This story contains pervasive same-sex action, cuckolding, and rough sex. If that's not your cup of tea, please feel free to pass over it.
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11.
Jack and Allison decided to take a dip in the pool after Debbie left. Since Allison didn't have a bathing suit Jack volunteered to apply sunscreen which he did very thoroughly. She reciprocated, taking enough special care that his previously flaccid member was beginning to show signs of life again.
The two of them splashed in the pool, playing happily like kids. Jack was genuinely enjoying her company and it seemed to him that she was much more relaxed than she had been at lunch the previous day.
Of course the air was thick with sexual tension and when Jack grabbed her from behind to dunk her he may have 'accidentally' slid his hands over her naked breasts, the raspberry nipples grazing his thumbs. Similarly, she probably didn't need to nuzzle his cock in between her ass cheeks as frequently as she did, but Jack wasn't complaining.
They returned to the cool house after an hour or so of playing in the sun. Allison's skin didn't look like it could handle much more exposure than it had already received, and she wanted to take a shower before the party. Jack didn't think he could resist the temptation involved in showering with Allison and opted to fix a light meal of seared tuna and salad for them while she cleaned herself.
Jack had taken a quick shower of his own once the meal was ready, popping one of Max's pills, and then the couple donned bathrobes to eat at the bar area in the gathering dusk. Their conversation was very open: secrets Jack normally would have kept from others spilled out of him in response to her queries. He felt he had nothing to hide from his gorgeous neighbor and it was a liberating feeling.
Their conversation eventually turned to sex, as one might expect. Jack outlined in broad strokes his dead/dying bedroom with his ex-wife and the previous regrets he had had about never being able to live out his sexual fantasies.
"Which are...?" Allison asked, smiling.
"Hell, you're going to see most of them tonight," he responded with a mischievous grin of his own. "What about you? Anything on your sexual bucket list?"
"I want it to be about me for once. About my satisfaction. Tony wouldn't even go down on me, much less make sure that I finished whenever we had sex . Debbie's tongue is the first one that's been on my clit in over a decade." Her voice was mournful, and it seemed to Jack that she grieved the lost years. "I've always been self-conscious about my labia, and Tony's refusal to go down on me really gave me a complex."
Jack stood, pushing his barstool back and sliding their plates to the side. "Hop up," he said, "let me give you my expert opinion."
She looked a little startled but got to her feet and allowed Jack to take her robe before boosting her onto the bar. Jack nudged her thighs, forcing her to open them a bit more and he watched as her inner lips opened like a flower before him.
"Absolutely gorgeous," he pronounced, unable to wrench his eyes from the large thatch of short red hair between her thighs. "May I have the privilege of doing what your husband should have done every day?"
Allison looked embarrassed but nodded her assent. Jack leaned forward and began chewing on her areola, making a path along the flesh outside of her nipple. His hand grabbed her unused breast and began slowly but firmly massaging it. Jack's mouth continued to make a spiraling path towards her nipple before finally he took it between his teeth, pulling it away from her body slightly and flicking it with his tongue.
Allison gasped in response to the stimuli, and Jack released the nipple, repeating the process on her other breast. He could feel her breathing changing, each breath now deep and strong as desire built within her.
Finished with both breasts, Jack kissed his way down her flat stomach slowly, each kiss accompanied with a flick of his tongue. He kissed his way through her short pubic hair, veering to the left when he reached her clitoris to continue his trail of kisses up her thigh to her knee. Reaching her knee, he switched to her other leg and his mouth began its final trip toward her swollen lips.
Her hips bucked reflexively the first time his lips touched her sex and she moaned appreciatively. He took each of her outer lips into his mouth in turn, massaging them with his tongue, sucking on them, before lightly biting them and releasing them with an audible pop. Allison was growing restless, her hips beginning to gyrate on top of the bar more frequently now.
He took both of her dangling inner lips into his mouth together, his tongue darting around and between them and began to suck on them, his nose brushing her clit with his motions. Her moans grew louder now, and Jack looked up to see her pulling her nipple taut, away from her body. She twisted the thick bud and released it, grabbing the other one. Strands of her straight red hair were plastered to her neck with a thin sheen of sweat and her eyes were closed in concentration, enjoying his ministrations.
His release of her lips was met with a groan of frustration from her mouth, but it quickly changed to a guttural moan as he licked up and down each side of her large clit. He slipped one, then two fingers into her, barely able to fit the second, and her moan became higher in pitch, louder.
Sensing she was getting close, Jack closed his mouth around her clit, alternately sucking it like a little cock and flicking it quickly and lightly with his tongue, learning her preferences.
"God yes!" she wailed, "Just like that! Don't stop! Please!"
Jack had trapped her clit between his teeth, biting lightly and rapidly flicked the exposed end with his tongue. She came silently, mouth open with a scream never to be heard by mortals, offered up to the gods of pleasure. One hand held the back of his head while she hunched forwards in orgasm, the other mauling her own pale breast. Jack felt a gush of liquid as Allison's body continued to seize under his touch. His pace never wavered, and he continued his harassment of her swollen bud until she finally released his hair, slumping back.
Jack helped Allison off the bar, depositing her in a deck chair. She looked up at him, finding him grinning back goofily, his lower face and hand glistening with her orgasmic fluids.
"See why I need to clean the sheets so often?" he quipped.
She held up her hand, gesturing that she needed a minute. Finally she responded, "Holy shit. I can't believe that just happened. I've never cum like that before. I need a fucking cigarette or something."
"You sound like Debbie and Cindy," Jack replied. "I've got cigars if you want one."
"Let's do it. And I could really use a fucking drink. Vodka?" She grinned at him.
"I think martinis are in order now. You stay put and relax. I'll take care of it." His words brought a heartfelt smile to her face, as if no one had taken care of her needs in years.
He mixed basil martinis also loading the tray with two glasses of water, cigars, ashtray and matches. "So, was it everything you had hoped for?"
"That and more," she said sipping the martini and unwrapping the cigar. She stopped suddenly, looking at him. "Can I return the favor?"
