Caught In The Act 120

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."

"No, don't go," plump Dennis said in support of Michelle. "She was only letting him have fun."

"How can anyone accidentally blow a guy?" Alben chimed in. "Anyway, Lilith, she said she's sorry. She's simply addicted to sucking cock. And Dennis here still wants to get to know you better. Let her finish what she started with your boy toy. And let's take turns, ourselves. I'm ready for round two, with this one." He went beyond kneading Zoey's shoulders and reached around to caress her magnificent jugs.

"Okay, okay, I sucked his cock, for real, and you already saw me do it," Michelle stated again, somewhat belaboring the point. She didn't even attempt to disguise any longer that she was masturbating. She tried to move around Zoey to reach Alben but neither of them tried to make that easy.

"That you did, Pet," her mate agreed. "You must feel pretty low about what you've done, huh?"

"I'm so horny, sweetheart. I'm a bad girl, aren't I? I can't go any lower in everyone's eyes." She paused and added hopefully, "I suppose I'll have to do you now in front of everybody. As punishment."

"Get away," her rival told her. "I'm with him tonight."

"No, I said," Lilith repeated to the other four. "We're leaving,"

Michelle finally squeezed over to Alben's side and got up on tiptoe to try to kiss the six-foot tall man. "Well, I did it, sweetheart," she said quietly. "I really did it." But he rebuffed her advance and turned his back on her to face Zoey more directly. "Sweetheart," she repeated, louder and with a greater tone of desperation, "please. She saw me sucking his cock. You saw it. They all saw it. Please, fuck me. In my mouth, in my pussy. Wherever you want. Put me in my place. Fuck me in front of everybody. I'm so horny now I can't stand it."

Alben gave her a little push behind him and gave his full attention to Zoey without replying. He tugged down the short zipper at the back of the busty woman's tight party dress, then reached to her hips and pulled up on the fabric. Her body was hardly fat but more than ample, and the dress did little to disguise her contour, but it did resist his first attempt to slip it up and off. He adjusted his stance and continued pulling up, and with a bit of wriggling she allowed him to remove the dress entirely. She kicked off her sandals in the process.

"Your punishment," Alben told Michelle, "is to watch me do what I do to her."

Clad in a low-cut bra and thong bikini brief, Zoey looked enticing and Alben wasted no time in exposing the woman the rest of the way, eliciting a little squeal of protest from her, by first removing the bra to reveal her wide, flat, brown areolas, and then the panties to display her dark auburn bush. She was, with those heavy, low-hanging tits and rather large thighs, perhaps a decade away from having a dumpy earth-mother type of physique. But at 33 years of age she still retained her looks and was a tempting piece of ass to any but the pickiest or most jaded of men.

Michelle took all this in, of course, and tried something to win his attention again. "Wanna do butt sex on me?" she asked, fingering herself anew. "In front of everybody?" Dennis now grabbed her from behind and began fondling her.

Alben didn't reply to her but addressed the third woman, who had stopped trying to move past them toward the door and was watching the second nude woman with undisguised interest. "Really, Lilith, nothing changed, has it? Despite Chelle's little, er, lapse in common sense? We're up here now, with a third couple to join the fun. A little variety tonight, hm? Come on, they're both undressed for success, heh. Take off your sundress too and get ready to join in the fun." He stroked Zoey's mammary assets lovingly and she responded accordingly with appreciative wiggles and coos.

Lilith took a step back. "Fine, we'll stay a bit. But Willard won't be spending any more time with *that* one. The plan was, Willard and I would swap with you two, and now that's completely out. But since you brought this other one and her husband into the picture, well, I'll consider it, depending on what he brings to the table. Me with you as we planned, but her with him, him with her? Just keep *her* away from *him*, you got me?"

"Sounds like a plan, either way," Alben said, in agreement with the reversal of partners he had just proposed. Her gestures made clear to him what the words had left to interpretation, that tiny Michelle would get the chubby plumber Dennis while Zoey would be the one to pair off with her own early-twenties Willard.

"Then after that," Lilith continued, "maybe play it by ear. But first, I have to know how you both measure up." While Dennis stammered in search of a reply, she said to her own young man, "and Thrall, get those pants back off. Yes, I've changed my mind. For the moment, anyway. Don't expect any relief immediately. Not after your misbehavior. You will simply serve as a benchmark for the others."

Willard complied without words, getting his khakis partway down much more adeptly than his earlier struggle to pull them back up. Next he kicked off his sockless loafers, and finally drew his boxers down and off the rest of the way with the trousers. Uncovered below the waist, the others could see his erection had scarcely subsided. The impression of its size was enhanced by the fact his pubic area was shaved. Indeed, the blondness of his hair made it difficult to discern whether he had any hair above the ankles at all or if he simply kept himself shaved clean. The woman who was evidently his Domme instructed him to remove the polo shirt as well. He did so and stood tall and naked now, awaiting further instruction from her.

"Wait, I was thinking, you and me, we would go into the other room," Dennis said to her as the younger man finished disrobing. He pointed to the doorway of the inner bedroom of the suite. "And have fun in there," he continued hopefully.

She looked at him in muted amusement, and said, "get your pants off too. I need to see how you compare to what I already have." Her tone did not invite refusal or even further bargaining.

"Aw," Dennis grumbled, "it ain't whatcha got, it's whatcha do with it."

"Ohhh, the mating call of the small-shafted pecker," Lilith said dismissively. "A most commonplace species."

If Zoey was on her way to obesity, her husband had crossed that line many years earlier. "I'm not here to put on a show for everyone," Dennis said crossly. He took a step toward the other room, beckoning her with a finger, despite her commanding manner. "C'mon."

"No, that's where I sleep," Alben stated firmly. He had already begun undressing. "You'll stay out here, with everyone else. If anyone's going somewhere for privacy, it's me. But I've got nothing to hide."

Lilith responded by pointing to Alben. "Exactly. I'm sure Big Daddy's not so shy as all that." Although he was as tall as her, he was hardly musclebound, so she clearly had some other physical aspect in mind with that nickname.

"Big Daddy?" Zoey snickered. "I like it. And I'll tell you, from last night, you're not wrong."

He gave the tall woman a winning smile and said, "I'm no Chippendale, but sure, I'll give you a show. Dennis, you need to, too. No need to drag things out. Get things moving. I'm horny as hell. Aren't you?" Stepping in front of Zoey, the 55-year-old moved closer to the woman who was perhaps 15 years his junior and only an inch or so shorter. He had his Hawaiian shirt unbuttoned, revealing a chest of gray hair and a reasonably well-defined set of pectorals, and now he shrugged it off.

"Don't stop there," she said with a hint of cheerful amusement at last.

He slid down his dressy shorts without further ado. Since he had gone commando that evening, this revealed his cock for her visual inspection. It was turgid, though not especially erect yet. At almost 15 long centimeters already with some capacity for further expansion, it was clearly going to max out as above average in length and circumference. He stepped out of his loafers as well as the shorts, and presented himself to her, hands on hips. "Under-promise, over-deliver," he said lightly.

"You promised a lot, back in the karaoke bar."

"Oh. Well? Have I misled you?" he asked, still smiling.

"No, no, I think you'll do," the woman said, unwilling to directly compliment him on a cock that looked as though it might at full erection excel that of her own young man in terms of girth. She addressed five-foot tall Michelle, who had resumed masturbating openly. "Why do you short girls all take the tall ones out of circulation? Leave them for us. I'm sure *you* don't need what they've got anyway."

Naked Zoey countered that with, "You've got a pretty nice and tall guy already. Let me have a turn with him, if you're taking Big Daddy away from me."

"I already told you that's the plan, girlfriend." The use of the term of endearment came across again as snooty rather than warm.

Michelle quickly moved beside her naked lover. "I can handle what he's got, just fine," she told the blonde. She tried to grasp his cock, but he slapped her hand away. Then she addressed him. "Sweetheart. You caught me red-handed. Now punish me."

The redheaded woman chortled, and she moved next to the younger man. "Just make her suck Dennis's cock," she demanded of the older man. "My husband's been hot for that, ever since he watched her last night." Willard groaned in pleasure as she wrapped her fist around the base of his tool and squeezed.

"Like you don't suck cock too, for anyone who asks?" Michelle sniped to her naked rival, fresh out of any new insults to level at her.

"Blow job works for me," laconic Dennis agreed, still fully dressed. Michelle refused to look at him, as he moved to get next to her again. He added, "so in that case, I don't need to hang around *here*. Her and me," he continued, referring to Michelle, "can just go downstairs to my room, and do the dirty."

"Works for me," Lilith said. "Get her out of my sight."

"Hold on." Alben flashed the blonde woman a quick wolfish grin, and then said to Michelle, "so, Pet, you talk about punishment. What kind of punishment do you think a dick-sucker deserves? One who made this young man cheat on his woman? Maybe you should find a way to make it up to Lilith."

The blonde looked over at Zoey. "Don't do that," the cautioned, concerning the impromptu hand job that had just begun on Willard, "you'll spoil things if he ejaculates. I'm pretty sure he's close."

The young man groaned again, this time in frustration, when Zoey let go. "Yeah, but I *want* him to," she said, and flopped down backward on the opposite end of the bed from her, big tits flopping too as she came to rest on the bedspread. "Inside me." The young man did not, however, move from his position next to his Domme.