Author's note: The following is a work of fiction that contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts and is intended for adults only. All people, places, and events are a product of my imagination and any characters described as engaging in sexual acts are over the age of eighteen.
Thanks for sticking around for this next instalment. You can expect some plot development as well as some passionate sex, a little rough deepthroat and a smattering of voyeurism, with a hint towards unusual feelings between non blood related family members.
Previously on Langley Circle... A freelance writing commission had Beth seeking out an exciting roleplay experience in order to improve the article. A picture of her chosen outfit sent to her husband Dean, was inadvertently seen by Megan, his personal assistant, whose reaction was rather unexpected. Dean spent the afternoon trying to decide how far he wanted to indulge this new concept of roleplay, and ended up summoning his Naughty wife to explain her behaviour with revealing consequences.
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Season One, Episode Two
Dean's brow creased as he studied his reflection in the bathroom mirror. It had been a funny kind of day. First, there had been the mix up with the files at work, then the incident with Megan and the photo of Beth, which had been truly weird. Finally, there was the school roleplay he and Beth had indulged in. That had been a genuine eye-opening experience; he had never imagined that roleplay could be so much fun. That kind of thing only happened in porn or erotic stories, didn't it?
At first he had found it rather nerve-wracking; it had been difficult to get into the swing of things for fear of saying or doing something wrong. When he had been standing outside the study, the feeling of awkwardness was so bad that he'd almost backed out. However, Beth had gazed up at him with such a look of intense passion and vulnerability, that he'd felt a burning desire to push on.
Knocking back a glass of whiskey had settled his nerves, and as Beth had stood before him playing her role of Lizzie the naughty student, his arousal had skyrocketed. After she had willingly complied with his initial requests, his confidence had grown, and he'd started to relax and enjoy himself.
It was surprising how easily he had slipped into the role of the dominant headmaster. He'd also quickly discovered that it was OK for the pretence to slip every now and then; the main thing was to have fun and get horny. There had certainly been no problem with that. Beth had driven him crazy as the submissive student, flaunting her body, and complying with all his instructions. On numerous occasions, he had wanted to simply bend her over the desk, grab those pigtails, and fuck her into next week. The sight of Beth clambering onto the desk to kneel before him would likely remain one of his most erotic memories until the day he died.
When Beth had to leave to pick up Nicky, it had been very frustrating. By this stage, his cock had been hard for close to an hour, and his balls were aching. That was when he had the idea of using her knickers to relieve himself. Initially it had just been to release some of the frustration, but then he thought he would enact some revenge by sending Beth a photo. He was so turned on that it had taken only a few minutes of rubbing himself with the silky material, before he was ejaculating into the underwear. It felt so incredibly dirty to shoot into the black silk that had only minutes before been pressing against his wife's body. He had sat for long minutes afterwards, replaying the previous hour over and over in his mind, and by the time he began cleaning up, he was hard again.
Beth and Nicky had got back a short while later, both grinning somewhat oddly. Nicky had even winked at him before dashing upstairs, and Beth had kissed him, promising to explain later.
The rest of the evening had been given over to routine family activities, homework, dinner, and TV. There hadn't been any opportunities to talk privately with Beth, and certainly no chance of picking up again where they had left off. However, they had traded a few knowing glances throughout the evening, and as he was stacking the dishwasher she had snuck up behind him and pressed her body firmly against his, reaching around to discreetly stroke him. Yet again though, they were interrupted when Nicky came in needing help with a maths problem. Beth had slipped away, leaving him to help Nicky as best he could while trying to swallow his frustration and conceal the bulge in the front of his trousers.
Dean bared his teeth and inspected them in the mirror; satisfied they were clean, he switched off the light and headed back into the bedroom, he had some unfinished business with his wife.
As he passed through the doorway, he pulled up short. Beth was lying on the bed facing him, totally naked. She was looking at him with such a cheeky flirtatious smile, that his cock instantly began to harden. Without looking behind, he nudged the door closed with one foot. Beth bobbed her eyebrows and pursed her lips, obviously impressed. He didn't move, drinking in the sight of his gorgeous wife.
The contours of her long shapely legs flowed and undulated provocatively as they extended up to the neatly trimmed patch of hair at the top of her thighs. The delicate pink lips of her labia peeked out, and even from this distance, he could see they glistened with her arousal. Her upper body was twisted further towards him, accentuating the generous swell of her breasts. Dean had always thought her breasts were a perfect size, a nice big handful but not obscenely large; pressed together like this they were creating a cleavage that had his dick twitching. The thing that was drawing his attention the most though, was her hair, which she had put back up into pigtails. The silky brown locks were dangling in twin tails down over her shoulders and fanning out alluringly across her chest.
"Mr. Parker," Beth said in a sultry voice. "Pleased to see me?" Her eyes dropped to his groin, where his erection was tenting out the front of his shorts. "For me?"
He remained silent, but kept his eyes fixed on hers as he slowly walked to the bed. He could feel the heat radiating from her body, and the sweet smell of her arousal filled his nostrils. Still maintaining eye contact, he slowly pushed his shorts over his hardness, and dropped them to the floor. He stood before the bed, his cock standing erect, pointing directly at her, staking his claim.
The effect on Beth was obvious; her lips parted, an expression of desire and expectation on her face, as she dropped her gaze to stare at his cock bobbing gently mere inches in front of her. He reached one hand down to her heaving chest, and drew a slow circle around one hard nipple, causing her to close her eyes and moan softly. He traced Slow, delicate circuits, feeling the skin pucker beneath his touch. He continued, gradually making the circles wider, before trailing upwards to caress the silky hair of one pigtail. Muscles tightened in arousal all around his body, and his cock throbbed as he fascinated over the soft strands, marvelling at how the rich brown colour contrasted so beautifully with the creamy flesh of her breast.
"Very sexy Miss Carhill," he said in a low whisper.
She smiled softly, but made no attempt to respond. He could sense that she was relinquishing control over to him. Her eyes remained closed; she looked so vulnerable. A surge of sexual power rose within him. His body thrummed with excitement and arousal at the absolute trust she was placing in him. It scared him too. She was his to do with as he pleased, but along with that incredible gift, came the responsibility to protect her physically, emotionally and psychologically. Could he trust himself not to abuse the power?
He brought his hand slowly up the length of the tail, and across onto her flushed cheek. She nuzzled into his palm as he caressed the side of her face with fingers that trembled ever so slightly. Sliding his hand through her hair to rest on the back of her head, he gently drew her towards him.
She offered no resistance, seeming to know instinctively what he wanted. Maintaining a firm pressure at the back of her head, He guided her to him. Her eyes flicked open as the distance between them disappeared, and her lips parted as the head of his cock touched her. He breathed in sharply as her tongue darted out to lick the sensitive tip. He continued pushing gently but firmly, and she opened her mouth wider, allowing his cock to slip between her lips. She shifted up to lock eyes with him, and a surge of burning lust erupted deep within him as her tongue began to tease and stroke his flesh. Still he pressed on, his shaft sliding slowly deeper into her mouth.
As he encouraged her to take more, she suddenly shifted position. Had she reached her limit? He wanted more though, needed to go deeper. He fought the urge to push harder, to force her to take all of him. He hesitated; perhaps He should ease back.
His hand fell away from the back of her neck as she moved to sit on the edge of the bed. Far from pulling away though, she held him in her mouth for a long moment, before suddenly switching from passive complicity to hungry eagerness. She pulled back off his cock briefly, coating it liberally with her saliva, then plunged her head back down toward his groin, taking more than half of him in one fluid motion.
A low groan escaped his lips. "Fuck, like that," he said in a growling whisper.
She responded instantly, increasing the suction around his hardness, and moving on him in long slow strokes. One of her hands slid to his balls, gently massaging and squeezing them, as she moaned lustfully, breathing quickly and noisily through her nose.
His hands returned to her head, willing her to go deeper, faster. How desperately he wanted to grip her hair and force deep into her, but he restrained himself, unsure how she would react. He curled his fingers into her hair, and stared in rapt attention as his cock slid in and out of her willing mouth.
She drew back, swirling her tongue around his tip, whilst gently rolling his balls, and rubbing a finger over his perineum. Still her gaze did not leave his face, and his arousal only grew further when he saw the need and yearning that was intensifying in her eyes. It was as if she was silently begging him to dominate her further, to take more of her in every sense of the word. Was that what he saw, or simply what he wanted to see?
Her hands slipped around to his backside as she puckered her lips and softly sucked him back between them. The anticipation increased as she fed the head of his cock into her warm mouth, holding him there for long seconds. Pain flashed suddenly, fingernails digging into his buttocks as she plunged her mouth down hard and fast. His cock drove deep, and the intense feeling of hot pleasure as her throat squeezed tightly around him was almost overwhelming. He grabbed at her hair, half to steady himself, and half to urge her to go even deeper. However, he was not pushing her head; she was forcing herself down onto him, willingly and hungrily feeding his cock into her throat. It had never been this good! Beth had always been willing and adept at using her mouth on him, but had never thrown herself upon him with such abandon and hunger as this. It was intensely pleasurable, and he could already feel his orgasm approaching.
There was a gurgling sound deep in Beth's throat, and she drew back panting and gasping for air, a strand of saliva snaking from her lips to the head of his cock. She breathed heavily and stared up at him pleadingly; He had never wanted her so much as he did in that moment.
Holding her penetrating stare, he slid his hands down the sides of her head, tracing the line of her ears, descending down onto her pigtails. He allowed the hair to run through his fingers for a while, before curling his hands into fists, grasping the hair tightly. He used the pigtails to gently but firmly pull her head back to his throbbing cock.
"Again." Adrenalin rushed through his body at the feeling of power.
Beth's eyes widened as she eagerly opened her mouth to take him in once more. However, just as his cock was about to pass between her lips, she pull back.
