Chapter 2: A Gentle Collapse

When Rob got home the next evening the guilty dog was barking. Brook had taken the baby to her sister for the evening. When he walked in the door, he barely cleared the front room before Brook pulled him into the bedroom and jumped him, screwing for an hour as if he had been gone for a month.

It wasn't that he didn't appreciate her offering but during the entire time thoughts bounced around. The night before he had experienced an overpowering reaction watching Brook and Trey. Rob couldn't quite determine what it was that was more stimulating to him... her obvious sexual reaction to Trey's advances after he had left or watching her with Trey while she was being sexually manipulated. Rob didn't know which was more intriguing, the result or the means.

Later that night, just like the day before, Rob couldn't think of anything else. There should have been at least some sensation of anger or jealously, but there just wasn't. Instead, he was literally counting the hours until the next time. Instead of anger, he was spending his time thinking how to enhance the experience if it did happen again. If nothing else he would hide a small pair of powerful binoculars in the tool shed. Why not have a close up shot of it all?

Then there was Brook herself. How should he approach her? His devious mind decided that he would do his part to make sure her libido stayed sky high the entire time Trey was in town. He had a little game he loved to play at times and he decided that it was the way to go for now.

Ever so often he liked to do an "attitude adjustment" on her. He would gently rub her pussy as she slept, coaxing her clit out and making it as hard as he could without waking her. Just when she was obviously going to wake up and have an orgasm he would abandon her, leaving her writhing fitfully in her half sleep and sexually hungry. He loved to tease her like that then go to work.

Her manipulated body would awake each of those mornings sexually on fire, leaving her in a burning condition that needed Rob's hose to quench but she only had her fingers to put it out. What Rob wasn't aware of was the many, many times each day that her fingers were between her legs, sometimes just fanning the flame more than dousing it.

Rob decided that was what Brook would get as long as Trey was in town... a morning wake-up call to tantalize her senses to a point that somewhere, somehow it had to be satisfied.

Just like Rob, Brook was looking toward the coming weeks. Not with excitement like Rob but more with dreaded anticipation. She wasn't a fool... she knew what had happened and how she had shamelessly reacted. She knew one other thing. It couldn't happen again. She would make sure of that! She would make sure Rob would be home next time.

She hoped so. Recently her pussy was excited all day every day!

Everything was working against her. When Trey called a day later and talked to Rob to schedule a visit the next day Rob quickly agreed. Then he apologized sincerely that he would be working late and unable to be home. He was sorry but "it was just one of those things."

"Hey, dude." Rob looked around and made sure Brook wasn't listening.

"Yeah."

"Don't mention to Brook I won't be home. She might want to reschedule and that isn't fair. I know you have lots of folks to see."

"Uh, okay. If that's what you want. But I can come a different time." Trey tried to hide his excitement. Home alone again, baby!

"No, man, it's all okay with me. I just wanted you to know that." Rob was impressed that Trey was staying as calm as he appeared. Maybe he was wrong about all of this.

Rob was just busting to see if this was a pattern or a fluke. He told himself that even if it was a bust, a one shot deal, at least for one week it had caused an excitement within him that had really fired up their sex life. For sure, he knew one thing. Brook wasn't just not over Trey but she could be easily fired up in his presence.

Trey was beside himself. Was it his imagination or had he been right all along? Brook may not have thrown herself all over him but she didn't put up much of a fight, either. First the tongue and then this woman through the window with her pussy absolutely on fire. He was certain it was he who had ignited it.

Trey didn't want to overplay this. He had already decided not to show up every night and even made plans for a couple of small out of town visits. The fact that he was actually going over to their house to see his son had taken a back seat. A far back seat.

For Rob, the day of Trey's next visit was long and the hands on the clock barely moved. About six in the afternoon he made "the call" to let Brook know it was another late night.

"N-o-o-o-o, not tonight. Trey's coming over." Brook couldn't believe her bad luck. One thing was for sure... she wasn't going to invite Trey to dinner.

And she didn't. Instead, she mentioned casually that since Rob wasn't going to be home she didn't cook.

To her dismay, two hours later Trey showed back up with a smiling Travis, pizza and salad in hand.

"Instant meal, princess," Trey beamed.

"I worked around this," he thought to himself as they sat down to eat.

Rob waited until dark barely settled in before leaving work and make his first pass in front of his house. Even though he made the obligatory cell phone call much earlier to ensure that Trey had indeed come over he still left work and drove home with his heart pounding.

YES!! There was Trey's car in his driveway, long after he should have been gone. He drove on down and parked, walking back as much in the dark as he could. He had left the gate open so that he could mask the creak when he went in, then very slowly closed it behind him to set "the trap" if anybody came in behind him again.

Much to his joy, there was a familiar scene in front of him. There they sat, just as before. Travis was surely sound asleep by this time and Trey was eating his pizza about one bite per minute, the two of them chatting and laughing as they carried on. If Brook was having any second thoughts from last week it certainly didn't show.

Rob recognized what Brook was wearing. It was a surprising selection knowing that somebody, especially Trey, was coming over. She had on a long thin dress that had a split all the way up her right thigh. Not only did it expose most of her leg when she walked but it also bared her leg all the way up to her panties when she sat, the loose top falling open to expose her breasts whenever she leaned over.

She never wore it out of the house and, as far as he knew, had never worn it in front of anybody other than him. He felt sure Trey thought he had hit a gold mine!

And he had.

"My God, look at what she's wearing!" was the first thing that crossed Trey's mind when he brought Travis back in. When he had left she was wearing a pair of old jeans and a tee shirt.

The minute Trey walked in the door and his eyes lit up Brook instantly regretted her poor judgment.

"How totally stupid of me," she thought. What could she have been thinking? Deep down she knew the answer. During their previous conversations Trey had spoke lightly about some of the women he had dated after the divorce. For some reason there was this little gnawing part of her that wanted to "dress up" a little, to put her best foot forward. But she had certainly overdone that and there was no room to back out without embarrassing both of them.

"Sorry about the way I look," she apologized. "I was just ready to get comfortable for the night and didn't know you were staying."

"Oh, it's fine." Trey tried to blow it off.

"Real, real fine," he thought. About fifty percent of his doubts about the next few hours were instantly wiped away. Earlier when they had put Travis to bed Trey was treated to a nonstop tit show thanks to her loose fitting top.

When Rob arrived she was sitting with her legs crossed under the table, her right leg exposed to her hip. The touching was already in progress when he got there. It wasn't that Trey was all over her with his hands but he would just casually let his hand leave the table every minute or so and touch her under the table. By that time, Rob suspected the casual brushing of the knee had already come and gone as his fingers were exploring higher. Rob gave her this much... she was casually but persistently fighting his hand off without making a scene.

She could have obviously ended it all by simply getting up or sitting all the way across the table from him. But she thought she could handle it and the hidden maneuvering continued for some time as Rob watched.

A few minutes after Rob arrived Brook excused herself for a minute and went to the bathroom in their bedroom. Rob followed her from the outside, knowing that he could see through the bedroom window. When she came out of the bathroom she hesitated before she opened the bedroom door to leave. She leaned back against the door and lifted her skirt. She closed her eyes and started gently brushing herself through a black thong, her mouth open and her legs dipping very slowly. Catching herself, she shook her head, dropped her skirt and went back in to the kitchen. Rob thought that maybe he had prepared her TOO well for the evening!

He remembered that he had his little binoculars available and got them out of the shed. Slowly but surely, it was obvious to his closer scrutiny that Trey was winning the war. As he went explored higher and higher she allowed it to linger just a wee bit longer.

By the time they called it quits Rob could tell it was really starting to get to Brook. Her chest was starting to heave a little and she was squirming in her chair as Trey's teasing fingers had wandered high on her leg, up to the split of her dress. The binoculars allowed Rob to see the faint rotation her ass was doing on the chair and by experience he knew she was really feeling it.

They ended up on the couch again, talking as if nothing was going on between them. She sat sideways, facing him with her right leg crossed over her left, exposing her leg almost to her waist. After feebly trying to cover up, Brook just gave up the cause and let him look. As they discussed old friends, she reached around to get an old photo album from under the table next to the couch. When she did her legs opened and treated Trey to a great open shot of her black thong-covered pussy, exposing little black tufts of hair.

He took advantage of the situation. Brook obviously wanted him to look at some of the photos but instead of moving in close to her he intentionally kept his distance. Both she and Rob appreciated him not crowding her but it caused a separation that made her lean over considerably in order to share the book. When the loose top of her dress fell wide open it revealed that skimpy white bra that barely covered her nipples. Trey managed it all beautifully, taking in her unintentional offering without giving himself away. He enjoyed the show for at least ten minutes before he had a chance to change the mood.

As they were looking they came upon a photo of a group of kids sitting around a campfire. Trey recognized it immediately. So did Brook. She had forgotten it was even in there and immediately wished she had removed it. It brought back memories best left alone.

Trey didn't miss a beat. Time was short and he couldn't miss opportunities.

"Let me see that," he laughed softly.

Rob didn't have a clue what they were looking at. If he had he wouldn't have given it any thought. It was just a photo of a few kids sitting around a campfire in the dark.

Trey looked at it a few seconds and said softly, "Remember that night?"

Rob could have answered for her. Yeah, she remembered. Otherwise her face wouldn't have turned red and have such a strained look on it.

"Yep, I remember," Brook said softly.

And boy, did she!

It had happened about a month after her graduation from high school. A small group of them were having an all day summer affair down on the Little Sandy River and the day had moved into the early evening. Brook's tiny black two-piece bathing suit was covered by a large tee shirt to ward off the evening chill and to keep the bugs off.

Trey had been touching her all day, stroking her between the legs and teasing her nipples every chance he got. Even though they didn't see much of it going on they both knew the other couples were doing it, too. There had been a few times that some of the other couples had disappeared alone for an hour or so into those woods.

About nine o'clock Trey coaxed Brook into getting on one of the inflated rubber tubes and moving out into the river a little. Brook protested as much as she could before relenting. She didn't want to spoil the evening for the others by making a scene but they had seen a snake earlier and she was petrified of them.

Trey wasn't taking her for a ride just for fun. The teasing he had given her all day was taking a toll on him and he was in the mood for what he knew was nestled softly under that tiny patch of black cloth between her legs.

O-o-o-o-o-h, yes!

Sweet Brook wasn't exactly what her parents had hoped. By that time Trey had been in her pants for the past nine months and that night he was hungry for more.

Brook definitely wasn't in the mood. Not only were friends just up the creek from them but also those dreaded snakes! She squealed a little in protest but let him guide her slowly out into the dark river.

To protect herself, Brook wrapped her legs high around Trey's neck to lift her out of the water and off that float as much as possible. She gave no thought that she was grinding her crotch right in his face.

Trey was well aware of it, though. The sweet aroma coming from her hot pussy was honey to his senses. As he moved her further from the group he nuzzled his face gently into her, using his nose to slide up and down the wet cloth.

Trey knew there was a small sand bar there but when he approached it he made no mention of it to Brook. He let her think she was in peril and totally at his mercy.

He stayed between her legs and slowly untied her bikini bottom, carefully sliding it off and tucking it down inside his own tight trunks to make sure they didn't disappear into the night. He was being offered a feast, a sexual fantasy that he wasn't going to pass up.

Like most of the other girls, Brook had limited their sexual activities to random encounters in the back seat of their cars. Although they both thought it was wonderful it was always the same... Trey on top riding a receptive Brook for a few minutes before exploding into her with a youthful exuberance.

But he wanted more. So did she but she didn't know exactly what.

Trey had never done it before but he had heard talk, had read about it. He was more than willing to take a chance.

All at once Brook lurched at his touch.

"Trey, what are you doing?" she whispered hoarsely.

Even through her apprehension of the dark river she couldn't miss what was happening.

Trey didn't answer. What was he to say?

His face was buried deep in her pussy; his mouth searching hungrily for the clit he knew would be hard and receptive from the days teasing.

He was right. This was something totally unexpected and Brook reacted that way.

"Tre-e-e-y-y-y," she moaned in protest. "Stop it!"

Trey ignored her. He knew she couldn't move and definitely wouldn't call out. Most of all though he was feeling her ass move in response to his mouth.

Oh, yeah! Through her protest there was an instant response and her hips jerked slightly before pressing forward against his mouth.

Fifteen minutes. Later in life there were times he could do it in two but that night, in the middle of that creek and for the first time, it took him fifteen minutes to bring her off.

He didn't really know what to expect at the time. He certainly never imagined a Brook that went totally out of control; thrashing wildly from the rapid sucking her clit was receiving and pulling his head into her crotch as hard as she could. The only thing that wasn't perfect was the effort she had to make to keep her voice down. Both would have liked for her to just let go but there were people just yards away.

That night Brook had no idea how quickly she had reacted to his mouth. What had started minutes earlier as something dirty had ended in a sexual bliss she never imagined possible. For all their sweet lovemaking in the past she knew that she had never really came close to having an orgasm with Trey. But she did then and she surely knew she wanted more of it!

And that's where she became a little 'Trey slave", right there in the middle of the Little Sandy River in the darkness. After that she never denied him anything.

As they looked at the photo they both remembered. Trey was hard and Brook squirmed slightly on the couch. The memory still made her tingle between her legs.

Their silence during that entire thought process had taken only a minute. Rob had no idea what they were thinking but he did know was what he was seeing.

Trey had carefully slipped his hand up and was gently rubbing her neck and shoulders.

"Those were some good times, huh?"

She slumped down a little.

"Yeah, some good times," she sighed.

"Remember all the trips to the Little Sandy after that?" he asked.

"Oh, yeah. Lots of them." After releasing her first orgasm with him they became commonplace. It was like the ice was broken and she began to come with him on a regular basis as she rode his cock. The few times she didn't make it they would wait a few minutes and then he would take her with his mouth. The first couple of times he went down on her after he had already come inside her she protested. After a while though she didn't care. She just wanted to come.

"Would you do it all over again?" It was almost like a challenge he was throwing out, but it was tempered so that it was more of a probing question.

While she was trying to wrestle with an appropriate answer, Trey had eased his hand down to the zipper on the back of her dress, lowering it down in an excruciatingly slow descent.

"Oh, Trey, you know I would never do that again." Her denial was so weak, her voice so soft, that even her mother wouldn't have believed it.

Rob didn't know if she was aware of the zipper going down, but by then it was low enough to expose the back of her bra. Trey leaned over and barely pressed his lips to her neck as he spoke. He was speaking so low that, through the open window, Rob could barely detect what he was saying.

"You don't remember that you always wore black panties after that when you really wanted it?"

Brook suddenly realized that Trey was unzipping her and he had really nailed her about the truth from their past. She suddenly shuddered and moved back against him. Trey didn't miss the moment, forgoing the light kisses to bury his face in her neck. She turned her head slightly away from him, allowing him easy access to her soft areas there.

"I would always remove your top and kiss your breasts a long time before I took off the bottoms."

She turned so that Rob could see her face well. She didn't try to deny any of it. It was all in her face. As Trey moved freely with his mouth, she closed her eyes and a soft look came on her face. If she was aware of all his actions and the fact that she was totally unzipped, she was mentally caught in a vacuum and didn't object.

When Trey eased her dress down over her shoulders and down her arms, she either snapped out of it or decided to draw the line.

"Trey!! What do you think you're doing?" She pulled away from his mouth, but her dress was already down to her elbows and her breast pouring out of the top of the extremely flimsy bra. There wasn't much left to imagination.

"Fulfilling a dream." Rob couldn't imagine her not detecting the tone of Trey's voice. It resonated with a deep, deep desire from the past, not just from spontaneous lust.

"You know we can't do this, Trey. I'm married." The protesting voice was soft but sincere.

"I know." He gave her the response she needed to hear, but his lips went back to her neck and his hand moved slowly to gently cup a breast. Rob thought he heard them both suck in their breath with the contact.

"Great move," he thought wryly. Tell her anything, but keep moving. Boys all learn that in the ninth grade but the girls never seem to catch on.

"I'm serious. You need to leave now!" Brook spoke with authority, placing her hands over his as he slowly massaged her breast. But Rob saw no attempt on her part to forcefully remove him.

"I know. I need to go." His fingers found her nipples, sliding them free of the bra and rolling them in his fingers. She closed her eyes and her head went back, unintentionally inviting his mouth to explore her neck even more. She were facing straight out the window towards Rob but he felt no danger of being caught and didn't move as they were obviously involved.

Her voice was saying, "leave" but her body was not and Trey knew that it was time for a move. During the distraction, her legs had spread, leaving them an open invitation for his hand. Not losing the chance, he moved his right hand from her breast and slid it slowly down her stomach.

"Brook, are you wearing black panties tonight?" He already knew the answer.

Brook said nothing but she turned bright red and her breath sucked in.

"He's right!" she thought. She had intentionally put on black.

Her hand followed his but it was more if she was only trying to know its location more than remove it. Moving his hand on down, he slowly spread her skirt open as far as it would go to give him an open view of her thong. He stalled a minute to admire the view and to test her reaction. When there was none, he slid his hand under her thong and gently cupped her mound. Rob could see perfectly when his fingers went under the flimsy cloth and began a slow, steady rub.

"No, Trey." It was a half-hearted protest at best and rather than her hand trying to push his away she just placed her hand on top of his. It didn't deter or slow him in the least. Trey had already found her sensitive clit and was stroking it to life.

"Black panties. Very nice."

"No, Trey. Let me go." She moaned it more than spoke it.

Ignoring her feeble protest, Trey moved off the couch, letting Brook lay back. He had full access to her mouth for the first time and took advantage of it, engaging her in a long, deep kiss that drew a response. She let out a little sound and her legs spread slightly as her hips lifted to meet his busy fingers.

"Trey, if you think that's a reaction, wait until you see what happens when your mouth gets to her nipples," Rob thought. Then he realized that Trey would already know how sensitive her nipples were.

But Rob gave him credit. Trey was patient enough to stay with her mouth, neck and ears for quite a while as he continued that slow assault on her pussy with his hands. He certainly wasn't new at this and Brook was totally lost, being drawn out of her safe environment in which she was accustomed and not dealing well with her gentle predator. Rob was already starting to see how much she was going to be overmatched.

"Please, Trey. We can't do this. You have to leave." The words were barely out of her mouth when he teased her with his lips again and she eagerly responded with her own.

Rob was almost urging him on; then, as if on cue, Trey's mouth slid down to take in a nipple. He licked it at first, enclosing it with his lips, making her turn her head sharply and causing a definite upwards thrust of her body. He smelled the victory and quickly released the little clasp in front. Her breasts slipped from the bra and Trey gorged himself on her left one, opening his mouth wide and filling it, sucking on it very hard and very quickly as it came in and out of his mouth.