A New Way of Seeing Things Ch. 17

His hand casually traced lines down her back to the cleft of her butt. "No, not really...you chose me, and a plumbing business, and motherhood, over a life of international horse shows."

The Lady screamed at her to drop the subject, to remove her hand from her husband's manhood and storm off in mock indignation, anything to make a clear statement about her morals. The Slut was stronger though, and used Gwen's growing arousal to goad her on.

"But you would have been angry if I had done—that-with Liz this weekend, right?"

Tim's hand froze in mid-stroke on the small of her back, and she could swear his erection throbbed. "Did you?"

"No, of course not, but if I had..."

"As long you were honest with me, no I wouldn't be mad. If it was because you were dissatisfied with me, or your life, I'd be disappointed, but I'd understand and I'd still want to know. You didn't, did you?"

"No, I swear I didn't. But... are you just saying that because you want to be with another woman?"

"No, I'm saying it because I have no problem with you having a good time as long as there's not something else wrong. If you feel you can be happily married and enjoy time with the girls, more power to you. It seems to work for Adam and Natalie, so it sounds like it can be done. I know me being with someone would be really tough on you, and I'm fine with just you, especially the way things have been going lately. What Natalie said about it just being something some girls do with their friends kinda makes sense. You girls are way more touchy-feely with each other than us guys would ever dare. As long as you weren't planning on moving in with Liz, have at it."

Gwen marveled at the full-blown erection she now held so soon after it had been satiated. "Would you be mad if I told you Natalie helped with my trim?"

Again is hand stopped its motion. "Now you're just playing with me. Is that the truth?"

"Actually, she did all of it. I just lay—" Tim surprised her with the speed of his movement, flipping his wife on to her back and pushing himself between her legs as fast as she could open up for him. He was buried in her in one forceful thrust.

Tim looked down at her, a look in his eyes that Gwen could never remember seeing before. She was suddenly a little afraid, and very aroused. She knew she was about to be taken. His staff was withdrawn, then plunged back in to the hilt. "Tell me about it. I want to hear everything."

Gwen recounted the events of the previous evening while he slammed into her, only breaking his stare and burying his face beside her head when Liz entered the room in her story. He came, seeming to try and crawl deeper inside of her as he emptied himself.

At last, spent, he rolled to his side. "Sorry about that," he mumbled. "I really don't know what came over me."

"It's alright. I've never seen you like that before. Are you sure you're not mad at me?"

Tim chuckled weakly. "No, I'm not mad at you. I just never thought I'd hear that kind of story come out of your mouth and...I guess I just got carried away. Sorry again."

"No need to be sorry. As long as you weren't doing that out because you were mad, I liked it. It was fun."

"Keep telling stories like that, and you'll see it again. It might kill me, though. I don't think I can move."

Despite Tim's professed weakness, the couple managed to rise and dine on bowls of cereal before returning to bed, falling asleep in each other's arms.

The reality of a workday brought Gwen back to earth after her long weekend, and order and routine returned. Trucks were dispatched and the wreckage of the office without her presence was surveyed. The lust that their second round of lovemaking the night before had generated had not dissipated though, and shortly after the last pile of papers was at least sorted correctly, she made her way back to the house.

Gwen removed the toys from their hiding place before removing her clothes, memories of trying to dress while hiding them fresh in her mind. To her relief, this time the vibrators and dildo were where she had left them. She decided to check the lock on the kitchen door one more time before climbing on the bed, and boldly walked through the house in the nude.

The lock was secure from her first trip into the house, and strolled back towards the bedroom, anxious to relive the itch that had building in her since Tim roughly took her the night before. She glanced at his recliner and stopped. Didn't he say he had masturbated in that very chair? An image of her husband, prone and naked, his hand about his penis, came to her. What would it be like to do it out here? A thrill ran through her as she stared at the blue fabric seat. Gwen made the trip down the hall, scooped up the rabbit and the heavy dark cudgel, and returned. She peered nervously out the window towards the shop one more time before settling into the chair and flipping the foot rest up. The nude woman began to caress skin, nipples, and clitoris while her mind wandered, memories of Tim interspersed with returns to the here and now to listen for intruders. Other more taboo thoughts began to form before the vibrator was applied.

Gwen shivered at the intense tingling the rabbit was delivering as she was again in Liz's spare room, the tall redhead on the bed this time, naked and spread. Gwen kneeled between her legs, deftly wielding a razor across her mons with more skill than she knew she really had, carefully ensuring the woman's sex remained silky smooth. "All done," she pronounced as her finger traveled up the wet slit, like Natalie had done.

Liz rose until she leaned back on her elbows. "Kiss it," she ordered, and Gwen obeyed, lips traveling across the redhead's most private spots. Her tongue slipped out, as if on its own accord, and drew itself through the soft folds, gathering the familiar nectar she had not tasted in so long. Her climax began to gather.

The Lady chose this moment to exert herself mightily, demanding that if Gwen was going to insist on the living room to perform perform this perverted act, she at least perform it with her husband in mind. The chocolate-colored dildo was retrieved, and Gwen sat up enough to watch with fascination as she began to slide into her sex. She had never watched Tim insert himself before, and although the penis now disappearing into her opening was bigger and darker than him, it was close enough for her imagination. She welcomed the now-familiar stretch and the sight of the dark testicles snug against her nether lips while the vibrator hummed against her clit. Heels were firmly planted against the edge of the chair's footrest while she pushed against the invader lodged inside her. Gwen thrashed while she ground out her orgasm, teeth gritted to avoid calling out. The waves came and went, slowly diminishing, until she lay there, dimly aware that she should move before someone came in and found her in a terribly compromising position.

Eventually the satisfied woman made her way back across the yard to her office, no longer quite as concerned about what it would take to catch up from her day off.