Hot

By Margo Perry
margo707 @ rogers . com
Copyright 2012 by Margo Perry, all rights reserved.

“Woman, if you don’t grab those theatre tickets right now, we’ll both miss the play!”

My husband had just gotten home, after three weeks abroad, and all we wanted was to fuck our brains out. 

“The curtain won’t wait,” he said. 

He held me at arm’s length, blushing as I ogled his very aroused cock.  My nipples were itchy, hungry for his warm wet mouth. He grabbed me around my waist, pulled me into him and rubbed his cock back and forth over my pubic bone.  He kissed me with soft, insistent, invading lips and tongue and then pulled away, forcing me to come after him.  I kissed him like the cat on the hot tin roof we were about to experience in the theatre.

The phone rang.

“Ignore it,” he said, tonguing my ear.  “Let’s just go to bed.”

“Elise would never forgive us.”

“She’d have to,” he growled.  “We saw her opening night performance.  You’ve seen it several times since.”

“But tonight’s closing.”

My pussy was tingling and I was just about to give in, when he relinquished his hold and stepped back.

“You’re so worth the wait,” he said.  “Let’s go see our gorgeous friend.”

I didn’t want him to be thinking about Elise.  I wanted our urgency back.  I groped his ass.

“Get going,” he said, turning me toward the doorway.

He spanked my ass.  The act was too playful and dismissive.    

“Hurry, Sara.  We can’t disappoint our best friend.”

For a moment, I resented Elise.  Tom had dated her all through high school.  I’d been the third wheel, though they’d never made me feel like one.  Tom and I drifted together after Elise won a scholarship to an acting school in New York and left the island and us.  That was twenty years ago and, even then, we knew that she belonged to a world much bigger than Pageant.

The phone rang again and Tom went to answer it.  I dashed up the stairs, deep down disappointed that I wasn’t stroking his hard cock and waiting to unzip him.

I was wearing an off the shoulder peasant blouse and long skirt, both pastel green, both nearly see through.  It was hot for February.  I went to the bedroom window and threw my head back, inviting the breeze, billowing through the curtains, to kiss my neck.  My pants were damp with pussy juice.  I grabbed a clean thong from my drawer and sat on our bed, letting my massive breasts rest on my thighs, as I changed wet for dry.  I checked my bag for the tickets and party passes, clicked my bag closed and headed for the door.  I imagined the darkened theatre, my green painted nails creeping along Tom’s thigh.  I felt naughty.  Ready.

I laughed at my jiggling tits, as I dashed down the stairs, almost running into Tom who stood like a sentinel at the bottom.

“Bad news,” he said.

I knew myself well enough to know that I was about to be my worst self, but I couldn’t stop the rage that swept over me.

“You’re not going,” I said.

“I can’t.  They need me at work.”

I headed for the kitchen and the garage door, grabbed my keys, got into my car and left.

I was so angry and disappointed that I don’t remember the drive.  I remember fighting tears, as the usher led me to my seat, and being glad when the lights went down. 

Elise played Maggie like she never had before.  I felt it.  The whole audience felt it and the final standing ovation was lusty and loud, lasting long after Elise had taken her final bow.  She had made the whole audience feel horny and on edge.  It was exhilarating and I was actually nervous heading backstage!

I knocked, she let me in, and I began to babble.  First, I congratulated her, over and over again, and then launched into my woes, without taking a breath.  Elise locked the door and began to get out of her costume.   Without a word, she stepped out of her slim skirt, unbuttoned her blouse and threw both over a chair. 

“I can’t tell you how horny we were,” I moaned, “and the next thing I knew, he was going back to work and I was a pissed off wife, acting badly.”

Elise stood in her slip, her full breasts exploding out of her bra.  She sat in a chair and bent over to undo her garter belt.  I noticed that she was breathing heavily.  She unpeeled her stockings slowly.  I was being seduced by the sexual energy pouring out of her.  I’d never touched or been touched by a woman, but Elise was making me feel something I’d never felt before. 

When she stood up, she let her hands roam over her breasts, staring at me, until my knees began to shake.

“Come here, she said.

Husband and home seemed far away.  I moved toward her. 

“I crossed a line tonight.”  Her breath was in my ear.  “I became Maggie and I can’t get rid of her.”  She had both hands around my throat and was looking at me intently.  “Close your eyes.”

I did so gladly.  I didn’t want her to know the excitement I was feeling.  She began to plant kisses all over my face and neck, light kisses made of butterfly wings.

“You’re not only pissed.  You’re horny, disappointed and spoiled.”

She stopped talking to tongue my ears and claim my mouth.  I couldn’t think.  She was fucking my mouth with the tip of her tongue in quick infuriating jabs.  She tweaked my nipples until I wanted her to squeeze and suck them.  She invaded my secret, moving aside my thong with nimble fingers.  She squeezed my pussy lips, making me crazy, making me kiss her like I’d wanted to continue kissing my husband earlier.  She slipped two fingers inside me, fucked me with her fingers, out and back in, manipulating my clit, until I thrust against her hand, my pussy muscles contracting against her fingers.

“Your gorgeous husband is back and you’re being a bitch because he had to go to work?”

I couldn’t concentrate.

“Please,” I heard myself beg.  “Make me come.”

She slipped onto her knees and eased my thong down over my hips.   I stepped out of it and she dropped it onto the makeup table she was pressing me into. 

“Tonight, you’ll go home and fuck Tom like you never have before.  Don’t make me come over and do it for you.”

Something in her eyes made me believe that she’d do just that.  She’d told me for years what a good lover he was.

“I promise.”

Her tongue was electric.  I told myself to hold on, but her fingers were inside me, fucking me.  And her mouth was eliciting every passion she could suck and lick, nibble and massage out of my dripping pussy and hard clit. 

I came without making a sound because if I’d started to scream, I never would have stopped.

I looked down and Elise was tugging at her nipple and rubbing her pussy through silk. She soon came in an open mouthed silent exhalation of breath.

“You’re lucky we have a closing night party to drop in on,” she said, laughing. 

I watched her negotiate the room and leave everyone panting for more.  I waited, like an honored chauffeur, to drive her home.  I didn’t have a drink.  I’d share one with Tom

Elise had always been the one to set me straight.  I couldn’t wait to make it up to Tom.

When she was ready, we headed for the parking lot.

“Thanks for tonight, Pal,” she said, clicking her seat belt, “The road does get very lonely.  I love you.  I love you both.”

“We love you, too.”

She took my face in both her hands and kissed me so tenderly that I wanted to cry.  It was nice.  I started the car and concentrated on driving.

“I think we’re being followed,” Elise said, after five minutes or so.

“I know,” I said, glancing at my side view mirror.  “It’s been on us for quite a while now.”  I slowed, before turning into the driveway of Elise’s hotel.  The huge SUV overtook us and continued along the pitch black road.  “There it goes.”

“I still think you should come in for a drink.  Make sure it’s gone.”

“I’ve got to get home.  It’s past midnight.”

Elise opened the passenger door, and leaned in to kiss my cheek.  “Unless you want to take me home and share your husband …”

“Not on your life.  I’ll call you tomorrow.”

“You’d better,” she said, already basking in the attention of the smitten doorman.

I drove off smiling.  So much had happened that it was good to be alone, to process things before I saw Tom.  Should I tell him what had happened?  Of course, I would.  We didn’t keep secrets.  Not important ones.  I couldn’t help thinking that a sexual triangle had been completed tonight and that scared me.    

I was so lost in thought that I hadn’t noticed, what looked like, that same car approaching.  It must have been waiting for me somewhere.  This time, it didn’t stay on my tail.  It sped up, pulled in front of me and parked diagonally across the narrow street.  I had no choice, but to pull over.  I watched, relieved that the car had parked under a light. Pageant Island was known for its low crime rate, but the night was black velvet and there wasn’t another soul in sight.

I was relieved when a uniformed policeman stepped out of the car and stood just under the streetlight.  He wanted me to see him.  He was dark haired, over six feet, and in impressive shape.  His step was leisurely as he approached the car, his frame looming larger with every step.  He nodded, I unlocked the door, and he opened it.

“Step out,” he said, softly.

I swung my legs out, but he stopped me with his baton, before I could stand.  He used the wood.  Its smooth end ran up my leg and teased me, prodding my pussy until I moaned out loud.  He withdrew it and ran a lazy finger over its head. 

“Very wet,” he said. “You’ve been naughty.”  

“What did I do?”

“You know very well.  I’ll follow you.  Now hurry.”

He closed my door and headed back to his car.  I didn’t bother with a seat belt.  I put up with the annoying bleating for the short distance home, parked and rushed into the kitchen.  He’d joined me in a flash and was already unzipping his pants and pulling out his big, fat, ready cock.

“Do you have something to tell me?  I came to meet you at the theater.  I saw you two vixens kissing.  I would have joined you, but you were too quick.”

I spit on my hand, began to stroke him, in short quick strokes, just the way he liked it. 

“Talk!”

I began my story from the time I went backstage and felt his cock respond, leak hot pre-cum onto my hand. 

Tom pushed me onto the large table and teased my clit with his cock until I begged for it.  He kissed my pussy, until I was about to come again and then fucked me some more.  He ravaged me and I loved it.  I played with his balls and ass and he loved it.  He waited and shot into me, sharing the moment when Elise had made me come.  I wasn’t quiet this time.  Tom made me scream the house down.

When he was done, I had no choice, but to stretch out on the kitchen table and pant.  I was spent.  Sore.  Fully satisfied.  God, I loved that man.

It wasn’t long before the phone rang.  I got up, answered and put it on speaker phone.  I glanced at the clock.  It was almost 2:00 AM.

“Chief, it’s Sarge.  You told me to ring, no matter what time it was.”

“Fine, fine.”

“We got him, Chief.   He’s in lockdown and the media is on its way.  All your work has paid off.  I think you’d better get down here.”

“Let me speak to the wife.”

I knew that tone.  He wanted to stay, but needed to go.  I wrapped my arms around him.

“Go,” I whispered in his ear, “and wake me when you get in.”

“Haven’t had enough, huh?”

“Not from you.”

I rubbed his bare damp ass.

“The wife’s given her blessing.  I’ll be there in twenty.”

“You’re as gorgeous and frisky as the day I married you.  I’ll have to take you and Elise out for dinner before she leaves.  Apologize for tonight’s absence,” he said, before rushing off to shower.

There was something in his tone that filled me with nervous anticipation.