Don't you hate when a house guest puts a crimp in your regularly scheduled activities? At least, regularly anticipated?
My love and I enjoy a varied, full and exciting sex life. Anna loves being tormented, tied, whipped and driven to utter madness. And I, well, I enjoy doing just that. It drives me to complete lunacy to have her so raw and unhinged in my hands.
One of our very favorite pastimes is tease and tie. Where she tempts me by any number of ways imaginable until I can stand no more, come home in a sort of frenzied rage, tie her to the bed and exact compensation for my suffering by first binding her and then giving her equal torment to assuage my lust.
When they found mold in my friend Brian's apartment and put him out unceremoniously into the street for two to four weeks, we graciously accepted him into our home and the spare bedroom. Fortunately this room is off a separate hallway from ours, unfortunately we still had to tame down our activities.
That's not to say he wasn't nice to have around, he was. Quiet and unassuming, he was also good conversation and a great cook. We wouldn't take payment, so he made up for it by cooking, cleaning and bringing little surprises like flowers and wine (the apartment management was paying him a per diem).
After a mere week of this, my love and partner began trying to set him up for dates, but he would beg off with no clear reasoning. I told her, like me, he probably has an aversion to the blind date scene. Whereas a great personality is a joy to be around, a great set of tits is better and a face that matches is better still. She hit me and called me shallow, but insisted she knew some women with all the above and even better asses. When I asked her to set me up, then, 'cause it sounded really good, she hit me again and threatened me with the couch.
Of course, Anna has it all. Thick and luscious dark hair, petite, deliciously creamy cocoa skin and curves that cause whiplash injuries in both men and women. And the darkest pools for eyes. They take me all the way inside and haunt my dreams. Oh, but more than that, she has wonderful humor, intelligence, wit and charm and a fascination with dungeons and medieval torture devices.
With Brian in the house, our sex life went from incredibly inventive and unimaginably exciting to mundane but still extraordinary. In fact, she was taking the opportunity to tease me even more than she usually would have, knowing that my responses were limited. She was wearing suggestive clothing and leaving me notes and text message descriptions of things she would do to me were he not there.
This insistent and insidious torment heightened in the second week of Brian's stay and I was about to pay for him to get a hotel when my love told me "I have a treat for your friend." She said this while snuggling up against me post coital. Cooed it into my ear, rather. We had just spent a fabulous couple hours with her curled up in my lap, seated and pressing her beautiful body into me as I perched on the edge of the bed, arching and pushing to reach further and further inside her. All without making an undue amount of noise.
Feeling her little spasms of delight while she subdued her moans and kept her usual screams to hushed hiccups had its own excitements, I will say that much and I was so well fucked that I would have agreed to pretty much anything. She pressed her full and deliciously sexy lips into my ear and told me to come home early tomorrow. That she was bringing home a friend who would run interference with Brian while she and I would be going out after a dinner at our favorite restaurant.
I couldn't wait. It seemed to me that I had been hard and aching for days. My balls felt full all the time and seemed to swing alarmingly and at inopportune moments. They were constantly uncomfortable and if I sat too sudden would remind me with jolts of pain and stabs of nausea.
My boss, that unabashed voyeur of my wife, sought me out after a meeting and asked if things were okay at home. He had a hopeful tone in his voice that made me wince. This is the same man who used to come into my office and stare at my wife's photos until I moved all but one off my shelves and had once pawed my wife shamelessly at the company Christmas party. I told him we had a house guest and it was difficult adjusting to the extra person.
His eyes lit up at that and it was clear that he was imagining himself as that guest. I told him then that I would need to be leaving early, for just that reason, as we had a private dinner engagement and needed to make sure my friend was comfortable first. He looked almost churlish at that, as though he might deny me the opportunity for alone time with my wife from sheer jealousy, then as though he thought he couldn't imagine me giving her the attention and consideration she deserved. He consented in the end and I left just as the clock wound its way to three o'clock.
I was home by four after a quick and a couple well thought out stops and could have been ready by four ten, but purposefully slowed myself up. The wine I had bought to enhance Brian's night was on the counter, but he wasn't home from work yet. Neither was Anna. As I showered, my penis, perpetually ready these days, gave a tug at me, trying to convince me that a quick romp with my soapy hands would be just the thing. Unfortunately for me, it never is nor has been. Masturbation, for me, simply makes the aches and needs worse. I ignored him. He pouted a little and kept up a hopeful spate of twitching.
I had dried myself off and wrapped the towel around me when Anna walked in. I must have been daydreaming or still in a fugue not to have heard her.
"Oh there you are," she said. "I'm glad you're reasonably decent." Her eyes glinted as though she knew what I had been considering under the influence of the water. My member raised slightly without further provocation. It was ever ready these days. As she moved in the room and over to kiss me, a movement at the door made me pause.
"Hi" came a small voice rich with the hint of timidity and deep with the full maroon lips it passed to reach me.
"This is Celine," my wife said to me in her sexy voice. She reached me and in pretense of kissing my ear, shushed "put your eyes back in and behave."
"Hi," I managed. "Let me get dressed, I'll be right out." I probably stuttered. I know my wife Anna gave me a dark look before pulling away.
"We'll be right out here." She pointed. "In the living room. You know the one." She was talking as though I had no thought whatsoever. I didn't. I just nodded. I hoped my mouth wasn't open and drool wasn't coming out.
As she closed the door, the vision of the twin raven haired beauties walking away remained embedded on my irises. I closed my lids gently and saw them swaying in harmonyed tempo as they moved over the threshold. The half lightened skin, nearly mahogany, like a perfectly blended coffee, rich and luscious. The hair so dark that staring into it is like looking for stars on a moonless night.
