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Other
by deirdre
12/10/95
"And you think he *wants* you to suffer!?"
Just silliness. Jeff is definitely one of those guys who thinks he's
God's Gift to Women. But he makes me laugh. And he knows *exactly* what
he's saying--he pokes fun at himself, but at the same time, he really
*means* every word. Here he was, talking about *me* suffering because I
can't have *him*. And that my husband Wes would never want me to suffer,
therefore I should cheat!
"You think you're so smart," I said. I *knew* I wasn't hiding my
smile very well. He's just so damn *cute*.
"Oh, you don't know how much you *hurt* me," he said in mock anguish.
Suddenly he kissed me! Then he was gone.
I stood there, looking after him. The devil. I *should* be angrier
at him than I felt. I could tell that he could have *easily* led me
further from the straight-and-narrow than this risque conversation and
quick kiss. Did he know that?
Of course he did! Well, in all probability, yes; he was entirely too
adept at these matters. I realized that I should be *much* more careful
with him--and with myself.
And the next day, there he was asking me to take pity on him again. I
couldn't really escape him, living next door. But I was more guarded, and
fortunately he didn't seem inclined to press me harder than during our
previous meeting. "Are you *sure* Wes doesn't want to see you happy?"
"I'm happy with *Wes*!" I said, stupidly taking up his game.
"We've *got* to *convince* him." More of his mock seriousness.
"Of *what*?"
"To let us have our moment together. It was *meant* to be!"
I laughed at him. Later, once again, I realized that I was still
playing into his hand. What should I do? It seemed any time I engaged
him in conversation, he could twist it to something we shouldn't be
talking about. Did I have to ignore him? To act like I didn't see or
hear him?
I looked at Wes that night as he watched TV. What would he think? If
it were me, I'd explode! No, I'd never seen Wes get jealous or angry like
that, but he couldn't possibly know what Jeff was like. I just *knew*
Wes. I *knew* how he would react--I was sure of my instincts.
The next day I got home from shopping, and Jeff met me at my own door!
He put his fingers to his lips, then said "Come here!" He grabbed my arm
and pulled me inside and through my house, but stopped in the front hall
long enough to whisper "Stay absolutely quiet."
I noticed he was keeping his footsteps quiet and something made me
copy him. He pulled me through the house toward our bedroom. Why was I
doing this? I don't know... there was something strange: he seemed so
serious when usually he always seemed to be grinning inside. Finally, we
stood in the bedroom.
I stared. Wes was there. He was sitting in our rocker. Blindfolded.
And his arms were tied to the arms of the chair. His fly was open and his
cock was hanging out!
Jeff left me standing at the door, and was over by Wes! Wes's legs
were tied to the front legs of the rocker. All the tying was done with
clothes: sleeves of shirts and things. "OK, Wesley, how're you doing?"
asked Jeff, finally.
Wes didn't answer. Jeff's hand went right to Wes's cock! He started
playing with it. Finally Jeff went on: "What were you thinking about
while you waited for me, Wesley?"
Nothing.
"Did you think about Candy?"
"Yes." Candy!?
"Did you think about Candy sucking your cock?"
"Uh, yes." Who was Candy? Jeff continued to play with Wes's cock,
slowly squeezing, and moving it this way and that. Jeff glanced back at
me, and seeing my expression, nodded at the bed.
There was a magazine on the bed, laying open. There were pictures of
a naked blonde, lying on the floor, sitting in a chair, standing outside
next to a palm tree. The captions referred to "Candy". I flipped to the
next page and it showed Candy kissing another naked woman. I quickly
flipped it back!
"You *like* that Candy, don't you?" continued Jeff.
"Uh, yes," came Wes's answer.
"The way she looks, naked like that. You'd like to fuck her, wouldn't
you?"
"Yes!" I noticed that Wes was getting a little hard!
Jeff didn't answer right away, but just kept playing with Wes's cock.
Finally he said: "Let's get you on the bed."
He untied Wes's hands, then tied them together in front of him. Then
he untied his legs and pulled him to standing and over to the bed. Soon
he had him tied to the bed, on his back, his arms pulled to the bedposts,
still blindfolded. Then he pulled off his pants and underpants and soon
he had his legs tied too, leaving him spread-eagled and naked from the
waist down.
"What do you think?" Jeff whispered in my ear. I didn't answer. Then
he pulled me to the foot of the bed and pushed me 'til I was sitting
between Wes's legs. Then he leaned over and whispered in my ear: "Touch
his cock."
I stared at Wes, lying there. "Do it," added Jeff, still whispering
softly. I did it. I started handling it just like Jeff had been doing.
Jeff was sort of half on the bed, behind me, his face right next to
mine. "You like that?" he said out loud. Wes didn't say anything, and
Jeff laughed. "
Would you like Candy to touch it like this?" Still no answer. "How
abut Gina?" Me! "You'd like Gina to touch you like this, wouldn't you,
Wesley?"
"Yes!"
"You want to suck my cock?" continued Jeff.
"No!" came Wes's answer.
"You'd *like* sucking it, wouldn't you?"
"No!" I was still touching Wes. But now, Jeff had his fingers on my
clothes!
He was unbuttoning buttons!
"But you'll suck it, won't you?"
Wes didn't answer. He just lay there. My pants were undone and Jeff
was pulling them down! Then Jeff spoke again: "You like a cock in your
ass?"
"No!" Now Jeff was touching me! I was wet.
"Will you take mine?" Nothing: Wes didn't answer. "Wesley, will you
let me fuck your ass?" Still no answer! I stared.
"How about Gina? Will you let me touch Gina? While she touches you
like this?" I was still handling Wes's cock. He didn't answer. Jeff
continued to finger me.
"Come on, Wesley, what do you think? Will you let me *fuck* Gina
while she does this?" Right when he said *fuck*, he plunged into me!
"No!"
"Yes, you will, won't you Wesley?" He was sliding in and out,
silently, but enough to drive me crazy! I don't know how I kept quiet.
"Wouldn't you like Gina and Candy here? Candy sitting on your face? Gina
kissing her? Wouldn't you like to see them sixty-nine?" No answer. "I
*know* you would."
"Yes!" Jeff was still fucking me. I couldn't stand it!
"Wouldn't you like me to fuck Gina? While Candy makes you eat her?"
"Yes!"
"Gina would like my cock, wouldn't she?" No answer. "Wouldn't she
like to see me do your ass?" Still no answer, but Jeff whispered in my
ear: "Push your finger into his ass. Don't stop playing with his cock!"
I ended up leaning on both elbows--I don't know how I managed. I got
my finger in. "You *like* that, don't you Wesley?" Wes had been getting
harder, but now he was rock solid. I was right there, and I thought about
taking it right in my mouth. As if he read my mind, Jeff whispered in my
ear "Don't suck it." Then he spoke out loud: "You like that finger, don't
you? You're ready for a cock, aren't you?"
"Yes!"
"You want my cock in your ass?"
"Yes!"
"Hard?"
"Yes!" Jeff was still managing to fuck me and I was on the verge.
"I'd rather fuck Gina. You want me to fuck Gina hard?"
"Yes!" It was too much for me to bear and it happened, right then. I
must have stopped doing Wes's cock for a moment while I felt it pass
through me. I felt Jeff spurting into me. Wes came too, spraying his own
shirt.
"Don't stop fingering him," came Jeff's whisper. Then in a minute, he
was pulling me away from Wes. I was standing, and I silently got my pants
on again. Jeff was dressed too, and he went and untied Wes's hands.
"Don't take off the blindfold," he said. Soon he had Wes's legs undone
too.''
"Roll over and pull your cheeks apart," said Jeff. Wes did it, lying
there on his stomach, holding his cheeks! Jeff laughed. "Not today!
Roll back on your back and play with yourself."
Wes was doing that as Jeff pulled me out of the room. "Don't stop"
Jeff said to him as we left. "I guess he *does* want you to enjoy
yourself," he whispered in my ear when we were clear. Then he was kissing
me. His tongue invaded my mouth.
"OK, I'm going now," he whispered when he finally broke it. I stood
there, feeling like I was about to faint. "Now go back in there, and
'catch' him masturbating." And he was gone.
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Other
by deirdre
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