmation. "Then that's good enough for me."
"He had his hand on the back of my head," Michelle clarified. "He forced me."
Lilith turned and admonished the slightly older woman. "His word is his bond. My thrall would never force himself upon anyone, and you, madam, are quibbling."
Michelle bit her lower lip for a second and changed her tack. "This is so embarrassing. Getting caught sucking a cock. Zelda's right. I've made a fool of myself. And you must think I'm some kind of slut." She looked over toward Alben more so than to the woman she had wronged. She placed both hands over the middle of her own broad but short-cropped triangle of pubic hair, ostensibly to cover her private parts for the first time since she had been walked in on. But it was evident she was simultaneously probing her cleft with two fingers. She made no particular attempt to cover her A-cup breasts, with their small pebbly nipples that pointed upward and advertised a certain degree of arousal.
"It's Zoey," corrected the curvy one.
"Tell our new friend you're sorry," Alben directed his lover of two years. "And that you want to make it up to her now."
"What I think of you," Lilith said haughtily in response to the little woman's confession, "is best left unsaid. Come, Thrall," she said turning her head now toward her man. "We're leaving. You've ruined everything."
"I'm sorry," Michelle mumbled. "I didn't mean to suck his cock. It just happened."
