Rita Pushes Her Boundaries

Kevin accepted the proffered Padron and struck a wooden match to light it. He took a few contemplative puffs and sent three smoke rings toward the ceiling, one after the other. James, his host, cut the wax seal on a dusty bottle covered with Napoleonic ciphers and applied the wine key. They were in for a treat tonight and Kevin wondered what was the occasion.

James wasn't in a hurry to fill in the blanks. He poured out two measures of the antique brandy and lit up his own cigar. They put their feet up on the coffee table and smoked and sipped and admired the books and rich furnishings of the study. Kevin was thinking of asking to borrow James' copy of "Brideshead" when the older man came to the point.

"We've been friends a long time, yes?" He asked.

"Good friends," Kevin replied. "Best friends, I'd say."

"If I told you something shocking... would it damage our friendship?"

"Well, it depends on how shocking, obviously." Kevin swirled his brandy in the fishbowl-like snifter. "But if something needs saying then it needs to be said. If it damages our friendship then maybe I wasn't so good a friend to begin with."

James took a swallow and refreshed their drinks. "I was good friends with your father, as well."

"Yes, I remember. Peas in a pod. Kind of how you and I are now."

"He was my mentor, my friend. We were very close." James sighed and pursed his lips as if reluctant to speak. "I was close to your father and also your mother."

Kevin laughed. "I knew about that, if that's what you're worried about. You and John may have kept the secret but Kate never could."

Relieved, James joined in his laughter. "Well, it's a relief to get it off my chest."

"Yeah, it was an understandable situation. I know you weren't betraying him."

James picked up the remote and weighed it in his hand. "That will make this a little easier for you to grasp, then."

"There's more?"

He pressed the power button and the television came to life. A video was already playing as the picture came up, a scene from a pornographic movie, a woman performing oral sex on a man.

"You find my wife attractive, don't you?" James asked in the tone of voice he might use when asking if you play chess.

"Is that... is that her?" Kevin managed to choke out, well knowing the answer already.

"That's her."

"And... that's not you."

"Sadly, no. This was posted anonymously on the internet by a man she met at a party."

The video appeared to be playing on a loop, an animated gif. The woman, James' wife, was kneeling in front of a man. She was dressed in an olive green blouse and a necklace of chunky turquoise stones. She wore silver earrings shaped like a star and a moon. Her striking bronze hair was worn short and swept back and her face was made up as if for an occasion.

But the thing about her that drew Kevin's eye was her mouth, which was lovingly wrapped around the penis that jutted out from under the man's t-shirt. He watched in fascination as she bobbed on the man's penis several times, glanced upward up at him, then shut her big blue eyes and pushed herself down, down, all the way down until her nose was buried in the nest of his pubic hair. And back up to repeat.

"Well, shit!" Kevin exclaimed when he was able to tear his eyes off the lurid scene. "Do you want me to help you track this guy down?"

"Oh, no," James replied, still watching the video with analytical detachment. "Rita's taking care of that. I almost feel sorry for the guy when she does. Almost."

James poured himself another brandy, offering the bottle to Kevin who politely declined.

"Kevin, my friend, there was a time when your father could no longer take care of all your mother's needs. He wanted better for her than he could provide so he asked me to stand in. I didn't want to do it. I had a great deal of love and respect for them both, a brotherly love. But I knew if it had to be done it could only be done with a friend. Ultimately, we all three benefited from the relationship. Now I am asking you, sincerely, to do the same for me."

"You... want me to... have sex... with your wife?"

"Oral sex," James corrected him, pointing at the image on the television screen for emphasis. "And lots of it."

*****

Kevin carried his glass out to the kitchen where he found Rita sitting on a stool at the island counter. She didn't look like a Jezebel, dressed in jeans and a hooded sweatshirt bearing the logo for the local baseball team. She looked up from her crossword puzzle and smiled at him, indicating the stool across the corner from her. He took a seat and put his hand on hers by way of greeting. She was warm and, now he knew, she was willing.

"Did James fill you in?" She asked him.

"He did," he replied, meeting her eyes calmly despite his nervous tension.

"And how do you feel about it?"

"I'm... conflicted."

Rita smiled cryptically and nibbled on the tip of her pinkie. "We've been flirting for a long time. Haven't you hoped something like this would happen?"

"Oh, I want it. I want it bad," he chuckled. "But I'm terrified of ruining my friendship with the two of you. If I had to choose between making love to you and being your friend, I would have to choose 'friend'."

Her face broke into a broad grin. "That is why you are the best person to help us, Kevin. Because right now we need a friend."

Kevin studied Rita's pretty middle-aged face, still not entirely believing the proposal his friend and business partner had made to him. "And you need..."

"...to suck your dick, mm-hmm," she said, finishing his thought with no apparent embarrassment. "I've become obsessed with it lately and, uh, my husband thinks that three or more times a day is excessive."

"That does seem like a lot. But I guess I could at least give it a try."

"Oh good. You won't have to carry the entire burden. James will still do his part. But he wants to do other things with his wife, as well."

"That's understandable. I would want to do other things too."

"Oh, but we can't," Rita interjected, a look of concern on her face. "He explained the rules to you, didn't he?"

"Yes, yes he did. I only meant that if you were my wife, I would want to, you know, other things. I don't intend to break the rules."

"That's good, dear. Because we're being given a wonderful gift, a gift of love. But he'll be keeping an eye on us. What happens in the future depends very much on how we conduct ourselves in the present."

"So what do we do now?"

Rita glanced around and her eyes fell on the couch in the living room before turning back to his. "You're probably still feeling a little shy about it. What if we make out a little bit, ease into it that way?"

"Is that allowed?" He asked as they rose and she took his arm.

"Oh sure. There's going to be some contact, some foreplay. You're not going to just stick it through a hole in the fence for me, you know?"

The thought of it, of Rita servicing an anonymous penis through a fence, both disturbed and intrigued him. He let himself be led to the couch and she unzipped her sweatshirt. As she shrugged off the garment, he saw she was wearing a tight white t-shirt with no bra. Her areolas were clearly visible through the thin fabric and her nipples were standing out proudly. Kevin was considerably less disturbed now and much more intrigued.

She sat down next to him and leaned into his arms. She didn't try to kiss him, just rested her head on his shoulder. They sat there for minutes, holding each other, feeling each other breathe. She lifted her face to his and he kissed her soft full lips and the sensation thrilled him as their mouths melded together. She was a good kisser. He felt that she made him a better kisser. They made soft smacking sounds and he heard her moan softly, 'Mmmmm', or maybe he heard himself.

Almost involuntarily his tongue probed past her lips and she sucked it into her mouth. His hands explored her t-shirt and her denim-clad thighs. He felt her hand on his crotch, making him gasp. Still kissing him she slowly stroked his stiff dick. With one hand he hurriedly undid his belt and she helped him with his fly. With no hesitation she went down in his lap and took him in her mouth.

He leaned back on the sofa and watched the back of her head moving up and down and side to side as she blew him methodically. He was so horny and her mouth felt so good on his organ that he knew it would not last long. As he got close, he remembered that his friend made him promise not to come in his wife's mouth but he wasn't sure he could keep that promise just then. Fortunately, the moment he began to ejaculate, Rita pulled away and finished him with her hand.

To his surprise she took off her t-shirt, bare as she was underneath, and used the article to clean up his belly and her hand. She kissed him as she did so, pushing her tongue into his mouth. She stood up, her boobs swinging, and put her sweatshirt back on.

"That wasn't so bad, was it?" She asked rhetorically with a smug, self-satisfied look in her eyes.

*****

Kevin stared at the phone for the longest time, trying to make up his mind. She'd done it. He hadn't imagined it. Still, he found it hard to believe that she would come at his call to do it again. Finally he looked up Rita's mobile number and texted 'My apartment, 7 pm'. An agonizing minute went by before she responded with a smiling face emoji. It was going to happen again.

In the living room he moved the love seat to face the full-length mirror on the wall, as she requested. In the kitchen he set out refreshments that he knew she liked. In the bathroom he brushed his teeth and took a hot shower. In the bedroom he put on a pair of silk pajama pants and a tight t-shirt. Then back to the living room to wait for his guest.

She knocked on his door precisely at seven and his heart raced with excitement. 'I shouldn't feel this good about having sex with my best friend's wife,' he told himself. But if he denied feeling it he'd be lying. And he could tell by the look on her face when he opened the door that she felt the same. After a little wine and small talk they went to sit down and he put his arm around her. There was no hiding the tent his erection made in his pants.

"It would be best if you don't think of me as me when we do this." She told him, looking into the reflection of his eyes in the mirror.

"No?"

"No. Think of me as some teasing skank you dated back in college. Now I'm back in your life and you're going to just use me to satisfy your lust."

"Why's that?"

"So you don't fall in love with me. It's important that we keep this strictly physical." She crossed her legs and leaned into his lap, reaching across to grasp his stiffness. "Am I flattering myself to think you could fall in love with me?"

"No, you're not," he replied without hesitation and without dissembling. It was a good idea to do this in front of the mirror. They made a very attractive couple. They would be even more attractive once his dick was in her mouth.

"Well, don't do it, okay?" Rita requested as she kissed his tip through the silk of his pants.

"I guess you better not fall in love with me either," he replied, silently willing her to get on with it already.

"I'll do my best," she said and pulled outward on his waistband, freeing his cock briefly before trapping it again between her soft lips.

Kevin gasped and made a soft thrust into her mouth. She held the contact and sucked him gently while he lifted his hips to push off his pants. Once he was naked below the waist she pushed her face down on him, crawling down his shaft with her lips until they were wrapped around the base. Then she came all the way up and swirled her tongue around his head.

"Last time we were in a hurry," she said to his dick. "Let's take our time tonight."

"Fine by me," he groaned as her lips again engulfed him. "Take all the time you need."

There were no more words then, only groans and moans and the frequent obscene slurps. In the mirror, Kevin admired her feline body draped over the cushions next to him while her head did a complicated dance in his lap. It was like watching a porn movie while the star painted a masterpiece on his dick with her tongue. His hand roamed her waist and broad rump possessively.

While she licked and throated his cock, he tugged the hem of her skirt up bit by bit. She was wearing old-style stockings held up by suspenders... very hot. He liked to think she was wearing them just for him but that was frequently how she dressed. How long had he admired these legs in stockings, in hose, in tights, and fantasized what it must be like to put his hands on them. And here they were for him to put on hands and to fantasize about what else he might like to do with them.

How far would things go? He was pretty confident as she pushed herself down on him and swallowed him completely. She sometimes slept around with other guys. That much he knew. James had girlfriends on the side. They tried to be discreet but over the years he had no illusions about their lifestyle. He did flirt with Rita but never really tried to intrude on their relationship. Now that he they had invited him in? He felt her tongue snake out to lick his scrotum while her epiglottis gagged on the head of his dick.

When his balls were about to boil he tapped her on the back of the neck to let her know. She stayed down until the very last moment before popping him out of her mouth and masturbating him into a hand towel from her purse. As much as he would have liked to paint her tongue he was glad he didn't when she kissed him afterward. Three times a day? This was going to be a long summer.

*****

The following weeks were a whirlwind of clandestine meetings, casual meetups and blowjobs of every description. Once it sank in that this was for real, that Rita's hot lips were at his disposal, Kevin determined to take full advantage. And Rita appreciated his enthusiasm. She blew him in every room of his place and hers. She became a fixture in his SUV, protected by his tinted windows as she sucked him in traffic, in parking garages and on long romantic drives in the country.

She got on her knees under his desk at work, in the changing room at the gym, on the dogleg of the seventh hole at their country club. One time, recalling some nasty thing she said, he sent her to a secluded spot in the city park to service him through a hole in a fence. She told him she pretended she didn't know who it was on the other side and it frightened her how nasty and turned on it made her feel. That kind of frightened Kevin, as well.

As for technique, Rita set an impossibly high bar for other cocksuckers. She could finish him in a couple of minutes when they were pressed for time. She could make it last an hour when they had the time and never seemed impatient. Sometimes she sloppily licked him like an ice cream cone. Other times she went down with clinical precision. Kevin took her mouth from every possible angle and studied the top of her head, the bulge and hollowing of her cheeks, the muscles and tendons of her throat.

Always she stopped short of taking his load in her mouth. She confessed that it took a lot of willpower, perhaps as much as it took him not to force her to swallow his semen. It was almost as if she was daring him to do it. She made one notable exception to this rule. One evening they were sitting in the hot tub at his apartment complex. Beneath the surface of the hot roiling water she had his cock out of his bathing suit and was stroking it absent-mindedly with one hand while they passed a joint between them.

"Tell me when you're just about to go," she told him.

When he told her, she slipped under the water, taking him between her lips and sucking him vigorously. He exploded in her mouth and could feel her swallowing until the last throb of his climax. Then she emerged dripping from the water, grinning lasciviously.

"Yummy," she exclaimed, and he would never forget that word and how she said it.

*****

But their temporary relationship wasn't all one-sided. The second time Rita came to his apartment Kevin asked if he could return the favor.

"It would feel weird, you taking care of me and I can't take care of you," he explained. "It's still oral, isn't it?"

She seemed reluctant but was clearly giving it some thought. "I don't know, Kev. That might not be the spirit of the rule."

"Did James specifically rule it out? He's precise in his speech. If he didn't want it I'd think he would have been more specific."

Rita looked at him slyly, as if gauging whether he was being manipulative. "Well, maybe this is a situation where I can ask him after the fact. When he's in a good mood."

Kevin's heart leaped when she stretched out her legs and pushed her athletic skort over her hips and down to her knees. She stood up and stepped out of them, walked over to where he was sitting and put her hands in his hair. He lifted her shirt and kissed her soft belly, inhaled her fragrance. He kissed her bush through her panties and nibbled gently at her lips through the fabric. She moaned and pressed his head against her pelvis with her hands.

The eagerness with which she complied made Kevin think she expected this to happen but wanted it to be his idea, wanted him to persuade her. This was fine with him because he wanted her pussy so bad he felt ready to say "Damn" to any consequences. He tugged down the waistband of her panties and felt her curly pubes on his chin. He savored that moment, knowing that he was about to pass a threshold of delight. Then he plunged his tongue into her wetness and sought out her clitoris.

He didn't take it slow but went for maximum pleasure, fearing, however unreasonably, that she might have second thoughts and take away his treat. He wanted to please her, to satisfy her so that she wouldn't think twice about letting him do it again. And she certainly seemed to be pleased, holding his head like a football and thrusting herself into his face. He licked at her hungrily, rubbed his face in her crotch. She cocked her leg up on the couch beside him and eventually pushed him back on the cushion to straddle his face. She came with a whine and a shudder and Kevin felt proud to have given back some measure of the satisfaction she was giving him.

James must have been okay with his wife's pussy getting eaten because it became a regular thing for them. Not as regular as the blowjobs. Rita had to be in a particular mood for it. And of course it wasn't as convenient. She couldn't exactly whip it out in a car or an alleyway or a public restroom. So when it did happen Kevin tried to make it special, bringing the same variety and creativity that she brought for him.

But as much as he enjoyed giving and receiving oral with Rita, Kevin couldn't help wanting more. In a moment of weakness he let her know. "I want to fuck you so bad."

She chuckled at his confession. "I know, baby. But we can't. Not yet. Maybe not ever. You have to be patient. Can you do that for me?"

He felt bad. But not bad enough to stop.

*****

Things came to a head in late August. Labor day weekend was around the corner and the cut-off date they had agreed to. But if he had to be honest, Kevin was tired of getting his cock sucked. He thought he sensed Rita's enthusiasm tapering off as well.

James was out of town on business and Rita invited Kevin to spend the night at a nearby spa resort. It didn't sound like a good idea but she had him so whipped he would have walked on coals if she asked nicely. He drove her out on the back of his Goldwing and they spent the day being soaked and scraped and massaged. Rita got her hair and makeup done and wore a dress to dinner that looked like something out of old Hollywood.

When they got back to their room they toasted with Moet & Chandon and got toasted on some sticky Peruvian flake. Then she showed him the contents of her overnight bag: sex toys, restraints, scented oils and flavored lubes. The lady came to play.