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.
