The Immortal, Volume 2
Copyright© 2024 by INtrinSicliValud
Chapter 75
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 75 - Volume 2 is a compendium of the next thirty-eight chapters of Jim’s saga. As his relationship with Mandy deepens, the hints of her troubled marriage cause him to question their future, his motivation, and hers. Is he also a monster, corrupting her? And when others become involved in their shared world, Mandy’s innate talents are revealed. (Warning: Jim predates nifty little modern sexuality tags; if it's pleasurable or called for, he will do it.)
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/Ma Consensual BDSM Harem Polygamy/Polyamory Anal Sex Exhibitionism Oral Sex Water Sports
Other than a long delay in LA, the return flight from Rio was uneventful. However, that got me home far later in the afternoon than planned. In the middle of unpacking, the phone rang. Not the chirps of Cinder’s ever more desperate texts—they’d arrived as soon as I’d turned the device back on.
Despite knowing I hadn’t carried it with me, she’d sent them the whole time I’d been gone. Which had me both grinning and concerned. The smiles because, if anything, it was obvious the link between us had grown even stronger.
The concern? That spiked as I scanned the screen. Mandy was calling. What to tell her? And how? Plus, there was more I owed her. But after a slow exhale, I answered the call.
“Hi, Mandy.”
“Mmm, missed your voice, Jim.” The sound of lipstick smacking sent the weirdest tingle racing along my spinal cord. “And, uh, slut, remember, dear?”
At her quiet giggle, I laughed. With my heart weighing a little less, I sank into an easy chair. Okay, whatever had taken her away to think, she sounded back to her playful self. After lifting a glass of water, I gazed out through the rear doors at a russet-hued sky.
“Gonna be running in the morning?” I took a sip.
“Um, could you come over?”
“Now?” After cocking an eyebrow, I peeked at the time. “Won’t Charles be home soon?”
“Yes, but”—that smack of her lips seemed much louder—”I, uh, really miss you, Jim.”
“Okay, gimme a minute.” After getting to my feet, I headed for the kitchen. “Gotta get some things together.”
“Oh, what?”
“It’s a surprise. You’ll see—slut.”
At another cute giggle from her, I chuckled and ended the call. Not more than ten minutes later, I stood on her doorstep. A stiff, chilly breeze flapped black cotton shorts and a T-shirt against my body. With a brown paper bag under my arm, I was reaching for the doorbell when the door opened.
At the sight of her, clad in a bulky red sweatshirt and loose pink shorts, my heart raced. Right then, as her blue eyes twinkled, one other niggling concern vaporized. With Cinder, there’d been no such core-aching nor the sudden fluttering deep within me.
“Hey, baby,” she muttered while easing the gap wider. “Um, come in.”
Baby? That brought the goofiest grin to my face. It felt so right to hear her call me that. Also, Cinder would never use such a word. So, okay, life was normalizing. Oh, I’m sure the gods got a chuckle out of that thought.
Once I’d stepped inside, she closed the door and spun to me. But before I could speak, she gripped my wrists. With those pools blazing, she shoved my hands under her top to find those perky cones.
“Mmm, God. You’re so cold.” She gulped, then gnawed at her lips as my fingers gave those delightful, warm hills a gentle squeeze. “Oh, but they missed you. I missed you.”
“Wow, that’s a greeting,” I said while mashing her chest a little harder. At her moan and shove into my palms, I chuckled. “Welcome home. Now I’m really sorry I left early.”
“Mm-hmm, me too.” She bit into her lower lip. “God, I wish—”
Another forceful clasp of my fingers had her trembling. However, after a peek at the clock, she sighed. As my hands skimmed her ribs to her waist, she glanced at the bag.
“Um, what’d you bring?”
“I’ll show you.” After widening my smile, I gave her sleek figure one last squeeze. “Need a blender.”
“A blender?” She headed for the kitchen with me following her. “Uh, why?”
“You’ll see.”
Once before the counter, I took out two large bottles of high-quality rum. After placing them on the top as she dug into a cabinet, I pulled out the rest of my haul.
“Can’t get this stuff up here.” I gestured to the bottles as she slid a high-powered steel blender beside them. “Too powerful for the gringos!”
“What’s all the rest?” She pointed at the other items.
“Fixings for piña coladas.”
“Piña coladas?”
“Yes. Met a woman in Rio.” Oh, my pulse was staggering as I kept the smile on my face. What she’d said was one thing, but I was about to confess. “Um, she tends bar at the hotel ... Um, where I was staying. And, uh, taught me how to make ‘em.”
At first, she was silent, inspecting the rum and the other items. But after a soft giggle, she fixed me with her gaze and slid into my back.
“You fucked her, didn’t you?” she whispered before giggling once more.
“Yes, but—”
“Jim.” With her braless chest dragging heated steely points along my spine, she nipped at my neck. “What did I tell you?” She slipped from me to stand alongside and reached for the blender. “I ... Well, I did a lot more thinking. And, um, after the resort—”
“The resort?” I gulped and tried to focus on organizing the drink fixings, but her body heat was so close.
“Yes, that night.” As she plugged in the device, she glanced up at me and grinned. “The way you just waded into that orgy pit. It was like watching one of those Japanese monster movies. You were a towering force of nature. In your natural environment.”
“In my natural—”
“Jim, I realized how damn lucky I am.” She ran a hand along my arm. “Um, that you’re choosing to share your life with me.”
“Thought you weren’t thinking about me.” I gripped a bottle to open it. “Uh, while you were away.”
“In truth.” She sighed and walked across the kitchen to find glasses. “It was more about me. Could I live with a man like you?”
“Oh,” I murmured, halting my preparations.
“You big goof.” She chuckled while easing her firm little butt toward me as she stretched upward to pull a pair of large, wide-rimmed glasses from a tall cabinet. “Yes. Yes, I can.”
“Good, I really—”
“But Jim.” She cut me off while sliding the glasses next to the blender. “I had some other things to mull over.” She bounced onto her toes to tap her mouth to mine. “Mmm, but I missed you so much.”
At that moment, the outer garage door sounded. For a brief second, she tensed as if to drop. Instead, her eyes blazed, and she again pushed her lips against me. With a moan, her tongue drove deep as her curves mashed tighter.
Only as the rumbling ceased, and a car squeaked to a halt did she sink to her feet. After another delightful smacking of her lipstick, she sighed.
“Your naughty little slut is really, really horny, my sexy master,” she whispered while smoothing the sweatshirt.
To support her statement, both sharp nipples were prominent beneath the wool. As my fingers slid over them, she shuddered. But when the inner door opened, I pulled away and returned to the blender.
“Hiya, honey!” she called out while moving from me, fixing her hair. “Welcome home.”
When he spotted me, Charles’ head tilted. After meeting his wife’s quick peck on the cheek with a grin, he walked nearer. Next to the mixer, I was adding pineapple juice, rum, some more rum, then a bit more rum, before adding coconut milk.
“Hi, Charles,” I said as his narrowed eyes scanned the boozy construction site.
“Hey there, Jim.” He placed a briefcase on the floor beside him and leaned closer. “Um, had a good trip?”
“Yep. I bring gifts.” I chuckled while stirring the fruity concoction in the blender.
“Hmm, can’t drink those on an empty stomach,” he muttered as his nostrils absorbed the potent alcohol aroma. “We should order pizza or something. Stay for dinner.”
“Oh, man.” I glanced past him to his wife—her eyes were ablaze. It could either be a lot of fun or an endless evening of teasing each other. “Uh, thanks Charles, but I don’t want to impose. It’s Friday night and—”
“Nonsense, Jim,” she added with a wink. “What are you gonna do all by your lonesome? Who knows, maybe something interesting might happen.”
Good point, teasing qualified as interesting. After a quick nod, I started the blender. No sooner had he departed for their home office with the briefcase than she glided into my arms to resume our passionate kiss.
With her moans filling our mouths, I kept an eye on his distant silhouette as the mixer whirred. When he shifted, I eased her away. By the time he’d returned, she was on the phone, ordering dinner. As my pulse thundered, it was all I could do to grip the bender tighter. Beneath the straining cotton, my stiff rod ached. Yes, I craved her as much as the impish little minx wanted me.
After he sat at the kitchen table, leaning over his phone, I jolted when she appeared beside me. After a quick glance at his bowed head, she slid to her knees. Hidden behind the counter as I worked the mixer, she eased aside my shorts.
“You’re crazy,” I mouthed to her blazing eyes as she skimmed my hard shaft with her supple, warm palms.
“About you,” she replied silently before slipping her lips over my taut knob. After a forceful slurp that had the room smearing, she pulled off and slid her tongue around my glistening skin.
All I could do was nod, as she returned to bob and twist her wondrous soft mouth further along my cock. As both small fists pumped ever quicker, I glanced at her husband. Head down, he was oblivious.
“How appropriate?” I murmured before swallowing a groan as dainty fingers dug to find my tightening balls.
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