Chapter 3: Reeling Him In

In any case, he took me by the hand and we quickly went up to the second floor where he led me in to the Elder’s Room, sort of a conference room where they all met each week. The room was dim with the fading light but there was plenty to see by. Besides, turning on a light would have drawn the attention of people outside wondering why someone was in this room. Once inside, he turned to me and put his hands on my upper arms, staring at me intently.

“OK, how do I know you’re not just teasing me to get me in more trouble with Rebecca?”

Soooooo, there WAS something going on between him and the perfect trophy wife. I was dying to ask him what it was all about but I didn’t want to break the mood. From the way he worded it I had a suspicion it had something to do with some infidelity, either real or suspected. Was Stewart an adulterer? Well, if he wasn’t, he was going to be soon if I had anything to say about it.

“Alright then, let me prove it to you,” I said, responding to his challenge. I crossed my arms, took hold of the bottom of the tank top on each side of me, and then lifted it up and over my head in one quick motion, leaving me in my black lace VS bra.

“Well?” I taunted him, “Satisfied?”

He smiled but didn’t move and then said, “You’re beautiful Kelly BUT hey, I’ve saw less on you at the pool last week, a LOT less, so is that it?”

Well, if THAT was how he was going to be, I would show him! I reached forward and grabbed his shorts by the waist and yanked them down to his knees. Then I grabbed his boxer shorts and they quickly followed. His T-shirt hung lower than his waist, covering his crotch so I lifted it up to see what he was packing. My first reaction was thinking that now I knew why he had such a babe for a wife. Damn, Stewart wasn’t just a hell of a hunk. He also had one nice looking cock!

When I say he had a nice looking cock, what I mean is that it LOOKED nice. A lot of men have big cocks, thick cocks, etc. but some of them can be really ugly. Stewart’s dick was like something right out of the pages of a Playgirl magazine. It was decent sized, my guess was it would be five or six inches long when erect although THAT was always a crapshoot. The head was smooth and without a blemish on it, a nice mushroom cap on a gorgeous shaft. His dick was light in color with a dark circle around it just under the head. A thick bluish vein ran up the shaft. At the base was a heavy covering of coarse, curly pubic hair. He wasn’t shaved but evidently trimmed it just enough to keep the growth from getting out of hand. His balls hung loose, large and also covered with thick pubic hair.

What can I say? I LOVED his dick! Without waiting for him to say anything, I grabbed his cock in my hand and moved up close to him until my breasts pressed against his chest. I gently stroked it as I looked up into his face.

“So is this any better?”

Stewart reached around me and expertly unhooked the two clasps of my bra strap and took off my bra. I let loose of his dick just long enough for him to run the straps past my hand and he tossed the bra to the table top next to my tank top. My bare breasts were now fully exposed to him and he started to fondle them. My boobs may not have been the double D’s his wife as so proud of but they were 100% natural C’s. Rebecca probably had to be careful near hot surfaces or hers would melt!

“God your tits feel nice,” he whispered to me, rubbing one with each hand.

As much as I would have enjoyed feeling his caress them longer, we WERE on the clock as the kids wouldn’t be outside forever. Dropping to my knees, I immediately took his dick in my mouth and started to suck his pretty cock.

“Damn, you ARE serious about this, aren’t you?” he gasped as my tongue played with his head and then ran down the underside of his shaft and back up again to the shaft.

For crying out loud, what did he THINK after I pulled off my top and let him take off my bra? Did he believe I was NOT serious? We weren’t exactly teenagers copping a feel in the pews. If I was going to go this far then by God I was going to get fucked!

His dick responded nicely, swelling and growing longer in my mouth the longer I sucked it. It was only a few minutes before he was fully erect. By the time he was finished he’d grown to where I couldn’t take him all in my mouth which meant he must now be a couple of inches longer than I had guessed he would be. You never know with a guy’s dick the first time, do you?

Well, it proved to be an excellent opportunity to show off my cocksucking skills. I took just the tip of his dick in my mouth and the slowly worked it in. My tongue would reach out and move down his shaft just a little and then my lips would work their way down to follow it. It was like an inchworm working its way down his shaft. Little by little I took more and more of him in my mouth until finally I felt his dick pushing against the back of my throat.

There was still an inch or more to go so I took a deep breath and continued down. As always, my instinct was to gag when it started to press into my throat and the urge to puke was almost irresistible. It had been a long time, though, since that impulse had won and I knew from plenty of practice how to control it. The trick was to not stop and fight it but to get past that point in my throat as quickly as possible.

It seems once an object in your throat makes it past the gag point, the impulse disappears and you are home free. Most girls who claim they can’t deep-throat are simply too scared to push on past that point, thinking they will throw up. What happens is they stop and try to control the impulse which gets only worse the longer you have his dick in that far. Then sure enough, they gag and puke and everyone is unhappy. Fortunately I had an excellent instructor with the perfect teaching tool - my mom using my dad’s dick!

“Sweet Jesus!” he gasped as my face buried itself in the thick pubic hair at the base of his dick.

His cock now completely in my mouth and pushing down my throat. I imagined his head could feel the tightness of my throat around it, almost like he was in a tight pussy instead of my mouth.

The requirement to breath finally forced me to pull my head off his cock and I looked up at him as I caught my breath and stroked his wet shaft with my hand.

“So you like that?” I said with a naughty grin on my face.

“Hell yes,” he said, catching his own breath as once again it seemed he had quit breathing himself. “Nobody’s ever done that to me like that before!”

“What’s the matter Stewart, can’t Rebecca take you all the way like I can?”

OK, so sue me, I was fishing for compliments but hey, can you blame me? I’m damn proud of my cock-sucking talents and like anyone who has worked hard on a skill, I liked to be told I’m good at it, ESPECIALLY If it means I’m better than his beautiful wife.

“Are you kidding, she won’t even give head,” he muttered; obviously I’d struck a nerve.

“Bitch,” I muttered and then went back down on him to do it again. I left it to him to interpret what I meant by it - it was a bitch that she didn’t do it or was I calling her a bitch? Actually, I meant both so I was safe either way.

Once again I took him in, repeating the same technique I had just demonstrated, only working him a little faster this time so I could stay down on him a little longer before having to get a breath of air. When I lifted my head up and looked at him again, he groaned and his cheeks puffed out as he let out a big breath.

“Oh god, that felt SO fuckin’ incredible!” he groaned.

I was more than willing to do it a few more times and under different circumstances, most likely would have. The imagine of a crowd of kids running back into the church accompanied by their parents was enough to expedite things. I stood up and quickly slipped my shorts off. I was wearing a black thong (remember the dress code?) which I just as quickly disposed of as well, leaving me now nude except for my sneakers and white ankle socks. Turning towards the conference table, I put my hands on the edge and then backed up a step, leaning forward and spreading my legs so as to expose myself shamelessly to him.

“Fuck me Stewart,” I said softly but firmly. He seemed to hesitate for a moment so I said it again, “I mean it ... I really DO want you to fuck me Stewart.”

It NEVER failed. How many times had I seen a man unsure of committing the ultimate act of treason with his wife only to falter and give in to his most base impulses upon hearing those two simple words, “fuck me”? Maybe in the back of Stewart’s mind, despite the blowjob, despite the nudity, he was still not convinced that he could actually have sex with me. Perhaps there was some shred of decency left in him, some vestige of the wedding vows he’d made to his bride, that was tugging at his conscience. When I saw a man in that state, all I had to do was speak those two syllables and it was if the lust that was building in him burst free and took control, wiping away any last remaining morals.

“Shit ... I can’t believe I’m doing this,” he muttered under breath.

He probably hadn’t intended for me to even hear him but it didn’t matter to me. The only thing I cared about at the moment was what he was going to DO, not how guilty he might be feeling about it. Besides, as easy as he had been to talk into this, I couldn’t help but wonder if it wasn’t actually intended for me to hear it, as if somehow it made him less culpable for his actions and more my fault. Well, if that’s what it took to get his dick in me, lay the guilt on me!

I watched over my shoulder as he moved in behind me. He had stepped out of his shorts and boxers, leaving them on the floor a few feet back. As he approached me he pulled off his t-shirt and dropped it on top of the pile behind him. God he was a hunk! Even in the ever dimming light I could see the muscles in his chest and arms as he held his stiff dick in his hand. The tan lines from his bathing suit were evident and it popped into my head that he must sunbathe in a lot skimpier bathing suit than he wore at the city pool! Made me wonder what Rebecca wore at home with him!

My thoughts were quickly brought back to the present when I felt his hand on my lower back. The head of his dick touched my butt at the top of my ass crack and he slowly worked it down between my firm bare cheeks and past my tightly closed asshole until he was up against my bare pussy. I fidgeted as he moved it around my pussy hole, trying to line it up for entry.

“Put it in me Stewart,” I whispered to him urgently. It wasn’t so much now I was worried about the kids coming back. No, I WANTED him in me and I wanted him in me NOW.

He started to pull back and I heard him groan as if he was in pain. With a cock as stiff as his was, maybe he was. “Oh god, I can’t do this, not here ... not like this.”

If he thought for one minute that I was going to get me this horny and this close to being fucked by a brand new married dick, well he had another thing coming, I’ll tell you that. No way, I was NOT going to be denied my prize, my reward.