A Wager With Sadie: 020

She pushed back against Quan’s thick but sensual tongue. The unfamiliar feel of this intimate part of another man bewildered her. Quan was an incredible kisser. Her heart already raced feeling the strength and warmth of his muscle under her palms and fingers. Kissing was okay. She would use her mouth on his mouth that would be okay.

In fact, it was something she liked to do. That jotted note repeated in her journal long ago. One of her favorite things accompanying a hand job was kissing. So yes. She would use her mouth. On his mouth. She would kiss Quan while she brought him to ejaculation with the stroke of her gentle but strong hands.

The wildness of that thought brought a heaviness between her legs. The anticipation got her sighing into Quan’s kiss. And Quan breathed it in. Took out the gasp of her lust and held it in his lungs.

The gentle pressing of his knuckle under her chin became the stroking of his thumb along her jaw. Then the warm and enormous strength of his hand cupped the back of her neck. He thumbed her earlobe and drew her tongue into his own mouth.

His lips pressed, then his tongue pushed back, and he took her lower lip and nibbled. He groaned a sound of deep appreciation. Two hands now on her neck. Two large and powerful hands cupping her jaw, cradling her skull. He looked in her eyes and she felt tiny underneath him. He said, “You have an incredible mouth.”

She dragged her lower lip under the line of her front teeth, eyes wide and staring into his. “You do too,” she whispered, not wanting Teddy to hear. Then felt bad. This was about Teddy after all.

She chanced a glance her husband’s way. Surprised to find him placid and happy. He lounged, sunken now in a papasan chair. The expression on his face wasn’t one of anger. His gaze was intense but there was a happy sparkle in his eyes, an upward curl at the corners of his mouth. Not committed to smiling, but nowhere near unhappy.

She dragged her lip under her front teeth again, smiling at Teddy. Don’t leave him out of this.

She said, “He’s a really good kisser,” and chuckled shyly. Putting it on for her husband, playing the part she assumed he desired. And now he smiled. Quan liked it too. There was nothing men like more than a demure but slutty woman. “I’m going to kiss him again,” she said to Teddy. Her husband nodded, and though she was in her heels she went to her toes to seek Quan’s mouth again.

Quan took hold of her face between his palms again, and she let her hands rest on the muscular slab of his chest. Her hands drifted downward. Down the soft feel of his untucked shirt. Something tapped her stomach, almost touching her most sensitive place. She knew what it was. What had Teddy thought in the sauna earlier today? She would pay anything to review the footage from some security camera posted up in a corner of the room. Watching Teddy’s reaction as he saw what Quan had between his legs. Thinking his wife had seen it already. Interacted with it already. Had jerked it off until Quan had come on his stomach muscles. That raunchy fantasy she’d told her husband got her wet right now. Her toes scrunched as if a string extended from her pussy down her knees to the tendons of her feet. A tightness began between her legs. Thinking what if her story she’d told Teddy were true. Thinking how what she told her husband was what he wanted to hear, but it had come from her. It was from her imagination. It was how she would have wanted it. And that was exciting. This began with her husband’s provocation. She was innocent. No blame could be foisted upon her. This was all Teddy. Any shame, any blame, anything bad now should be laid at her husband’s feet. The way a cat delivered a dead mouse to your doorstep.

Now she committed. Her hands dropped below the softness of his shirt. Her fingertips enjoyed the hard muscular feel of Quan’s midsection. Chiseled ridges of muscle where she would expect to feel softness. Quan had a better body than any man she’d ever been with. Or used her hands on. The best body, and the most unbelievably hung. Quan was pure physical perfection. And tonight was all about indulgence.

Against her quivering palms, she felt the hard curve of the tops of Quan’s thighs. Felt them smooth and hot and hard where they swelled below his hips. Her palms came closer together. Between his legs until she felt the stinging heat of gummy male flesh between her wrist bones. She gasped again into Quan’s kiss.

Quan’s hands dipped from her neck down her throat to her collar. His thumbs stroked her throat but his mouth didn’t leave hers. Her right bold right hand swept between his legs. The flat of her hand curled against the dorsal side of Quan’s enormous penis. It had grown even larger. Impossibly wide. Almost as wide as her palm from knuckle to knuckle. Her hand smoothed downward till the bulbous shape of his swollen cock head rippled her fingertips.

She moaned into his mouth again. He breathed it in again. It was so large. The throb of his pulse could be felt in her grip. The man was built like a freight train, and he must have a hot burning coal-fired engine in his chest. The thump-thump of his heartbeat grew faster with anticipated lust. Ichor pulsed through the enormous example of manhood in her hand. The thing was beyond belief. More than a penis, more than a man’s sexual implement, it was masculine sexuality personified. A totem to worship.

For her husband she would be Quan’s acolyte this evening.

***

Teddy watched from the comfort of the papasan chair as his wife helped their dinner guest take his shirt off. As soon as the fabric had cleared his midsection, Sadie’s hands caressed the ridges of his hard abdomen. Quan’s face still hidden in a Cal of cotton, The look the enamored look on his wife’s face was amazing. The look on her face somehow exonerated his guilt. Sadie wasn’t doing this only for him. Sadie wanted this to.

The thrill was electric. As Quan stepped out of his jute thong slip-ons, Teddy pressed his heels into the floor and pushed himself deeper into the papasan. A wild feeling of acceleration hit him, an imaginary speed-breeze flicking back his hair. This was going to be a wild ride. His wife stood next to another man, the other man naked. Sadie still dressed, pink fabric clinging to her. The muscles in her legs gleamed, a rosy glow on her cheeks. The man’s penis was engorged. Engorged and a marvel to behold. One that would shoot right to the top of his wife’s jerk-off journal. And this time Sadie’s husband would be there to witness it.

The way Sadie’s eyes cast down to watch her hands smooth over the hard edges of Quan’s stomach drove him wild. She was also registering the mammoth scale of Quan’s endowment.

Sadie’s calves flexed, those heel spikes lifting from the floor as she went to her toes. She kissed Quan’s mouth again. One arm hooked around his neck to steady herself on her toes, and her right hand smoothed down the muscular curve of his thigh. When her hand scooted under Quan’s enormous dangling weapon, Teddy hissed through clenched teeth. His hands formed fists. Electricity seized him. The papasan chair was like some death penalty throwback, current zipping through it and seizing the poor sucker seated within. And this guy definitely deserved what he was getting.

He smiled and chuckled at the awfulness of the spectacle. Sadie milked downward in an awkward underhand grip arm, hooked around Quan’s neck. Quan’s big hand moved to cup the rear side of her rib cage.

Quan stepped backward, guiding Sadie to follow him. Mouths still locked on one another’s, Quan and Sadie sat side by side on the low limegreen cushioned chairs. Their mouths parted a moment, and Quan stared into her. Sadie looked downward like she was bashful. She ran hair behind her ear, and Quan touched her neck. He loved touching her neck. Teddy loved watching him touch her neck. It did something to Sadie he like to see. His wife succumbed to that masculine hand, her chin tilting upward, mouth parting in acceptance. They kissed again. The wife in a spectacular dress, a young man wearing nothing.

They made out for almost a minute, that black heap of monstrous man-flesh laying in the seam of Quan’s thighs. Sadie crossed one leg over the other, hips tilted into Quan. Her high heel shoe bobbed near his knee, her pretty toes pointed.

Then her hand sought out what her husband had set this up for. He’d thought she’d already done this, and decided that his wife talking to Quan behind his back was a sign she wanted more. Sure, he was wrong. But he wasn’t entirely wrong. Because now right here before him in their beautiful villa he would watch the act he’d first wanted. It would play out in real time before his eyes. No offense to the classics, but this was a thousand times better than Casablanca.

Sadie’s hand smoothed down the top side of Quan’s cock. Her grip circled it, her thumb stroking, then lifting the heavy thing from his lap. He wasn’t fully hard, but stiff enough he didn’t flop. Sadie took a break from their kissing to admire what she held in her hand. Quan kissed her neck while she did.

She eased back on his meaty shaft, pulling down the puckered roll of foreskin. It began to stretch then then peel to expose the corpulent gleaming mahogany end. It shone wet; the healthy luster of a penis protected by generous foreskin. It also gleamed from the leaking lubrication.

Sadie made a small grimace, biting down on the curl of her lower lip with a canine, recognizing how bad this was. There was the enjoyment of another man, the appreciation of his assets—all things she’d been doing–but when his tool leaked the fluid meant to ease his passage during intercourse, well, this was new grand salaciousness. This was more than admiring a marble statue of epic proportions. This was a reminder that her handsome partner was more than a play toy. He was a living breathing human. A male heartbeat pounded in that chest. His testicles worked to produce the necessary ingredients for the machinations of intercourse. She knew Quan. She liked him. She’d spent the day with him, met his family, knew all about his family history.

It made Teddy wonder had his wife ever been this quick to get intimate with a man. When she was in that first and virginal year of college, feverishly writing down her hand job notes, had there been an entry in that diary saying: don’t know how it happened, met this cute guy at the bar on campus, next thing I know I’m in his dorm room, and I got my hand in his pants. . . . There had to be. Sometime in his wife’s past, she’d been eager. He could see the eagerness in her now. The only restraint was her loyalty and respect for their marital bond. That and the fact she loved him. But she at one time had been a horny young woman.

That was another thing that made this so exciting. He was putting his wife in touch with that most bewildering point in a young person’s life. When those hormones were kicking the shit out of you, firing off for the lamest reasons. He had his own selection of memories. The accidental revelation of a high inside thigh once from a girl he had a crush on. He’d jerked off three times when he got home from school after that. There were hundreds of similar little stories. Times also where he’d found girls in the same situation as him: horny as fuck. Sadie could’ve been one of those girls. He’d taken girls home and done things with them after hardly knowing them. This was proof that his wife could be a dirty little girl.

Now he gritted his teeth with an aching drive to fuck her. To say to Quan, “Sorry, just take five minutes, she’ll get right back to you.” Then flatten her on that bright green cushion, grab a fistful of her hair and growl into her face what a dirty little fuck slut she was while he humped himself into her. Biting her neck. Sadie loving it. Sadie saying, “I’m a dirty little fuck slut.”

“Oh shit,” he groaned and fidgeted with his pants. He’d just let off a stream of lubricant of his own. Thinking how he was going to fuck his wife when this was done. Thinking of all the dirty things he was going to say to her. The awful things he would accuse her of. Make her repent, make her reclaim her vows. He couldn’t wait.

But right now she had bigger things on her mind. A bigger thing in her hand. And she wondered at it. Her expression marveled as she caressed Quan’s oversized weapon.

The foreskin was peeled back and she ran the curve of her fingers under its belly. In the fold of her index finger knuckle she collected a scrim of shining pre-come. Then she polished that huge cock head like it was furniture.

Now she watched Quan’s face, registering his pleasure. That was wild too. Sadie was good hand jobs. But he could see she didn’t just give the same hand job over and over again. She studied. She was a studier. Great marks in school. Aced law school. Aced the bar. Now she was studying Quan. How does he like this? He does. . . . What if I do this? . . . Oh, he likes that. . . . What if I combine the two? . . . What if I do it in a double hand stroke then come back and do it over again but reverse? . . .

Sadie had Quan in hand job heaven. The big guy eased back from her kiss as the pleasure her hand delivered proved too much for him to bear. Too much pleasure all at once. His eyes closed, and he leaned his hands behind him. Light shone down from above. White light gleamed in liquid swirls over the ridges of his muscular chest and stomach. The abs, those lines below the abs that pointed to his huge manhood.

Sadie sought her own pleasure now. Right hand stroking and pleasuring, her left hand exploring Quan’s beautiful body. Smoothing over the plates of stomach muscles, caressing his chest, thumbing his nipple. She switched hands, gripping that huge cock in her clumsy left. Her right hand circling his hanging scrotum. While she stroked, she made his balls swing, going from side to side and batting his thigh. Quan’s stomach muscles bellowed outward. Sadie seemed to take that as a sign he wasn’t fond of ball play. She abandoned it, ever the pro, letting them hang again, and now taking Quan’s cock in two hands and holding it like a sledgehammer.

She worked her grip up and down, squeezing as she got near the end, the muscles in her forearms rippling. Quan produced more lubricant, and Sadie gathered it and used it to stroke him better. While she did, Quan regained composure, becoming accustomed to the artful manipulation of his most sensitive male part. He sat straighter, and his luscious lips sought Sadie’s.

They kissed. Kissed while Sadie jerked him off.