Marcy & Rodgers Adventures Part 3
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Day 3 Of My Dissension Down The Rabbit Hole:
I got a call from Mindy in the afternoon. She said, "Your husband is here; he stopped by to get a beer on the way home. He said he was thirsty, but I think he just wanted to see my tits again." She giggled while telling me. Then she continued and asked me, "Do you want me to give him your check for last night? We make them out to cash; that's why I ask?"
"Sure, I won't have to have him bring me over to get it. Tell him to swing by the bank and cash it for me, would you, please."
When Rodger got home, he told me he was done for the day, and all he had to do was take field service questions if any came in. Having him home mid-day in the middle of the week felt nice.
He gave me the cash, and I put it with the rest. Now I had $3850. Rodger also gave me another $2500. He told me it was my part of his bonus from work and that I deserved it for him being gone so much. I said, "Wow, I feel rich. I never had $6350 at one time in my life."
I was still sore from the last few nights, so we stayed in for the rest of the day. I made him his favorite supper. Rodger and I sat in the living room and necked like teenagers while the meatloaf cooked. After dinner, we returned to the living room, and Rodger gave me a huge orgasm while licking my pussy.
The way that he did it felt so nasty. He never pulled the curtain closed on the big picture window in the living room. The last rays of the dark red sunset and the shadows of the tree waving around were an ever-changing sight on the wall in front of the couch. He slowly pulled my yoga pants to my knees, then slipped his head between them. The yoga pants were forcing his head tight between my legs. He licked all around my thighs first, then licked up to my venus mound while planting kisses and sucking the skin, letting it go before it became a hickey. I locked my legs closed to bring his head to my womanhood before he drove me out of my mind. He continued the same assault around my outer lips. I could feel them expand and fill with blood and become hot.
He drove me wild with lust. My pussy leaked love juices onto his face as he took my swollen clit into his mouth and squeezed it with his lips. Shivers were running through my body constantly. I was a pile of mush for him to use as he wished, and he did whatever came to his mind. He had me cuming constantly. The orgasms were in the range of light to moderate. I wanted; no, I needed the big one. I crossed my legs and locked them, pulling him in tighter. I thought to myself, 'I hope he could breathe.' He was able to slip two fingers into my hot steamy pussy, and they found the roughness of my G-spot.
I yelled at the top of my lungs, "Oh my god, please don't stop making me cum."
"Oh my god."
"Fuck, Fuck, Fuck."
My ass raised off the couch as I fuck his face. I looked down at his face, covered in my hot-sticky juices; his rubbing of my G-spot varied from circles all around it to up and down like a hard cock fucking me. But he still kept up his assault on my clit. When he felt the big one cuming, he backed off to let me calm down. I did not want to calm down; I wanted to cum and cum hard. He just curled his tongue together, so I started rotating my hips and fucking his hard tongue. I could feel the vibration of my pussy lips on his tongue. I was a woman overcome with the need to have a huge orgasm, but Rodger was looking for something more; he was hell-bent on giving me the best orgasm of my life. He was doing a fine job of it.
Rodger sensed my need and returned his finger to the rough spot that needed more attention. He started something he had never done before, thumping his fingers over my G-spot like he was playing the drum. As his fingers made contact with the swollen ridges, little bolts of lightning rushed through my body. I went wild, bucking my hip and grinding my clit over his tongue.
I yelled loud enough for people walking on the street to hear, "I'M FUCKING CUMMING; OH MY FUCKING GOD, I'M CUMMING. YES. YES. YES. PLEASE DON'T STOP."
We heard faint voices from just outside the door on our front step. A man asked, "Do you think she is all right?
The woman answered, "Fuck yes, she is more than all right. Be quiet and listen."
"Do you think we should check on them?" The man asked.
"Not unless you want to watch him make me scream like that. Now let's go you got a dripping wet pussy to lick when we get home."
Their conversation caused me to flood Rodger's face with a combination of hot sticky cum and my womanly juices, and I went into a sex-induced coma, something I call my happy place. I was slightly aware of what was happening. I felt a push on my inner thigh to part them, and then Rodger came up to take a long, deep breath of air. After he caught his breath, he laid his head against my right thigh and watched me while I reveled in my happy place. I was reliving that monster orgasm over and over again. My body was still shaking from the best orgasm I could remember in a very long time, if not ever.
I open my eyes to see him looking up at me with loving eyes. I reached down and pulled his head closer to my spasming pussy, and he flicked his tongue across my sensitive, engorged clit. My body tremored from a small 'O.' My pussy lips were still vibrating from the monster orgasm. I pushed his head away. I returned to my happy place once again. Sometimes I'm selfish. I made him do it three more times, having very nice baby orgasms each time.
It was dark outside When I finally returned to the real world.
I whispered to Rodger. "I love you so much. I'm glad you still love me."
After a lingering pause, I asked, "Where did that come from?"
He moved his head from between my thighs, got up, and picked me up, and while carrying me to the bedroom, lights on and bare ass on view for anyone walking down the sidewalk to see.
He answered my question, "From one of your sleazy romance novels. They are good for something; you should start reading them to me at night."
At that time, I realized that he had never closed the curtains. A small 'O' ran through my body. I became cold, and my goosebump-covered body shivered all the way up to the master bedroom. I thought, 'I wonder if that couple might have come far enough up onto the step to see what Rodger was doing to me.' I felt more of my juices leak onto his arms.
Later that night, as we watched a movie, Roland called and asked if I had anything going on tomorrow.
I said in my sensual bedroom voice, "I don't think so, sweetheart. Do you have something devilish in mind?
I put the phone on speaker so Rodger could hear his answer, and he said, "I wanted to come over and fuck your brains out in your husband's bed all afternoon."
I asked, "Rodger, what do you think about that?"
"It's OK with me if you tell me what I missed out on when I get home. I have to go to Stamford and won't be back until around three o'clock. But you have to save a little something for me."
I told Roland, "I guess we have a date then, buddy. What time were you thinking?"
"When do you get up?"
"Most of the time, around 10, but I have to get up early. I have to do some house cleaning."
Roland said, "Don't bother. I'll bring Ming, my cleaning woman. She can do your whole house while we do our thing."
"Oh, that sounds nasty. What will that cost me?"
"More time in bed with me. Tell Rodger to leave the back door unlocked. I'll let myself in."
The next morning, Rodger left early, and I slept in. Sometime around ten o'clock, I felt two mouths licking and sucking my nipples. I realized that my nipples were standing up like skyscrapers. Then, I also realized that I was fingering myself and having a sweet, long, slow, rolling orgasm. When I finally opened my eyes, I saw Roland to my left and a very lovely Asian woman to my right.
I kissed Roland and asked, "How long have you been doing that."
"Around twenty minutes, you looked so beautiful that I could not resist. I was kissing your nipples and neck, then Ming started fingering you, and you moved her hand out of the way and muttered, 'No, like this, see just like this,' and you woke up."
I looked at Ming with her almond-shaped eyes; she was gorgeous. I put my hand on her neck, pulled her over, and kissed her sensually. She did not resist; as a matter of fact, she kissed me back. She then moved her hand down, pushed my hand away, and brought me to another orgasm. She had the skills to make it last until I was too sensitive to take it anymore. What a beautiful way to wake up.
I broke the kiss and told her, "I wish you were my alarm clock. That's a wonderful way to wake up."
She got up and said, "You show me around the house and tell me what you don't want me to touch. I will clean for you now."
She got off the bed and stood up. She was less than five feet tall; her skin was smooth and caramel colored. She had an ass that any woman would give her firstborn child for, a skinny waist, very long, shiny jet-black hair down past her ass almost to her knees, and a set of 34B tits that I wanted to suck for the rest of my life. Her nipples stuck out from her thin red silk tank top. As I had said, Ming's ass was to die for in her skin-tight Daisy Duke shorts absolutely drove me crazy. She also had a perfect sway to her ass as she walked in front of me. I showed her the master bath, and she was mesmerized by the shower's size.
She said, "Roland, you tell me you are the only one with a big shower like this; look, two water things."
Roland said, "Shower heads, Ming, they are called shower heads."
