Kinky Contract: Part 6

Like a phantom haunting the living Sarah silently follows us down the stairs. For a time she watches as I settle on the sofa and start to browse for a movie before she drifts off, I assume to watch Maria prepare us snacks and drinks. Before long she was back again. Quietly she skulks to the corner chair, a place that she never sat normally but provided her the best view of the sofa if not the screen, and sits trying to appear relaxed but given away by the way her hands tensely gripped her knees. If she was on tenterhooks now she’d be ready to climb the walls by the time this movie was over, assuming things went the way I was planning. After that much needed check in with her in the bedroom my boldness and erotic curiosity was growing steadily. I had carte blanche to be with another woman, possibly for the last time in my life depending on how things went this weekend, and I was more determined than ever not to let this opportunity pass me by.

Within a few minutes Maria comes striding into the room with a tray in her hands. On the tray was a big bowl of hot, fresh popcorn drizzled with plenty of butter with a soda on one side of it and a can of beer on the other.

“I know it’s a bit early for a cold one, but I figured since you worked all night this isn’t really morning for you.”

“A cold beer is just what I wanted, darlin.” I say and pat the cushion next to me. She sets the tray down on the coffee table, purposely bending over in such a way that her big beautiful ass hovered in my direction for a few seconds longer than necessary. For a second I resist my natural urge until I realized that I didn’t need to. Not now. Not here. Not with her. Reaching out I run my hand down over the lovely curve of her full bottom then finish with a pat.

“Mmm.” She wiggles her tush before settling in next to me. Without any hesitation she curls up tight to my side as I slide my arm around her. “What are we watching, Daddy?”

“I’m in the mood for an old favorite.” I say. “You ever see Tombstone?”

“Oh yeah!” She says excitedly. “A classic. I love that movie.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.” She says. “There aren’t too many Westerns that I haven’t seen, honestly.”

“Are you serious?”

She giggles. “Yes.”

“Is Javi a big Western guy or…?”

“Nah, he think’s they’re cheesy. And he hates how Mexicans are usually portrayed. I love them though. Have since I was little. I used to watch them with my family.”

“Huh. Me too.” I say. “And Sarah thinks they’re pretty cheesy too.”

“No accounting for taste.” She cuddles closer. “I’ll watch them with you anytime, Daddy. It could be our special thing.”

“Ha! I suppose it could.”

Out of the corner of my eye I could tell that my wife was dying to say something but her lips remained buttoned up tight. I pull the knitted throw we kept on the sofa across our laps, bring the bowl to rest on top, then hit play.

“Sarah.” Maria says as the movie begins, startling my poor wife who was trying so hard to just be a fly on the wall. “You mind turning the lights out? We’re kinda all cozy here.”

Sarah says nothing for a moment before saying in a dry rasp. “Yeah. I got it.” Moving swiftly across our view Sarah turns out the main light then scurries right back to her chair again.

“You’re not getting any snacks for yourself?”

“Mm.” Sarah shakes her head no.

“You’re probably not going to stick around long, huh? Since you hate Westerns.”

“I don’t hate them!”

“But you don’t love them like we do.”

“Behave.” I chuckle and give Princess a little shake. “Now, shhh. Movie’s starting.”

“Yes, Daddy.” Maria lays her cheek onto my chest and squeezes in tight.

I didn’t know what the female version of a ‘bull’ was in a reverse cuckold scenario like this but whatever it was the bratty Maria had a knack for it. She was clearly reveling in stoking Sarah’s jealousy in ways different yet not so dissimilar from some of things Sarah’s young stud Richie had done in that sex tape they had made. With that lewd video and the wild lust that it had roused in me every time that I watched it brought to mind I decide that it was time to turn the screw.

As we munch on popcorn and watch the Earp brothers mosey into Tombstone the hand I around her drifts across to brush her far breast. Maria takes in a sharp breath then quickly relaxes as my big hand finds a comfy home around her plump teat. My right hand brings the popcorn to my mouth as my left casually massages Maria’s breast.

“Mmm.” She hums softly as she pushes her breast harder into my grasp. In record time her prominent nipple stiffens up to my attention. “Mmmmm.” She squeezes her legs tight together as she leans her weight into me.

As smooth as could be I turn my hand then slip it through the wide neck of her nightie and find her bare breast beneath, all under the watchful eye of my jealous wife. Sarah, frozen still in her chair, wasn’t even pretending to watch the movie. Her gaze was locked firmly on us.

I fondle and squeeze and play with Maria’s big, soft titty. “I love your big tits, Princess.”

“Hmmm.” She hums lustily.

“Hm!” Comes another squeaky hum from across the room. Glancing over I catch Sarah with her eyes wide and her left hand groping her left breast through her sweater as the other gripped my ring tightly. When she spots me looking back at her hands shoot back down to grab onto the arms of the chair. Blushing furiously she turns her head as if she could not bear the attention. Interesting!

My hand glides from one of Maria’s bit tits to the other where I commence my fondling massage. “Ohhh, yesss.” Maria hisses under her breath. At the edge of my vision I see Sarah peer back our direction, drawn irresistibly by Maria’s hiss. Taking the popcorn bowl I nonchalantly place it back on the table before bringing my buttery fingers to Maria’s slightly parted lip. Already knowing what I wanted she wraps her lips around my middle digit to slowly and sensually suck my finger clean. “Mmmm.” She the same with my index finger and then my thumb, taking each deeper than she needed to and sucking with a force far beyond what was needed to simply remove the salt and butter. Her brown eyes glimmering up into mine she sucks my final two fingers clean. “Mmmmmm.”

“Oh God.” Sarah whispers to herself as she squirms in her chair. “Hm!”

I wait a three count in case the safeword were about to follow. When I don’t hear it I caress the tips of my now moist fingers across Maria’s smooth cheek. “You’re beautiful.”

“Ohhhhh.” Maria swoons. Closing her eyes she savors the feeling of my hand and fingers against her hot body. “Yesssss.” The movie forgotten I nuzzle into the side of her head and begin to suckle and nibble at the tip of her tender earlobe. “OH! Oh yesss!”

“Sooo fuckin sexy.” I breath into her ear then let her feel the rasp of my beard against her jaw.

“HAH!”

“What’s he saying?” Sarah gasps meekly. “What’s he doing?” She receives no answer.

“Mmmm.” Maria grips at my thick right arm pulling at me in that way women had when they wanted you on top of them, but the day was young and I wasn’t quite ready for that yet. Instead my hand that wasn’t groping her boob begins to explore on its own. Neck, cleavage, stomach, hip, and down under the blanket along her thigh. “Ohhhh, Daddyyyyy.” She spreads her legs as invitation.

Maria was feeling good. She was feeling damn good. It was an invitation that I do not pass up. Pulling up her nightie enough so that I could reach past it I open my hand to take a full grip of her super soft inner thigh I begin to bring it slowly back up again.

“Ohhhh!” Maria grips my arm hard and spreads her legs further. “Yessss!”

“Ohhh my God.” Sarah mewls at very the same time.