“Shut the fuck up,” he said into her ear, not really angry but sounding like he was in order to maintain the mood of the evening. “You’re making too much noise.”
“Sorry,” Amy whispered, turning her head so that she could look back at him.
“Don’t be,” Tim said. “Just keep quiet from now on. No more words. No matter what happens, no matter what I do to you, no matter how good it feels, keep your mouth shut until we’re through. Understand?”
Still looking back at him, Amy nodded. Her eyes were full the need to please him. Tim wasn’t sure how much of it was genuine but he didn’t really care. The illusion was enough for him.
He hammered her from behind for another full minute, Amy doing her part and not saying a word, barely even making any sound at all despite obviously wanting to, based on the look on her face.
Tim had settled into a nice, solid rhythm, pounding Amy’s pussy in long but fast pumps which gradually brought him right to the edge of orgasm. And now that he was there, he didn’t have to worry about holding out any longer, so he slid his thumb into his mouth to get it lubed up, then slipped it into Amy’s asshole.
This brought a gasping cry to her lips, which she muffled by burying her face deeper into the cushions of the couch. Tim was far too occupied to care that Amy had broken his rule of not making a sound. He was too busy trying to prolong his enjoyment before cumming, a futile exercise now that his thumb was inserted in Amy’s asshole.
He lasted no more than 5 more seconds before his body rebelled, bringing him over the edge of orgasm. Cursing under his breath, Tim yanked his thumb out of Amy’s ass and his cock out of her pussy. Gripping his cock tight with his hand, he held on for dear life as Amy quickly spun around so her face was right in front of Tim’s cock.
“Cum on my face,” she said, staring up at him with needy eyes. “Spray your seed all over me and make me pretty.”
So Tim did just that, releasing the vice-grip on his cock and jerking himself off to completion, a process that took no time at all.
“There you go,” Amy said as Tim shot white seed out of his cock and all over her face. She laughed as his cock continued squirting cum, spasming at least eight times before finally running dry. “That’s what I’m talking about.”
Tim let out a deep, shuddering breath and flopped down to the couch next to Amy. Looking over at her, he said, “I still can’t believe you brought a boy into my house.”
Her face still covered in his cum, Amy just laughed.
“What?” Tim said. “It’s not funny.”
“Actually, it is,” she said.
“Why’s that?”
“Because I can’t believe it actually worked.”
“Worked?” Tim said. “What do you mean?”
“I mean, I only brought Alex over so that something like this would happen.”
“Seriously?” he said. “That was all just a ruse?”
“Yep,” Amy said. “I invited Alex over solely so you would catch us together. And then, hopefully, one way or another, we’d end up here. Although, for a second, I thought you were just going to kick his ass and kick me out right behind him.”
Tim laughed and shook his head. “Why the elaborate plot? Why not just approach me and ask me?”
“Why didn’t you ever approach me and ask me?” Amy countered.
“Because I just figured you would reject me,” he said. “And then things would be awkward.”
“There you go,” Amy said. “I figured the same thing.”
“But what if I just kicked you out for bringing Alex over here?”
“That would have been easier to accept than the other thing,” she said.
Tim thought about that for a minute. “Fair enough,” he said. “What about Alex? Was he in on it?”
“Nah,” Amy said. “He just thought he was getting lucky tonight.”
“So you were willing to risk Alex getting his ass kicked to get what you wanted out of me?”
“Yep,” Amy said. “In fact, I was hoping you’d kick his ass and then we’d end up in the bed together. But I would have been happy with just one of those things happening. Preferably this one.”
Tim laughed some more. “Well, I’m glad it worked out the way it did,” he said.
“Yeah, so am I,” Amy replied. “So am I.”
Tim stared at her for a few more seconds before shaking his head. “I still can’t believe you did that.”
“What?” Amy said. “Lied to you?”
Tim nodded.
“Don’t tell me you’re mad. It all worked out in the end.”
“Oh, I’m not mad,” Tim said. “But now that I know you lied to me, I’m going to have to punish you for that too.”
Amy smiled when she saw where this was going. “Oh, undoubtedly,” she said, her eyes brimming with excitement.
“And this time, I’m not going to take it easy on you,” Tim said. “Especially since you obviously didn’t learn anything from this punishment tonight.”
“I agree,” Amy said. “Next time you’re going to have to make sure it sinks in.”
“That’s right,” Tim said. “So what do you say you make your way over here Friday night. Katie is spending the night at her friend’s house, so we’ll have the whole place to ourselves. We can make as much noise as we want.”
“Sounds like a plan,” Amy said, smiling like a demon. “I can’t wait to see how you’re going to make sure I learn something next time.”
Tim matched her grin. “Oh, you’re going to like it. I promise. I’ll make sure of that.”
“I’m sure you will,” Amy said, leaning over to give him a quick peck on the cheek. “I’m sure you will.”
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PUNISHING THE NEIGHBOR
Nikki Fox, a stunning blonde with a thin, lithe, rock-hard body honed in the gym on a daily basis, is standing in the living room talking to her husband Mark, an equally fit, ex-college athlete with a full head of brown hair and an angular, attractively rugged face. Both are in their early thirties and both look great for their age. They’ve been married for 11 years, each of which has been better than the last.
There are many reasons for their continued marital success, including a complete openness with one another and an us-against-the-world attitude. But the biggest factor is their willingness to engage in deviant, perverted sexual acts; not only with each other, but involving third (and sometimes even fourth or fifth) parties.
Over the years, they have participated in many types of different sexual scenarios, sometimes setting them up themselves and sometimes letting others do the planning. But recently they have stumbled upon a game they like to play more than any other, the specifics of which they are discussing at this very moment in the living room of their immaculately furnished 3-bedroom house in the suburbs.
“Are you sure Cindy’s up for this?” Nikki says.
“Positive,” Mark replies. “I’ve been setting it up for weeks. She’s totally into me. I’ve had to fight her off with a stick for the last couple of days. She’s just waiting for you to leave.”
“And you’re certain it’ll go the way we want?”
“Positive,” Mark says. “You know me. I have a knack for these things.”
“You do indeed,” Nikki says. “That’s why I love you so much.”
She steps into him and sticks her tongue into his mouth. He returns the kiss and they make out, each more excited than usual. They’ve done this sort of thing before, of course, but that didn’t make it any less exhilarating.
Nikki breaks off the kiss and grabs Mark’s cock, gripping it beneath his pants. “I see that you’re already hard with anticipation.”
Mark runs his fingers under Nikki’s skirt and rubs her pussy over her panties. “And I see that you’re already wet.”