She kept stroking my cock. I opened my eyes and studied her. Was this one of her stories? It sounded like fantasies she'd spun before. Or was it something else? There was a new glint in her eye, a challenging raise to the eyebrow.
But I couldn't deny the fact that my cock throbbed when she said it.
"I was a very naughty girl today ..." she said. She took my cock in her mouth again, bobbing up and down several times quickly, coating it with spit, then sitting up again and stroking slowly, wetly. Before I could think of anything to say, she continued.
"I've been seducing him for two weeks, and today I instructed him to meet me at a certain hotel," she said throatily. "I was determined today to have sex with him. To taste his cock on my tongue, to feel him fill my pussy. To let another man's hands roam my breasts, my hips, my ass ... to ride him, as I'm doing to you now. And you love that idea, don't you ... Daddy?"
I was off balance. I couldn't think. We'd played this scenario so many times, it was arousing as always. Yet there was something different this time. I couldn't tell how, exactly: I couldn't piece any thoughts together, the way she stroked my cock - now harder than I could remember it ever being - the way her undulating body kept throwing me glimpses of the skin of her tummy, her breast, her flowery bra ... the special, and especially cute, bra that I suddenly couldn't remember seeing before ...
My hands stroked her hips, touching the blue skirt, the warm skin of her ass. Thinking of her being in this skirt, with no panties, and what she would have done to deserve punishment. "Go on," I croaked.
There was a lipstick in her hand - what she picked up from the nightstand, I surmised. She opened it and began to apply it to her pursed lips. It was a dark color, and I was mesmerized, watching her trace it around her mouth. Her suddenly very grown-up, adult mouth.
"Cranberry," she said. "You love this shade, don't you? You love watching it go around and around ..."
Around and around, I thought. Yes.
"Around and around, and your mind sinks down ... So easy to watch ... as your thoughts sink down ..."
"Down ..." I murmured.
I could picture that wet, cranberry mouth on my shaft. I could picture it on another man's cock, as well. I throbbed again in her hand, at the thought.
"Good boy..."
She shifted forward, her knees moving up my sides. Now my hard cock was pressed between my abdomen and her wet, warm cunt. It throbbed painfully as she rocked forward, and back, sliding her clit along its length.
"I bought new clothes, just for him. I put on these cute little white socks," she reached back to pop off one, then the other, with a finger, as she kept rocking her cunt on my cock, and brushed the little socks over my chest. "I wore this cute little schoolgirl-uniform shirt ... " She untied it, and let it slide off her shoulders, showing the flowery bra - padded, like a girl's first starter bra, but sized for my wife's grown-up form. "I found this bra just the other day - I bought it for him, too ..." She unhooked it, and bent over, freeing her large, round breasts. Finally seeing her nipples, hard and erect and so suckable, made my mouth water.
"And of course, this little blue plaid skirt. I ordered this online the day I decided to seduce this man. Because I wanted him to see me as a vulnerable, innocent little girl ... before he saw me as the strong adult woman who would take control of his cock." She unsnapped the skirt, and it fell away, and finally she was revealed - completely nude, completely adult - atop my member, rubbing it, edging it, without allowing me release.
"But - You - " I couldn't speak, couldn't think. She was incredible. I was tied in knots. My mind eclipsed, I could only babble. And squirm mindlessly under her thrusting.
"You love thinking of me with another man, don't you baby?" she cooed.
"I -"
She ran a finger in a circle around her cranberry lips. Around, and around ... Then around her full, round breast, circling her hard nipple, leaving cranberry traces ... Around, and around ...
"Yes ..." I moaned, helplessly.
"Good boy."
She moved up my body once more, and I felt the moist heat from her dripping cunt travel from my painful erection to my stomach, my chest, and to my chin. I could almost imagine her leaving a wet trail, like a snail's, along my skin. She settled her calves across my wrists, completely pinning me, as her pussy came to rest over my nose and mouth. I instinctively started to lick, thrusting my tongue deeply into her crevice, and sucking on the fat bud of her clit. She moaned.
"When he came into the hotel room," she went on, one hand cupping my head and pressing me into her cunt, "the first thing he saw was me in my little schoolgirl outfit. I sank to my knees and pulled out his cock, looking up at him the whole time. I wanted to taste his cum. But I also wanted him to cum inside me. Fortunately, we had hours, so I had time for both, several times..."
I suddenly realized what I was tasting. Her cunt tasted like it had the few times I'd eaten her out after cumming inside her - but different, too. Just different enough to suggest it was another man's cum. Was this a true story, after all? My cock gave another jolt, and I continued licking and sucking, moaning into her pussy.
"I bent over in my little skirt, showing him my bare ass and pussy, and he roared like a beast and speared into me. It was glorious!" she said, rubbing herself up and down my face. "Oh, that's so good, baby, don't stop ... He pounded into me for what seemed like forever, stretching me out. I'd been sending him such dirty texts, and such naughty pictures, for two weeks, keeping him on the boil. He hasn't had any sexual relief from anything but his hand in months, I think ... and I've forbidden him to get off at all for the last week ... Oh, he was an animal ..."
She slid down my body again, her pussy moving slowly toward the divining rod that was pointed straight at her wetness. "And he was so strong, do you know he lifted me up at one point and held me against the wall as he fucked me? It was amazing ... But for all that strength, his mind was as weak as yours ... He was just as easy to control as you are, isn't that funny?"
She reached back and took my member in her hand, lining it up, as she kissed my lips with her lipsticked mouth. "But then, I guess maybe it just runs in the family."
Family? "What do you mean, runs in - uunggh..."
She had pressed back just enough to push one inch of my cock head inside her, making me lose my words again.
She kissed my mouth again, then moved to whisper in my ear:
"I meant that today I fucked your brother."
"You whaaa...!" I started, but she had planned too carefully. She impaled herself on me in that moment, and I lost all rational thought. "Guuh!" She slid up and down several times, taking me fully inside her at every stroke, before I could put any of my brain back together again.
"That's how I got his attention in the first place, you know," she said. "At that wedding two weeks ago, remember? I'd never been in close proximity to your brother before, though I always thought he was cute on Facebook." She moved up and down, up and down, and I just opened and closed my mouth.
My brother? My motherfucking brother? Yes, she'd told me more than once she had a little crush on him, from what she saw on Facebook - the long-haired musician, a couple years younger than me. And yes, truthfully, we'd included my brother in our stories and pillow talk more than once - fantasizing that she was sandwiched between two brothers had made her cum so hard once, some months earlier, that I'd spun tales about the three of us several more times. Told her to call me by his name while we fucked, once or twice.
"Don't cum yet, Daddy. You know it's better when you wait for permission ..."
I had good ideas sometimes, in our lovemaking. If they were my ideas ...
"I watched him from across the room, and when he looked my way, I sloooowly applied my cranberry lipstick, around and around, while looking right at him, my mouth a perfect cocksucking O. Well, he couldn't think of anything else the rest of the night. And I've been seducing him ever since."
My eyes kept rolling back in my head. I tried to focus on her, but could only get one eye going the right direction at a time. "This better be one of your stories, young lady," I tried to say, but before a couple words were out, she covered my mouth with her hand, still bouncing on my cock. "Sshhh, don't try to talk, Daddy, just watch my bouncy titties. You like watching them, don't you?"
I moaned, and nodded my head, and my eyes lost focus again.
"Where was I? Oh yeah ... He tried to resist me. He really did. Didn't think he could possibly sleep with his brother's wife. But he hadn't had it in soooo long ... And you know I can be very persuasive, don't you? So every day I had a new, logical reason why it would be okay to have me. To take me. A new reason to succumb to me. And every day I sent him a short video of me - at first just saying hi, and watching me putting on my lipstick ... eventually I was stripping, and circling my nipples with my fingers, like this - round and round ..."
