He arched his neck to face me with my pussy juices on his lips and chin. I quivered at the sight.
“He’s picking up Miss Davenport at 2:00 and taking her to visit her kids at 4:00 in Burbank. Then he has reservations at The Penthouse at 8:00.”
“Who’s driving him? Trace?”
“Yeah. It’s always Trace.”
I pushed his face back between my legs, where his tongue pushed between my folds. He dug it as deep inside me as a tongue could go and a fresh wave of pleasure washed over me. A bit more and I would hit creative mode.
Throwing my head back, I let my mind float with the feelings of pleasure in my body. Stu’s tongue digging into my pussy, then stroking my clit. His hands reaching up to squeeze my breasts and pinch my nipples. Rough hands roaming my velvety skin. The stubble from two day’s growth brushing against my thighs when I squeezed them together added to the sensations.
“Oh, yes, baby. That feels so good.”
I floated in a state of near bliss, close to orgasm, but holding on as if my life depended on not climaxing. Thoughts and feelings rushed through me rapidly.
“Don’t stop.”
I loved Dirk. I loved his money more.
He had been so supportive with both his words and his money early in our marriage. Plenty of his money had gone into deals that fell through. Some of it found its way into accounts of my own in Miami and Belize. I had hid just over twenty million from deals that never developed. No matter what happened with the sex doctor and my divorce, that twenty million was mine.
“Oh, yes, baby. Right there.” I floated on a cloud of sexual bliss even though my mind worked.
Now that the financial support had dried up, I felt less love for him. Maybe it was always love for his money. Perhaps I just fooled myself into thinking that I loved him. He was a calming influence. My tantrums didn’t phase him like they did guys my age. He was the calming earth to my fiery spirit. There had been plenty of reasons to love him.
Until there weren’t.
I pressed Stu’s head into my pussy as I clinched. I was near release. A big one. I wasn’t ready yet. “Oh, yeah! Fuck, Stu. That feels so good.”
He had three fingers inside me now, stretching my pussy. While he moved them in and out of me, his tongue pressured my clit with up and down licks.
Two weeks of coming home to a nice dinner laced with SSRI’s and a light dose of tranquilizer hadn’t done the trick. I insisted on doing the stupid sensitive touch thing with him every night. After four months of that chemical cocktail in his food and drinks, he had a tough time maintaining an erection. I had him near defeat.
When he stayed away for a month or more, without the pills, he reverted back to the raging bull he’d been when we first met. His stamina was amazing.
“Fuck, yes, baby. Right there.”
Stu’s tongue flicked my clit. Tingles ran through my body, from my knees to my neck. I could sense the flush skin on my neck.
While I had fucked Dirk after he fell unconscious several more times over the last two weeks, he had been semi-conscious one time. His hands roamed my body, caressed my breasts, and grabbed my hips. It had given me my best orgasm in months. He had even said I love you, but in a sad, regretful way.
When he drifted off to sleep, he murmured her name. Reggie. He’d done it several other times, too. Every time he mentioned her in his drugged state, I fucked him harder, then told him the next morning he had gone limp as a noodle when things had got more intimate. I did my best to humiliate him, but I didn’t see any evidence of it working.
Dirk lusted after someone else. Not me.
Stu lusted after me right now. His tongue and fingers felt fabulous. I needed more.
Dirk had been cold since our last appointment with the Doc. He had already eaten whenever he got home. He started getting home later and later. When I tried to get him to our bed for our touch session, he declined, went to his bedroom, and locked the door.
The more my body drifted on this cloud of pleasure, the more my anger over Dirk falling in love with his therapist churned and rose. I needed a solution to my situation.
“I need you to fuck me, Stu. Fuck me hard.”
“You don’t have to ask me twice.”
He maneuvered into a position in the back seat and slid his cock inside me. With three fingers he had stretched me and now his thick cock stretched me more. This wasn’t a time for a gentle fuck. I needed to be pounded.
Stu sensed that and began thrusting his thick cock into me. The Navigator, even with its high-end suspension system, rocked.
