"Yeah, it's Jonathan," I answered my phone. It was a couple of days after I'd sent the lovely Jane home, and for some reason I hadn't been able to get her out of my mind. I didn't quite know why -- she wasn't the sexiest woman I'd been with, or the most submissive (remind me to tell you about Lauren at some point...), or even just the best lay. Still, there was something about her...
Maybe it was the fact that she didn't act like most wives I went out with. Yeah, there was a certain mystery to her, something that edged me on. It definitely wasn't because I was violating my second rule -- the one about not falling for a married woman, oh no, no, no.
"Hey, Jonathan, it's someone who needs to get her wet pussy fucked by your hard dick, and soon," the unforgettable voice of Jane greeted me.
"Oh, you're gonna have to narrow it down," I teased her. You can't ever let them think they're the only one for you, you know. The line went silent for a moment -- I could almost see her slightly annoyed face before me; once again the conversation wasn't going the way she had planned.
"It's Jane," she finally said, sounding a little disappointed that I apparently didn't recognise her voice.
"Oh Jane!" I exclaimed, seemingly overjoyed to hear from her, "I was just thinking about you... how's your ass?" See, when I spank someone, I care to remember and ask to her reddened body part. I'm considerate that way.
"Still a bit sore, but more than ready for another round," she breathed into the phone, trying -- and succeeding -- to sound seductive.
"Oh yeah? You don't think
Mister
Jane will mind that?" I enquired, reminding her that she was a bad little wifey to forget the one she swore to love and honour.
"He's out of the way, don't worry..." she promised, sounding indifferent to his whereabouts. She was tempting me more and more. What was it with this girl?
"What did you have in mind?" I asked with a beginning erection.
"Well, I was thinking I would cook for you, we'd have a nice dinner together, then we'd retire to the bedroom, and you'd teach me what happens to unfaithful wives... while I scream in orgasm," she said with a naughty little giggle.
Yup, she certainly was tempting no doubt about that. But there were little bells going off in my head, telling me I needed to stay in control of this lady, or it would end badly.
"Hmm, as good as that sound, let's just skip the dinner. Give me your address and I'll be over at nine." Dinner leads to romance, romance leads to trouble. Not that I normally mind dinner (or trouble for that matter...) but I'd better skip any complications with this woman until I had figured out what there was about her. That didn't mean I'd pass up the opportunity to screw her in her marital bed though.
"Oh," she answered, clearly not happy with my rejection but she folded nevertheless, "okay, at nine. I'll be ready by then."
She gave me instructions and we (I) hung up.
---
She (and her husband, I assumed) lived in a fairly typical suburban house. I parked in the driveway -- if she had asked me to try to keep it all a secret, I would, but she had kept insisting that her husband wasn't an issue, so I'd either call her bluff or take advantage of the situation. Either was fine with me, really. The only odd thing was that there were two cars in the garage -- she'd clearly stated that her husband was out. Oh well, maybe he'd driven with someone else.
I was ten minutes late which was more or less intentional -- punctuality is fine between equals but it's good to let a sub sweat a little. It lets them know who's in charge -- and who's not.
The door was unlocked, so I ignored the doorbell and just went in. Arrogant, I know, but we all have our little quirks.
She was in the kitchen, preparing snacks. Evidently, she was hell-bent on feeding me -- probably the housewife instincts kicking in. Fine by me, who doesn't like post-sex snacking?
Jane (whose last name was Krawiec, I'd gathered from her mailbox, Jane Krawiec and Arnold Moore) was dressed to kill. Or at least to seduce. She was wearing a green dress with a very deep V-cut neckline that her incredible boobs really managed to fill -- I almost felt sorry for the thin straps that seemed under a lot of strain to keep her delicious hooters from breaking free.
She was standing at a table, putting various kinds of unhealthy goods in little bowls with her front turned to me, but very occupied with her task. I was standing in the shadow, with an excellent opportunity to study her without her knowing -- and yes, the first thing I noticed was her busty chest.
Not her long, dark hair that she had brushed till every single strain of hair lay perfect, falling down beneath her shoulders. Neither her pretty face with the discreet, yet effective make-up, no it was her huge and attention-craving tits. In my defence though, she was standing slightly bent over the table, presenting me with a very direct view of her deep cleavage. To my eager eyes her wedding ring practically sparkled in the dim light from the overhead lamp. A sex-bomb, just waiting for me...
"Like what you see?" she suddenly asked without looking up from her task. Shit, how did she know?
"Ehh..." I began, for once caught completely off-guard, "yes, I was. I am. You look way hot," I rambled.
She looked up at me with raised eyebrows, clearly amused that she had managed to disturb the confidence I had succeeded in showing her so far.
Alright, she won that one, time to move on.
"So," I said as I walked towards her, trying to find my cool again, "you're just determined to feed me?" I seized a pair of peanuts as I said so, underlining my point.
"Well," she said shrugging, "I figured it would be nice..."
"- to serve food for the strange man you invited into your home after dark?" I finished for her.
"Oh yeah," she quickly agreed, "can't have the strange man I invited over run out of energy. We'll need you to keep up your strength... and stamina!" Her lips formed a sultry smile as she winked at me. She wasn't easy to faze, I'd give her that.
I stepped up close to her and let my hands encircle her waist, pulling her close to me, "let's see what we've got," I muttered into her mouth as I placed a demanding kiss on her lips.
For once there was no struggle for dominance, no token resistance to be broken down. The moment our lips touched, she seemed to melt into my embrace, surrendering completely.
My tongue invaded her mouth while my hands were busy exploring her ass. Her dress was relatively short and it only took a second before my hands were up under it, feeling the naughty housewife up. Her ass was exactly as I remembered it; tight, firm and soft -- very spankable, oh yes.
"Mhm..." she murmured and winked at me, "I'm still sore."
"No panties?" I asked as my hands met no fabric of any kind under her delightfully short dress.
"Why would I wear panties?" she asked with a lusty gleam in her eye, "it's not like I've dressed for my husband..."
God, she knew what turned me on. Her total disregard for the man she married and her complete subservice to me had my cock fighting for freedom from my jeans. Unable to resist, I grabbed one of her hands and led it down to my zipper. Knowing what to do, she quickly unzipped it and freed my iron-hard dick from my jeans and boxers.
"Oooh!" she purred happily, "is all that for me?"
"Mhm," I agreed, "maybe you could appreciate it better if you were on your knees..." I pointed out, romantic as ever.
She bowed down and gave it a lingering kiss, greedily sucking most of the head into her warm mouth, but letting it go all too soon.
"It's tempting, darling, but I was thinking we'd retire to the bedroom. To mine... and my husband's... bed," she said with a wicked smile, "you know, the place where he and I first consummated our marriage."
She had an
excellent
point.
"Lead the way," I told her and followed her without even bothering to close my pants.
Their bedroom was on the first floor. It had a double-sized bed -- neatly made -- some closets, a bedside-table and a... closed door?
"What's in there?" I asked, my natural curiosity momentarily stealing the control away from my general hornyness.
"Nothing," she said quickly -- a little too quickly? -- "just a toilet. That's been out of order for a couple of weeks now. Now, where were we?" She looked at me and set her sight on my hardon, still sticking out of my unzipped pants.
"I think I was gonna sit here," I said and went to the bed, "in your husband's bed, and you were gonna kneel here," I pointed at the floor between my legs, "and suck my dick."
"Oh yes, I remember. I was finally gonna taste that big... hard... cock again," she said loudly with a sultry smile, "I've missed it."
Without another word, she dropped to her knees between my legs and lowered her head to my dick.
"Mhm!" she moaned loudly and lovingly, as if the taste was everything she'd hoped and more. Her right hand grabbed the shaft and began stroking it, up and down in a steady rhythm, while her wonderful mouth focused on the sensitive head. Heavenly!
"Ahh... you're a great cocksucker," I praised her as she took more and more of it into the welcoming warmth of her mouth, "you do that for hubby?"
She pulled her head off my cock and look up at me: "Hah! Yeah, right, I can't remember the last time I had his poor little thing in my mouth!" she said with a condescending smile before diving back to the task at hand.
"No, darling," she continued her point, "this is something I reserve for
men
!"
Suddenly I heard -- or I thought I heard -- an unfamiliar sound coming from the closed off bathroom. I know it may sound strange, as I was sitting there and getting sucked off by a sexy wife, but then again, one learns to be on the lookout for jealous husbands...
