Chapter III of the A Dream Coming True. If you haven't already read them, you may want to start with chapters I and II.
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I stood on my front porch pondering the situation at hand. My wife had just finished giving her old boyfriend, Jack, the most erotic blowjob I had ever seen. I can't help but feeling that my taunting has lead to what occurred. Now I was left with a decision; should I let things play themselves out, - not likely -- or confront my wife, who was acting like a tramp.
I must have lost track of time, because before I knew it, Beth had disappeared from the driveway and I heard her coming in the back-door. She headed up the steps and straight into the bathroom. It wasn't long before I heard the shower running; she obviously wanted to clean up the sticky residue that Jack had deposited on her. I made the decision it was time for us to have a little chat about her escapade. When I walked into the bathroom, Beth must have heard me because she stuck her heard from behind the curtain and practically jumped out of her skin.
"Jesus Christ Ryan! You scared the crap out of me! What are you doing out of bed? Did I wake you?" I was about to jump into my line of questioning when Beth continued, "Since you're up, go wait in the other room while I finish my shower. We need to talk."
With that, she pulled her head back behind the curtain and continued with her shower.
I decided to let this play out. I wanted to see what exactly was on Beth's mind, although I thought I had a pretty good idea. I retreated to the kitchen figuring this would be a good time for a shot of scotch on the rocks. I was seated at the table about halfway through my drink, when Beth came walking in. She was still half-wet from the shower, and had a purple towel wrapped around her. The top of the towel was tucked snugly together, only covering about two-thirds of her tits and the bottom was just long enough to cover her ass.
What a sight to behold Beth is, an exotic beauty, she's part Asian and part Native American Indian. At 5'4" tall Beth has jet black shoulder length hair, smooth olive tone skin, and brown eyes that have a slight far-east slant. Beth has a petite yet athletic body, a beautiful round ass, and a pair of the most perfect 34C tits that I have ever laid my eyes on. I had to marvel at how she was able to keep up her body. For a woman in her late twenties, and having a child that she breast fed, her tits have remained remarkably firm. She has been working out faithfully over the last few months, her arms are tone and legs slender, Beth's abs have tightened very nicely they've even started to develop a faint but noticeable ripple effect.
I took a big swig and polishing off the last of my drink, I set the glass on the table. Without a word, Beth walked over to me, took the bottle of scotch, poured a shot into my glass and proceeded to drink it down in one smooth motion.
Beth stood there a moment, letting the scotch go to work warming her insides; I'm venturing a guess that she needed a bit of liquid courage. Beth straddled me with her alluring legs, placing the empty crystal rocks glass carefully on the table; she rested a hand against my chest. I could feel the heat from her palm through my thin t-shirt, and I shuddered as she leaned coyly towards me. Her teeth nipped my ear gently and then I heard her smoky soft voice; "I've been a bad girl Ryan."
Before I had a chance to respond, Beth straightened up and slowly opened the front of the towel that concealed her body. She held it wide open with both arms spread. Posing for just a split-second, she let it drop to the floor. Her tits were just about at eye level, her nipples hard and pointed. The little triangle landing strip of very short hair just above her pussy revealed her bright pink lips. There was little doubt that Beth was still extremely aroused from the stimulation administered by Jack not so long ago.
Beth took a few steps towards me, and placed one leg on each side of the chair, her legs spread just enough for her pussy lips to begin parting for me. Picking up the bottle of scotch she poured another shot, putting the glass to her lips she downed half of it offering me what remained. Never breaking eye contact I took the glass and slugged down the offering. Beth took the glass from me with a trembling hand and placed it back on the table.
Without breaking eye contact, she reached into my shorts and wrapped her fingers around my shaft. My cock was swelling rapidly in her firm grip. Beth then gently lowered herself onto my throbbing member. Christ; I couldn't believe how hot she was inside. With my cock fully buried in her sweet little pussy, she began rocking her hips, back and forth, ever so slowly. Wrapping her arms around my neck, she continued this for several minutes.
Not stopping her rhythm, Beth finally spoke. "You know I love you with all my heart, don't you Ryan?"
"Of course I do, just like I love you. Why do you ask such a question?"
Stopping her motion just for an instant and gazing into my eyes Beth began her confession; "Because I told you, I've been a bad girl." Beth then continued her methodical movements.
She obviously didn't know that I had seen her little frolic with Jack, so I decide to play along and let Beth tell me what's on her mind. "Yes Beth, you already told me that you've been bad, but why do you say that? What have you done that's so bad?"
Stopping her motions again and with a much more serious tone Beth continued. "Do you remember last month when Jack stopped over?"
"Yes I recall."
"Well, do you recall that you were kind of teasing me, trying to get me worked up and all excited, do you remember that? Do you remember trying to get me to recall how it was to...umm...you know - to fool around with Jack"?
"Yeah I recall Beth, I was teasing you. Trying to get you all hot and bothered, and if I remember, it worked fairly well."
"If you recall, I also warned you that you had better be careful what you wish for." Beth started rocking her hips back and forth again, grinding herself on my shaft. She paused a moment to consider her next words. "I kind of..., well..., started talking to Jack on the phone from time to time. It was innocent at first and then things sort of got carried away."
"Carried away - how so?"
"Do you remember the night when you saw me in the living room? I was, you know, preoccupied."
"You mean the night you were playing with yourself, don't you?"
I could tell Beth's was starting to get more worked up. She had stopped her rocking motion and had started bouncing on my lap sliding her soft lips up and down the entire length of my shaft.
I found myself thinking back to that night. Beth had been sitting in my lazy-boy chair with her heels propped up on the footrest, and her knees spread apart. I had stood there and watched in amazement as she gave her pussy a thorough finger-fucking. I had thought I was hidden from her view, only to find out latter she had known I was watching the whole time.
"Go on Beth - carried away how?" I grabbed both her tits and placing my mouth over one nipple I began sucking aggressively.
"Well, Jack got me all worked up on the phone. That's why I was playing with myself."
I stopped sucking on her hardened, pink nip long enough to continue my questioning. "Tell me Beth, how did Jack get you all worked up?" Sliding my hands down to her hips, I was helping her bounce up and down on my cock. Beth's pace quickened and I knew I couldn't last much longer.
"He told me how hot he got when he was here last month, how his heart was pounding when I touched his chest, how he almost lost it in his pants when I touched him."
"You mean he almost lost it when you gave him a kiss and rubbed the crotch of his pants, is that what you mean?"
"Yes." Beth's eyes were starting to get a glossy look to them.
"What else did Jack say?"
"He said that because I got to touch his dick he should get to, you know, get to touch me. He told me when he sees me next that I should let him play with my tits. Jack told me that he going play with them, massage them, and tickle and tease my nipples until I let him,"
Pausing for a moment, Beth tried to regain her composure.
"Until what?"
"Until I let him play with my pussy."
"Did you tell him that you would let him play with your pussy?"
"Yes, but I told him if he gets to play with my pussy that I get to play with his big dick. Then he asked what I planned on doing with his big dick."
"And what did you tell him?"
"I told him that I was going to play with it - that I was going to take his big cock in both hands and stroke him tell he cum's. Then he asked if stroking his cock was all that I would do for him."
"And what did you tell him?"
"I said that if I'm in the mood and that if he's real lucky, that I might suck on his cock."
"Then he told me that if I was a good girl he would let me suck his big cock and that if I was really a good girl he would take his dick and slide it between my legs into my tight pussy."
I couldn't take any more of this, I lifted Beth off my lap and sat her on the edge of the kitchen table, "lean back and speed your legs, if you're going to act like a slut then I going to treat you like a slut."
With a startled look on her face Beth did as I command, leaning back on her elbows she spread her legs wide for me. I have to admit I surprised myself also; I have never talked to Beth like that before.
"See what happens when you tease a man too far," I held her legs open and shoved my dick into her pussy as deep as I could go.
"Oh God that feels fucking good Ryan, fuck me with your hard cock."
I bent forward and pressed my lips hard against Beth's, and started fucking her with long hard strokes. With each forceful trust forward Beth would let out a little whimper.
