Chapter: 5 Enlightenment.
By the time we got dressed it was 7 o'clock and our reservation for the beachside restaurant was 8.
"We have to pick up Tim," I explained while, using a mascara brush along the length of my eyelashes.
"Where? from the gatehouse?" tried Jack, thinking he was being witty, but the joke was on him, Tim was making a real joke out of Jack in so many ways. I didn't give him the usual pity laugh at his poor attempt at humour, realising it was just a coping mechanism for what he lacked elsewhere and I wasn't about to let him make fun of Tim or think he was better than him in any way.
"No, we are picking him up from his place," I replied in monotone, not deviating from my makeup. I could see Jack, pulling his pants, his leaking, useless cock obviously uncomfortable from not getting release,
well now he knew what it felt like
I smirked.
Jack slipped his shoe on then the other, I noticed in the mirror he was watching my ass, that was garnished by thin black lace and a bra to match.
"You look amazing!" he stated, when he noticed me noticing his stare.
"Thanks," I said putting down my lipstick, as I puckered my lips together and went to the bed picking up the black dress, open back and low cut so Tim could get all the look at my chest he wanted.
"Can you zip me?" I asked sliding my ass into the dress, that barely covered it and holding my hair up in a bundle so it wouldn't get caught.
"Isn't that a little short?" asked Jack timidly getting up to get the zip.
I turned as he finished zipping and at the right angle could see my ass hanging from it, I smiled and answered definitively "Nope," dropping my hair to hang over my shoulders
"Come on, you're driving," I stated tossing him the keys, which he caught and fumbled slightly.
As we approached the car and Jack got in the driver's seat and I sat behind his seat in the back.
"Wait you're not sitting in the front?" he asked puzzled.
"I don't want to be rude and leave our guest alone in the back, Jack," I put on the voice that meant I didn't want to hear his retort and he simply raised his eyebrows and got in.
He started the car and as we left the caravan park, a mischievous idea began to blossom, from behind Jack I reached around Jacks seat, and fumbled for his zip, he jumped momentarily before he realised what was going on.
"Oh, hello, what's this?"
"Just a little fun," I confirmed with smoke in my voice, with an all but subtle and undetectable emphasis on little, I pulled out his cock and retracted my hand to spit on the fingertips, before reaching around again and beginning to massage his cockhead, not that it needed spit, his cock still leaking pre cum from before. I agonisingly slowly began to knead it through my fingertips.
"Oh, fuck that feels so good," he moaned, his fingers tightening on the steering wheel.
I jerked slow, excruciatingly slow, my eyes watching him in the review like a hawk watching prey, after five minutes I could feel his cock head swelling
"Oh, I'm going to cum, don't stop," he pleaded.
And I released him instantly.
"What?" he almost coughed out, taken aback.
I didn't answer I simply held his glare in the review before his eyes went back to the road. After 5 minutes or so, I reached around again and began to play with his cock head, moistening my fingers even more then before and applying harder pressure, but keeping the rhythm slow.
"What are you doing?" he asked squirming in his seat uncomfortably.
"Shut up and enjoy it or I'm going to stop, I told you-" I stated putting my lips in his ears "I tell you when you can cum," I finished licking his earlobe gently and grasping his shaft once really hard before returning to the measly hand job he was getting.
Within minutes again I could feel his cock head balloon up with pressure and just when I knew he was about to bust I let go and sat back.
He let out a frustrated sigh.
"Hey! I don't want any attitude, be thankful or you get nothing."
His lips pressed together hard to correct his behaviour and his eyes locked on the road, giving him something to take his mind of the blue balls that were obviously swelling in his pants.
The whole 30-minute car ride consisted of this and by the time we got to the front of Tims house, Max was hanging over the steering wheel, a man possessed by the need of an orgasm, sweat beading his forehead, and panting as he sat on the edge of release. The same way I had been doing. For. Years.
"Babe can you-" he began but just as he did the door opposite me popped open Jacks face screwed up momentarily, annoyed by the interruption, but then looked out the window to see Tims house, it was magnificent, four bedroom, double brick, two stories.
Tim hoped in the car, he looked amazing, he had a button up T shirt on and tight jeans that perfectly showed off his goods, Jack wouldn't have been looking but it was an amazing sight for me.
He ignored Jack completely as he entered and surprised me when he leant over the middle seat from his side and planted a kiss on my lips, his tongue dancing in and out "Hey Wifeslut" he greeted loud enough for my husband to hear, I looked to the review and saw Jack wide jawed and rage in his eyes.
I laughed as I pushed Tim off "Stop it!" I said with a giggle, my hands resting gently on his masculine chest.
"What the fu-"began Jack before I interrupted him.
"Oh, calm down, he was just saying hello," I snapped "I told you if you can't behave yourself..." trailing off, the threat not needing repeating.
"Are you kidding he was just kissing my wife!"
We both looked at Tim, who had a smug grin on his face, his cockiness made my pussy instantly weak for him, and a deep bellowing laugh echoed his throat.
"And he called you a slut!" continued my husband.
"I said calm down, he only did it to get a rise out of you," I defended, "don't be so jealous it's such a bad look."
He went to protest and argue so I rolled my eyes, grabbed the scruff of Tims shirt and pulled him in repaying the kiss, with a peck to satiate the rising discomfort in the car.
"And now your wife kissed him? You going to get angry at me now?"
Jack was lost for words.
"We spoke about this if you can't behave, take us back to the caravan park and Tim and I will go out."
Jacks' hands gripped the steering wheel again and I could hear the moulded plastic crackle under his tightening grip, for different frustration this time.
I changed my tactic "Stop taking things so seriously and we may be able to go back to what we were doing before," I whispered, and just like that I saw his grip loosen ever so slightly
Jack didn't reply, he simply put the car back in gear and turned off from the curb and I lay back in my seat laughing giddily "Ohhh tonight's going to be so fun!"
There was silence for the first few minutes before Jack began his antics.
"So, Tim..." my husband began and I could hear the faintly disguised venom in his tone "apart from working in a gatehouse for a caravan park, what else do you do? Study? Got a family... any aspirations?"
"Jaaacck," I interrupted, a warning for him to stop.
"What? It's just a question babe," he answered arrogantly.
"Jack stop, it's for your own good!" I warned.
"What!" he asked incredulously, chuckling as if he didn't know what he was doing, blowing off my words "we're friends, I'm just asking him a question trying to get to know this... upscale young man," he oozed with sarcasm.
The sentence was an attempt at a dig, to belittle Tim, to get back at him for the kiss, but Tim just laughed
"Nah! got not time for studies," he professed clear and honest, so sure of himself "spend most of my time finding pretty bitches to fuck from the caravan park, you know what I mean? Think I found myself a good one to."
Jacks jaw tightened as he looked back to see Timora taking me in, and I couldn't keep the smirk off my face,
that's what he gets for acting like a cocky brat
I thought.
Jack held back his anger and smoothed his voice out before replying "Haha, nice try buddy, but I think a little boy like you would have a bit of a hard time trying to crack that nut" he responded looking to me for support, of which he found none, my attention suddenly out the window at nothing in particular. If only he knew just how untrue the statement was he would have shut his mouth.
I went to tell Jack to quit it but Timora simply shook his head and held up a hand "Naw its cool" he stated noticing I was about to intervene, he didn't need me to fight his battles, he had already won, Jack was just a little slow on the uptake.
He turned his attention back to Jack "Yeah man, you probably right, but she definitely knows how to crack out a nut or two" he looked out the window like his words hadn't just silenced the whole car and dismantled all of Jacks false bravado.
Jack looked in the rear-view mirror and raised his eyebrows at me with a scowl as if asking
well aren't you going to help me here
, but I simply shook my head to confirm I wasn't going to get involved, if he wanted to pick a fight instead of taking my advice to keep it grown up then he could handle the repercussions, but jacks eyes narrowed, and I guess it's cause he saw I had gone slightly blush.
Once Jack knew he wasn't getting any backup he continued unable to help himself
"Watch how you speak about my wife kid," he jabbed
"Why don't you ask your wife who she thinks is the kid?"
"Oh yeah? And what does that mean?"
Tim starred directly into the rear-view holding Jacks gaze "She told me you aint never made her cum before," Tim stated bluntly with a big smile, fake laughing into his hand to add insult to injury.
