Unspoken Pleasure

"Damn, that was good," Abby finally said. She sat up and reached down to stroke my cock. She found me iron hard and leaking pre-cum. She gave me a quick look of surprise, then smiled and said, "looks like someone's pretty horny." I didn't say anything. How could I tell her I was just fantasizing about her sister's pussy?

She kissed me hungrily. I reached up and grabbed her tits, momentarily wishing they were bigger. She shoved a nipple into my mouth and I feasted. I switched from nipple to nipple, all the while loving it but also wishing there was more.

She fumbled for my cock and I shifted my hips to give her better access. She pushed me down, leaned over and began sucking. Abby's blow jobs are wonderful. She sucks and licks and slurps like it's the last blow job she'll ever be able to give. She has a very talented tongue and knows the perfect way to play with my balls as she sucks. She also knows the perfect time to make eye contact. The look of my sexy wife with a mouthful of cock staring into my eyes is priceless. That night, she was even better. My cock and balls were strained to the limit, and had been all day. While Abby sucked and teased, images of Lauren's shimmying breasts kept popping into my head. I thought about her licking my earlobe, stepping back and pulling her shirt off. She wore the same bra I found that night. I pictured her undoing it, letting her full tits tumble free. She walks up to me, takes my hands, and places them on her breasts. At that moment, I feel my balls tighten up into me. Abby was looking at me, sucking hard. I looked back down at her, and moaned, "yes, damn, I'm almost there..."

She sucked harder and squeezed my balls. I continued to watch her. Just at the brink of my orgasm, I saw my cock in Lauren's mouth... then exploded. Abby's eyes expanded in surprise as I filled her mouth. She nearly choked on the volume of cum, having to pull my cock out for a moment to swallow. I shot another stream on her face. A third coated her bangs. By the fourth spurt, Abby had her mouth over my cock again, catching the rest. She swallowed hard, then scooped the cum off of her face and licked her fingers. "Holy shit, what got into you tonight? You came a gallon!"

The next morning, as we were cleaning up, Lauren called. "Hi John."

"Hey Lauren." Would this be awkward? I wasn't sure what to say. After all, she quite obviously flirted with me. More than flirted, actually, she came on to me. Even worse, I got off on it. "Thanks for coming yesterday. We had a great time."

"Oh, I know you did." A soft laugh escaped from deep in her throat.

Despite the fact that Abby was right there in the kitchen my cock started to stir. "Yeah, we'll have to do it again sometime." I tried to sound casual so Abby wouldn't get suspicious.

"Really? You want to do it again? I think we can arrange that." Her voice was husky and breathy. "So tell me John, did you fuck my sister last night?"

The question caught me totally off guard. I know I blushed. "Um, yeah, we're just cleaning up the kitchen right now."

"You fucked in the kitchen?" She was evil.

"No, no, we just were so tired after you left we decided to just clean up today."

"Are you fucking her right now? Is she sucking your cock?"

"Nope. She's right here, doing the dishes. Do you want to talk to her?"

"Are you hard right now?"

My god, what had gotten into her? "Um, pretty close."

"Mmm, that's nice. I'm laying in my bed naked right now, just so you know. May I talk to my sister now, you pervert." She giggled wickedly again.

My stomach did flip-flops as I handed the phone to Abby. "It's your sister." Would Lauren say something about what had gone on? They were so close, I wouldn't put it past her.

I listed carefully to my wife's tone as she spoke to her sister. She carried on what seemed like a perfectly normal conversation. She was smiling. She laughed. Her tone was light and upbeat.

When she finally hung up, Abby asked, "John, are you doing anything important today?"

"Um, not really. I was just planning on mowing the lawn, but I can be easily talked out of it."

"Could you do me a favor? Actually, could you do Lauren a favor?"

"I don't see why not." Where was this going?

"That new home theatre thing she ordered finally came in and she doesn't have a clue as to how to set it up. She asked if you'd be able to stop by today and help her out."

My head spun. "Sure, when do you want to go?"

"What? Oh, no, I've got to catch up on my report today, remember? If it's not done by Monday, it'll be my ass. Would you mind just going by yourself?"

Would I mind? Yes, I thought, I'd mind because I'm lusting after your sister and she's practically throwing herself at me and I don't want to fuck up my marriage but damn your sister is so fucking sexy.... "No, that's fine. It shouldn't take too long."

"Well, take your time, because I'm going to be busy for several hours. I won't be any fun at all."

I gathered up a few items I thought I'd need to hook up the components. I knew Lauren wouldn't have the tools I needed. By the time I dressed and got everything together, Abby was already well ensconced in her work. "I'm taking off now."noveldrama

She looked up from the desk. She looked so adorable in her horn-rimmed glasses, her well-worn t-shirt and her sweat pants with the waist rolled down a bit. She got up and walked me to the door. "See you later, hon." We kissed. "Have fun."

"Gee, thanks. Nothing like the low-level frustration of hooking up video and stereo equipment."

"Go. Get out of here. Let me get back to MY frustration."

And so I got in the car and headed off to Lauren's apartment.

As I drove over there, I more than half expected Lauren to answer the door in the nude-or at least in some skimpy, sexy outfit. I wondered how I would react, what I would do. I suppose I already knew because the thought of such a greeting had my cock hard. "No," I said out loud. "I love my wife. I won't cheat on her." I didn't sound too convincing. Certainly my cock wasn't listening. I felt it twitch and wriggle against my leg.

I parked the car, took a deep breath, and went up. When she opened the door what I saw didn't register at first. She wore clothes. Regular clothes. Granted, she looked wonderful (as she always did), but there were no merry-widow corsets, no fish-net stockings, no baby-doll nighties-just a starched white, button-down blouse and a pair of faded jeans. I was kind of surprised, if I had to admit it, and not as relieved as I thought I'd be.

"Hey Lauren."

"Hey Letch. Come in."

So she wasn't going to totally ignore what happened last night and this morning, I thought. I felt like I should say something, but nothing came to me. I figured out that I was nervous. I had to speak, so I just blurted out, "We had a nice time last night. Thanks for coming."

She stopped in her tracks and cocked her head in an attitude that screamed, you've got to be joking, right? "Yeah, I know you did," she let me sweat it out for a second then added, "you already told me this morning."

"Oh yeah. Cool. Anyway, where's this home theatre set up of yours?"

"My, my, straight to work. No foreplay, no nothing. How disappointing."