Chapter 4

Monica was back at Cole’s the next morning just before eight. She was disbelieving what she was doing yet feeling impelled by her own illicit desires and forced to by June’s commands. She kept repeating to herself that she was there only because of June, because of the damning videos she had made of Monica and Cole the previous week. Yet that didn’t explain why Monica had spent a half hour preparing herself for Cole, shaving, choosing the right outfit, and even spraying on a bit of perfume. Monica hated June, but knew deep down she should hate herself even more.

June let her into the house, the two women eyeing each other for a long moment before June said, “Time for me to go. Can’t wait ‘till this school year’s over. He’s all yours. Go get him. Remember, the happier you make him, the happier we’ll all be.”

Then June looked Monica up and down a second time and saying, “Nice dress. And no bra. Good choice. I’d definitely keep going for the lady-like skirts and open-air tits. Just what Cole likes.”

As Monica walked past June, the teen threw out one last comment that really shocked her. “And you may as well do away with your panty drawer. You know you won’t need those around here.” Monica’s face blushed, both from anger and in shock, wondering just what kind of girl would infer such things about her own father.

Monica turned on June, trying to think of what she could say, but June had picked up a book bag and was out the door, leaving Monica alone in the front room and wondering just who was running her life. Then Cole appeared, a smile of surprise rising on his face as he saw her. “Monica. You came over. I’m so glad.”

Cole quickly closed the distance between them, taking Monica up in his arms, one hand quickly finding its way under her dress and up to her ass, fingers slipping under the edge of her panties. Another hand pulled in on her back as his lips moved in to give a quick kiss to the side of her head and then down to deliver a soft kiss to her lips. Monica assumed he would be dragging her back to the bedroom, or perhaps over to the couch, her mind uncomprehending yet accepting what her body seemed to be more than eager to participate in. Her legs had grown weak, her heartrate doubling in just seconds, and Monica knew that if Cole moved his hand from ass to inner thighs, his fingers would find a welcoming flow of secretions made just for him. Monica was ready and more than willing, but then Cole completely surprised her with his next statement.

“I wish I could stay and sit and talk with you for a while. I’d love to just stare at your face all day, but work has called. Seems some pressure valve on a water heater is acting up. Not really an emergency, but I’m the one under contract to fix those things, so off I go.”

“Wait. You’re leaving? Already?” Monica hadn’t meant to sound so surprised or so disappointed but Cole shrugged and disengaged himself from the shared embrace and stepped over to the dining table.

“Nothing I can do. Work. I’m sure you understand. But I have time for another cup of coffee. June likes hers with a bit of cinnamon, but I prefer just a drop of sweetened milk. What about you? What can I get for you?”

So for the next five minutes they just sat, sipping on coffee and nibbling on some sweet kind of roll Monica had never come across before. Yet during that short interlude, Cole was charming, talking of work, complementing Monica’s perfume, and stretching his leg out to remain connected to hers. Then he leaned over, gave her cheek a kiss and asked for, what to him and all other men, was a simple favor.

“My darling, I have to go now, but you’ve made me so excited my mind will never be able to get a thing done. Can you help me, just ease my burden, just long enough to get me through the day?”

That’s when Cole pulled one of Monica’s hands over to rest on his lap, leading her fingers up and down the length of the hard fleshy pole that extended down his pants leg. Assuming acquiescence, Cole unbuckled and unzipped and pushed down his pants, his cock rising up and filling Monica’s field of vision.

“So, you want me to...”

“Please bring me some peace of mind baby. I want you so badly. Please help me.”

Monica started to rise from her seat, preparing to throw a leg over Cole’s lap and sit on his distended symbol of male power, thinking she might be able to get something out of a long slow ride into bliss, but Cole had something else in mind. He pulled down on her hands, then a hand on her shoulder, pulling down and being more specific about what he wanted from Monica.

“That beautiful face, your hot little mouth and lips, they are calling to me always. Do what you know I long for and love. Do this for me Monica.”

Monica found herself on her knees, pushing her hair to one side and holding Cole’s throbbing organ with one hand. Giving a quick sigh and feeling she had no choice, Monica lowered her head, mouth widening to take in the fat hood of Cole’s cock. Her lips expertly sucked in the first few inches, her tongue dancing around the tip as she gave another long suck and swallowed. Cole moaned and Monica inwardly smiled, knowing all men and boys to be the same. Except that Cole was fat and thick, one of her hands unable to fully encompass the trunk of his cock. Cole was nice enough not to try to push his entire length down her throat, but as she began a serious sucking of his cock, he made sure to keep a good portion of his length in her mouth as Monica pumped up and down with her head.

Using hands and lips and tongue and all her years of skills honed from pleasing young boys and much older men, Monica did her best to bring Cole to a fast eruption. Then he said it, groaned it out and held Monica’s head tight to his lap. “I’m almost there baby. I’m cuming.”

Normally Monica hated those words, usually uttered by selfish guys too quick to the finish line and long before she had begun to get something out of their physical union. Sadly enough, Jim was right up there on the list. But blowjobs were different. She had been worried that Cole would be able to hold back, sitting and enjoying her oral skills even as her jaw was beginning to ache and her stomach was filling with saliva and his never ending flow of pre-cum. Her knees hurt, her hand cramping as it pumped up and down on his dick, and the excitement of the dirty act being played out in Cole’s dining room had worn off. Time to get this lusty man to cum and get on with the day.

Seconds later the first jet of jism hit the back of Monica’s throat, causing her to jerk back, but Cole’s hands held her steady, her mouth trapped, her head unable to rise up for a needed gasp of air.

“Swallow it baby. You know what I want.”

While groaning out those few selfish demands, another few shots of thick hot cum erupted into Monica’s throat, the sudden and overwhelming flow causing Monica to gag. Even as she tried to swallow the flood of cum, some overflow forced its way past her lips to drip to the floor. Monica tried to cough, but Cole pushed his cock in a little deeper, a handful of hair holding her still, another large hand under her throat, forcing Monica to adjust and suck and swallow a little faster.

Normally Monica was able to hold a guy’s cock in her mouth, control her breathing until he had shot his load, and then take small swallows of the thick mess until she could pull back and breathe and tell the man how wonderful he it was. Jim was especially easy, very willing to do a 69 with her, tonguing Monica into a happy place before she easily sucked him to a quick and easy finish.

Cole was different, his cock pushed halfway into her throat, his hands holding her prisoner, Monica focused on just trying to prevent any of his thick cum from going down her windpipe. She had brought her second hand up to keep any more of his trunk from being pushed down her throat, but the man held her head tight to his crotch as the final half-dozen spurts of hot cum filled her mouth and eventually made its way down her throat.

Cole finally eased up on his hold, allowing Monica a chance to take a breath and swallow, careful of her teeth as she coughed with her efforts. With another couple of sucks she finally pulled her head away and took a long deep breath, coughing again, then clearing her throat before laying her head down on Cole’s naked thigh. Monica found herself gasping for air, breathing in a lungful, coughing and clearing her throat, then trying to swallow yet another glob of Cole’s thick emissions. It was thick and sticky, far more so than Jim’s, and she spent the next couple of minutes both catching her breath and sucking the remnants of the man’s sperm out of her teeth. It passed through her mind that men had no idea how much labor went into a mouth job.

Monica was finally able to think of more than just draining the man of his overabundant male essence. She realized he had stretched his legs out and wrapped them around her, holding her tight within his legs as his hands held her head tight to his crotch. She could feel one of his hands reaching low and fondling her breasts, her dress somehow having come undone and bunching at her waist. With another deep breath Monica pulled back and Cole relented, allowing her to sit up on her heels, though still with one of her hands wrapped around his softer if not much shorter pole.

“Monica, baby. That was wonderful. Just what I needed. Now I can think of you all day but still get some work done. I’m sorry I couldn’t do the same for you, but if you return to me tonight, I promise I’ll have you pointing your legs up to the heavens and thanking God for making you a woman.”

This made Monica laugh. “I think I’m done for the day Cole. I’m exhausted. I do have a husband to attend to you know.”

“Exhausted? Did I take that much out of you.? But you seem so perfect for doing this, as though you could please all the men in the city. Those lips of yours are perfect for bringing pleasure to a man.”

“Meaning you think I’m good at sucking a man off. Sorry Cole, but that’s not the complement you think it is.”

“I’m so sorry Monica. I didn’t mean to offend. But you do this so wonderfully. I’ve never known a woman who could suck on my cock as well as a teenager’s cunt. And you seemed to enjoy swallowing down everything I had to give you. I loved watching you swallow, but you allowed this small bit to escape.” And here Cole reached out and wiped some stray ejaculate dripping down the sides of her chin, then inexplicably reached down to spread the glob of male emission on both of her exposed nipples. “There. Something to remember me by. If not in your mouth, or deep up that hot little hole of yours, then my seed deserves to be keeping your beautiful breasts company.”

That was enough for Monica. “Jeez Cole. You might think that all sounds romantic, but I’ve got to get home.” Monica rose and turned away, then back to pick up and down the last of her coffee, gargling the cold black liquid in an attempt to clear her throat.

As she fixed her dress and hair, Monica noticed that a shoulder strap had been torn by Cole’s attempt to push down her top and take her breast in hand. She found herself agreeing with June that perhaps the less she wore, the easier it would be for Cole to ravish her but at least it would keep Monica from needing to go clothes shopping every week.

Cole pulled his pants up and came over to embrace Monica. “Monica, my sweetest. I can feel you are angry with me. Please let me make it up to you. Come over tonight. I will do only what you ask of me. Or tomorrow, the morning is for you. We can visit the open market, perhaps buy some more of those mangoes you like so much.”

This caused Monica to laugh. “Enough Cole. Go to work. But I’ll expect double the attention from you. And no, not tonight.”

“Then tomorrow morning? I can’t wait.”

“No promises.” Tearing herself out of Cole’s grasp and happy that her panties remained not only in one piece but still serving their original purpose, Monica made her way home.

And so it went. Monica continued to live her old life, of student and wife, the kind of young woman all of her friends loved and believed they knew. But now she had to admit to a new hidden part of herself, and she didn’t know how to work it in.

For the next few weeks of her new life she felt under enormous strain, knowing she was living a lie. She was cheating on her husband, loving every minute of being with Cole and yet suffering incredible guilt and hardly able to look at herself in the mirror. And then one late morning she awoke from a well-earned nap, Cole snoring at her side, and simply accepted who she was and what she was doing. She still resented June, loved Jim, and was mesmerized by Cole, but all in separate places in her mind.

From slut to online student to fun friend to caring housewife. Monica somehow found a way to compartmentalize, pushing her meetings with Cole back and into its own secret place in her mind. Not to be forgotten or denied, but for her to continue with her life without stumbling over this newly discovered secret self she had come to inhabit. As she read her textbook or met friends for coffee or began marinating some ribs Jim hoped to barbeque the next day, bits of illicit memory, delicious acts of sexual decadence, would rise up before her and she would calmly push them away. Never rejecting them, simply promising them time for resurrection later in the night.

As the weeks passed by she and Cole would meet every day or two, often depending on Jim’s ever-changing work schedule. Sometimes only for a quick hour or less before Cole had to go to earn a living, Monica there to relieve Cole’s needs, for some part of her feminine flesh to envelop his manhood and receive another few ounces of his liquid lust. Just as often Cole would fit his schedule into Jim’s, making himself available just as Jim disappeared down the road, perhaps making Monica breakfast or lunch, but also pulling her into one of their bedrooms for an hour or two.

It wasn’t unusual for Jim to have to work late or leave very early, sometimes even beginning work at midnight. Within minutes Monica would find herself being texted by Cole, most often with an entreaty for her to join him. On those nights she never slept.

Her meetings with Cole didn’t become a blur so much as a normal part of life, something she eventually came to terms with but never took for granted. Less than a month after Cole ravished her in his bedroom, Monica found she couldn’t imagine life without him and yet never thought of the possibility of leaving Jim. Two different men, two different lives. She just couldn’t face the possibility of the two ever ending but God forbid that they ever come together.

Monica’s fantasy life was thrown in her face when in mid-summer Cole unexpectedly came calling, knocking on their door one late afternoon just before dinner. More oddly, Cole yelled out for Jim in a loud boisterous voice, Monica freezing and almost going into shock when she heard Cole’s request to see Jim for a minute.

“Jim. What are you doing tomorrow? Do you work?”

“Hi Cole. Yeah, good to see you, but no, I’m off tomorrow. Start a two week midnight run next week, so I’m just trying to enjoy my days off. Why?”

“I’ve been working on a sprinkler system for the house. Easy. Just needs some digging. I’ve got the system down and thought I could work with you to put it in your front lawn. This would keep you from having to drag a sprinkler and hose around when summer hits. And cheap. I can show you what to get.”

Jim gave out a positive reply and fully considered the offer from Cole for perhaps half a minute, but then voiced an important point. “Yeah, love that, but you know we’re renting, right? No sense in me doing the work for some uncaring landlord.”

“Sorry to hear that. I had forgotten. Just wanted to be a good neighbor.”

They talked for another five minutes, men bonding over work and money and maybe a shared barbeque in another couple of weeks. Cole pushed Jim to talk to the landlord about trading rent for work on the yard and then took off, never once giving out a hello to Monica, much to her relief.

Monica was aware of Jim’s upcoming work schedule, knowing deep in her gut, deep within her loins, of what she and Cole would likely be doing while Jim was away at work. She was trying to put the thought off, pushing it into a separate place she didn’t have to think about. Then the next afternoon Jim announced he had to drive out to his parent’s in another city. Monica offered to join him, but he insisted on going alone, saying, “If you go, they’ll want us to stay for dinner or later, and I just need to get this paperwork signed.” Something about signing over the car to Jim. It could have all been done through mail or maybe even the computer, but he chose to make the drive.

As she watched Jim leave early the next morning, she was aware of Cole’s truck sitting in his driveway, and even more aware of what June was probably thinking. Following an unseen gut feeling, her mind unable to really think out her actions, Monica put on a nice sun-dress and pulled on a new acquisition, a pair of red and black panties with no crotch. All lace and frill and no center to get in the way of any horny man with ill intent. The fact that she hid them from Jim was pretty much the final nail in her proverbial coffin, an unspoken admission of freely giving herself over to Cole’s lusty intent.

Monica wasn’t given a chance to ring the doorbell, June appearing at the doorway as Monica’s foot touched the steps, welcoming Monica in while saying, “Good girl. Dad’s been in one of his moods. Haven’t seen you the past couple of days. Almost went over to ask for you myself.”

“Jim’s been around a lot, and, you know, out with friends.”

“Hey, it’s okay. The old man’s just been lonely without you. You’re just the little snack he needs to settle him down.”

The words shocked Monica but she had no time to show a reaction. Cole suddenly walked out of the kitchen, giving her a kiss to her cheek and remarking on how nice she looked. As soon as June excused herself to go outside, Cole pulled Monica into another hug, his hand quickly finding her ass and exclaiming, “Monica. I’m so glad you’re here. I so wanted to see you the other day, but thank god Jim answered your door. If I’d seen you, I probably would have made a fool of myself.”

In an instant Cole had closed the front door and pulled Monica back to the hallway, then to his bedroom, his hands and lips never for a second leaving her body untouched or unloved. Turning her around and leaning her chest over his bed, Cole pulled one of Monica’s knees up onto the still unmade bed, then pushing the hem of her dress up to feel her panty clad ass. His hands moved to her panties, caressing her thighs before feeling-out the hot furry slit that lay open to his whims.

Cole let out an exclamation, saying, “Monica. I’m surprised. I didn’t know you had such a pair of panties in your collection. Even better than when you go bare. This makes me wonder what else you must be hiding from me.” Here he went to one knee, using his strength to fully turn Monica onto her back, push her dress up and press his face into the open-crotch black and red panties. Monica reacted by sitting up on the edge of the bed, knees wide, mesmerized by the sight of Cole’s head being framed by her white thighs and colorful undies, reveling in the dirty act as he began doing wonderful things with his tongue.

Monica finally lay back with eyes closed and let the man do what he did best, his thumb now filling her vagina, another hand up to feel up one breast, a lusty man taking her over, and she was happy. She was disappointed when he pulled back from his oral labors, a promised orgasm fading away as Cole again stood and turned her over again, face and chest into the bed. Monica felt her ass being pulled up and arranged by Cole’s strong hands, no doubt in preparation for Cole to bury his cock inside of her. The thought made Monica smile, her pussy wet and ready, but as Monica readied herself for Cole to push into her, she opened her eyes and got a glimpse of June standing in the corner of the room.

June was just standing, watching and smiling, no phone in sight, her eyes focused on what Cole was about to do to Monica. Just as shocking was noticing that June was undressed, clad only in a pair of skimpy pink panties, her firm young breasts bare and riding high on her chest. Monica grunted in surprise, her eyes wide, but before she could say anything her face and chest was pushed into Cole’s bedding as he slipped his fat length of manhood through her slit, as though in warning for what was to come.

She now knew the feel of Cole’s cock, the length pushing through the open slit of her panties, sliding through her labia, then back to press the fat leading cap of his cock into the opening of her vagina. There was the pause, the sudden stretching out of flesh, and a grunt from Monica and moan of pleasure from both as Cole entered her.

Monica’s mind was filled with competing thoughts, horrified by the sight of Cole’s almost naked daughter standing to the side and watching them fuck, but also filled with the joy of finally being reunited with a man who had such an insatiable lust for her. She had been in this position with Cole a dozen times, many dozens of times all through his house, but feeling Cole’s fat length of manhood push inside of her never grew old. Monica was overcome with the pleasure of the fuck, Cole taking his time, working his cock in and out of her, slowing to a stop only once when he pulled her ass and legs fully off the bed and pulled her ass tight to his crotch. Standing tall, knees into the edge of the bed, Cole raised Monica’s bare ass high with his hands around her waist, fucking hard and deep.

Barely able to keep her head and shoulders on the bed, Monica finally turned to look back, again seeing June with her eyes wide and mouth slightly open as she watched Cole plough into Monica. Monica had a clear view of June, the girl leaning back against a small desk, mouth open and eyes with a glazed look, one foot up on a chair, and one hand pushed past the rim of her panties and deep into the darkness between her legs.

Monica was incredulous that June was naked and masturbating while watching Monica and Cole together, and she had a fleeting thought about June possibly being lesbian. Any further thoughts quickly evaporated, Cole’s magic cock somehow finding the right spot, patiently over many minutes massaging just the right part of Monica’s vagina and taking her to a wonderful place only Cole knew the key to. She was aware of trying to mute her short sharp screams of joy as the orgasm overwhelmed her, embarrassed at the thought of June watching from the sidelines, but the overwhelming pleasure couldn’t be held back.

Cole finally tired of holding Monica’s hips up, pushing her onto the bed, laying down on her back and humping away on her ass like a crazed madman. It was wonderful. Monica wasn’t even aware of Cole reaching his own finish until his balls let loose with a gusher of cum, the flood of warmth causing Monica to pull her knees up onto the bed and give Cole that extra inch to bury himself inside of her. After a long moment, Cole held Monica tight and pulled back, going down to his knees on the floor while dragging her down with him. Monica ended up sitting on his lap and leaning her head into the side of the bed as Cole’s balls leaked out the last drops of his seed into her.

Memory of June finally rose again, but when Monica turned her head the girl was gone. Rising up on her knees, Monica let out a sigh as Cole’s softening length slipped out from between her lower lips. She turned and sat back down on his lap, face to face, leaning in to kiss Cole, openly showing affection and desire to her illicit lover.

“My love,” Cole intoned. “Baby. That was so wonderful. I’ve missed you these many days.”

Monica was touched by his words, but she didn’t allow his affections to stop her from asking, “Why was June here? How could you allow your daughter to watch us like that?”

Cole shrugged and gave Monica a quick kiss, breathing in the scent of her hair before replying. “Yes, I agree. She shouldn’t have been here, but I was too overcome with you to just stop and run her out. She’s old enough to know what adults do. I have no doubt she does the same thing with that boyfriend of hers. But maybe next time I should close the door. I promise it won’t happen again.”

Monica turned her head and saw that the bedroom door was indeed still open, their intimate union easily seen from the hallway. She finally found the strength to stand, rising up above where Cole remained kneeling on the floor. Suddenly, he gave out a short laugh and said, “Monica. It looks like I’m escaping. All of my hard work for nothing.”

She looked down and saw and felt his hands rising up her legs, deep under her dress and up into her thighs. His fingers reached into her lightly furred labia, through her slit and even into the opening within which Cole’s mighty weapon had unleashed untold millions of his seed. She could feel his fingers slipping over her legs, their shared intimate release dribbling out of her, covering her legs and no doubt puddling into some large spot on the rug where they had been sitting. Monica just leaned back into the side of the bed, enjoying Cole’s playful post-coital antics and saying, “So, you did me pretty good there. What else do you have in mind?”

Cole laughed and then pulled her fully onto the bed, threw her semen-stained panties and dress to the side and spent a good portion of an hour fingering her clit while playing his re-energized cock in and out of her hole. Not seriously, just in play, but enough to cause Monica to convulse and scream out in pleasure with no thought of June. Let the little bitch wash the cum stains out of the bedding. Monica couldn’t get enough.

But of course Cole had other needs of his own. After Monica had wet his bed twice over, he pushed her down and not so subtly insisted that she return the favor with some of her oral skills. Just another blowjob, yet very different from what Monica performed for Jim at least once a month. As she held Cole steady and opened her mouth, she was very aware that their recent sexual activity was still thick and dripping from Cole’s animated pole.

This had become a normal part of their lovemaking, and Monica found the deviant excesses of cleaning their shared emissions off his cock preferable to wrapping her lips around a clean cock and full set of balls. She had learned early on that a day or two without her company guaranteed a violent face fuck followed by an explosion of cum into her throat that would gag any two women. It was far preferable for Cole to unleash his lustful excesses through a full-on fuck of her own insatiable pussy. This would calm them both, flooding her interior and afterwards leaving Monica a more subdued if wetter cock to suck on and bring back to life.

Monica took her time, enjoying Cole’s nasty epithets as he openly admired her ability to fuck and suck like no other woman he had ever known. As Cole reached his climax he let out a loud groan and unleashed a gusher of cum into Monica’s mouth and throat. As ever, Cole held Monica’s head in a tight vise with his hands and knees, yet didn’t try to push his entire length down her throat. Monica was able to feel the throbbing of his cock in her mouth, the eruption of hot viscous cum, and with the patience of a practiced woman she slowly swallowed the jets of semen.

Cole kept her trapped in that position long after he was finished, waiting for her to finish licking him clean until raising his knees and giving her a chance to move up and hold him in a more tender embrace. It was a bit much, Monica coughing and allowing some to dribble out and down her chin, but Cole praised her for her ability to swallow his load, and for some reason Monica felt happy with his praise.

As summer lengthened, Jim had come to enjoy the extra pay as well as the timing of the midnight shift at his workplace. Monica knew he’d grow tired of it eventually, but while he was away at nights, Cole had begun making himself at home in Jim’s stead. At first, Monica had snuck over to Cole’s place toward midnight, the two enjoying each other’s bodies for an hour or two before falling into a well-deserved sleep. This was special for Monica, enjoying the peace of the night, sleeping with a man who had just taken her to a sexual high, herself filled with his masculine essence.

For the first hour anyway. Cole slept, but Monica had kept waking up, checking the clock, checking her phone, worried that Jim would return home and find her gone. She woke Cole a couple of times in those first few nights, and rather than becoming peeved at Monica’s nervousness, he seemed to understand and told her to return home. Cole finally insisted on staying with Monica, slipping into the bed she normally shared with Jim, becoming the man of the house for the night and then leaving early the next morning with the sunrise.

Monica felt there was something wrong with the act, bringing her lover into her marriage bed, but Cole assured Monica that this way if Jim were to return home, it would be easy for Cole to slip out the back and around the house, none the wiser. It was wrong, but Monica was finally able to sleep until dawn each day, albeit with Cole often waking with a raging need to empty himself into her with the rising sun. With a layer of towels on the bed to catch their liquid excess and an odor-masking candle in the corner of the bedroom, she was able to avoid washing the sheets each morning and, miraculously, kept Jim from ever raising a question about the warm bed he collapsed into when he returned from work.