One of the readers of my story How it all Began, the first Nikolaus and Lauren story, objected to the appearance of Eric in the tale because he did not like gay male sex. He (I'm assuming that he is a he since "Anonymous" is the classic unisex name) suggested that I put a disclaimer on my stories whenever I'm introducing something like that. Of course I'm not going to do that, but I've decided to use key words here as well in Literotica's story tags to "warn" you about the themes that I'm trying to explore in my tale. Please tell me what you think about that... and anything else too, of course.
Foreplay
Nikolaus gazed at his wife, Lauren, a beautiful, dark-skinned woman; a wet dream on legs with a perfect, voluptuous figure, full round breasts with a large dark areole and thick long nipples, perky black woman's ass and long shapely limbs. He had imported her from Jamaica during his first visit to the Caribbean to find himself in the rich reggae culture of her homeland. When the smoke cleared he had to admit that he'd not done too badly for someone not in complete possession of his faculties.
"Good morning, Mrs. Lindborg!"
"Good morning, Stig!"
Nikolaus frowned. Again? How many times had the gardener come in during this month?
"You're looking great as usual, Mrs. Lundborg!"
"I could say the same for you, Stig!" Lauren giggled, glancing slyly at Nikolaus.
"What!" Nikolaus exclaimed. "Are you flirting with our gardener?"
"No, I'm just being pleasant," Lauren replied, innocently.
Stig was the son of the people next door and he mowed the Lundborg's lawns to earn a little extra money before he went to his second year in college. Nikolaus had even considered giving him a break at the company, but for some reason he did not like the young man and so had kept him at bay. His dislike of the young man had intensified when he had noticed him watching a topless and sunbathing Lauren over the fence with his binoculars one day.
Trust Lauren to pick up on that and use it to make him jealous. He was going to teach her a lesson that she'd never forget! He grabbed his wife's arm and dragged her struggling to the bathroom. He slammed the door.
"Let me go, Nikolaus! What is wrong with you?"
"Shut up!"
"What is the matter with...!"
"I said SHUT UP! Not another word from you!"
With that, he grabbed the front of her jacket and ripped it away, causing the buttons to fly. He wrestled it off her and dropped it on the floor.
"Stop that!" she shouted.
He grabbed at her bra and dragged that down, freeing her other breast and leaving her exposed to his hungry eyes. She covered herself with her free hand while trying to break free of his grasp but he just held her even tighter. God, he wanted her!
He wrestled her to the sink, forcing her to bend over. Pressing against her heavily with his body he grabbed both of her breasts and squeezed hard. She cried out in pain and mortification.
"What are you doing Nikolaus? Stop this!"
"It should be obvious by now, my dear," he growled into her ear. "I'm going to milk you like a cow. I want to teach you that the only person allowed to look at these udders from now on will be me. There will be no more sunbathing while Stig is at home for the summer and there will definitely be no flirting with him and encouraging him to come here more than twice per month!"
And he squeezed even harder. He pulled and twisted her nipples and forced long streams of milk down the sink. He punished her by squeezing for all he was worth whenever she struggled and tried to escape him. Her firm milk-filled melons became softer and puffy under his 20-minute onslaught. She cried but he didn't care, he held them like a vise and squeezed them until they were both painfully empty and she was breathing raggedly, begging him to stop; alternatively between declaring her innocence and desire only to take advantage of the unusually good weather and promising that she had learned her lesson.
"Not yet my dear," he whispered gently into her ear. Then he leaned up and dragged at the waist of her skirt, popping the button there and bursting the zip. He dragged at her skirt and panties, tearing them down in one swift motion.
One-handed, he reached for the bottle of lubricant on the vanitory and rubbed some hastily on his engorged dong. Then he bent her over some more by slapping her roughly and eased himself into her ass.
She groaned and tried to pull away, but his grip on her was firm. He made her take him. Then once settled, herode her hard, finding a frenzied rhythm, reciting a series of new rules that she would have to observe from then on. He rode her until he was satisfied and he felt his cum explode warmly, deep in her body.
"Oh Go..." she groaned arching into him.
"Shut up!" he warned her, nipping her on her shoulders, nuzzling her hair, kissing her neck.
Eventually, he managed to pull himself out of her body and she slumped from the vanitory to the floor, her legs falling apart.
"Get up and get dressed, you have to go to work," he said roughly.
She struggled to her feet after a while and limped to their bedroom to get a change of clothing.
