Chapter 8

Cat-like, Julie crawled up from the foot of the bed, in between J.J.’s out-stretched legs, and took his firm shaft in her hand, maintaining eye contact with him the entire time. Keeping her pearly white ass high in the air, she dropped her head and slowly dragged her tongue from J.J.’s balls, up the full length of the underside of his cock, watching the precum leak from the tip, before swirling her tongue around it. Julie repeated this delicious tease a few more times, feeling J.J.’s cock turn to hardened steel in her hand.

From his bed in the corner, King eyed his Mistresses firm haunches, tongue hanging out, eagerly awaiting the “Mount” command, but it never came. Instead, Julie walked further up J.J.’s body on her knees, pausing when the puffy lips of her soaked vagina hovered above the purple head of his aching cock. She lowered herself down on him, engulfing his rigid tool into her warm, wet cavity, and moaned a long, low sigh, as she reveled in the fullness.

Julie leaned forward and placed her hands on J.J.’s broad shoulders, and started fucking herself on his throbbing tool. J.J. grabbed the bottom of the camisole and lifted it over Julie’s head, throwing it to the floor, as he leaned in and took one of her erect nipples into his mouth, her large breasts swaying as his cock pistoned in and out of her.

“I ... told ... you ... she ... was ... a ... natural,” Jule’s words delivered in a staccato cadence, as she plunged and gyrated on her husband, “Did ... you ... see ... how ... she ... handled ... him?”

“I did,” replied J.J., while moving his hands down to his wife’s firm backside. “I almost thought ... AHHHHH ... she was gonna ... MMMMMM ... let him ... last night.” J.J.s words interspersed with his pleasure, as Julie squeezed and released her vaginal canal, a by-product of the regular kegel exercises that she performed religiously.

“Ohhhhhhhh ... she’ll ... let ... him,” Julie said, her eyes closed and head thrown back, her orgasm quickly approaching, “ ... and SOOOOOOON,” she added, shivering as her orgasm overtook her.

“Fuck yeah!” yelled J.J., thrusting up into his shivering wife, his cock pulsing and twitching, as he filled his wife with his hot white cum.

Michelle unlocked the door and burst into her sparsely furnished, one-bedroom apartment, and realized the stark differences in the worlds and she and Julie Covington McGill inhabited. She kicked off her sandals and stripped as she moved swiftly from the front door to the shower, wondering how long they’d be cohabiting the same office, let alone the same world, after what she witnessed the night before.

Her sundress laid in a pile on the floor, and the bra was flung on the bed. She grabbed the waistline of the panties, and when she felt the still damp material, her knees buckled and she nearly collapsed, at the intense shiver that ran down her spine, directly to her clit. Bracing herself on the sink, she peeled the blue fabric off her body and dropped them to the bathroom floor.

“Pull yourself together, Lynch,” she said to herself, repeating her softball coach’s words when trying to calm her down in the middle of a close match. She stepped into the tepid spray of the small, stand-up shower, and closed her eyes, hoping the water would wash away the events of the past 24 hours.