Too Much, Not Enough
“So this is some kind of game?”
“Not really. I wouldn’t say it’s a game. It’s just that I have needs and a very understanding husband who supports them. Wouldn’t you want a wife who supported your needs?
“Sure but won’t he get jealous?”
“He doesn’t mind and I definitely don’t mind. Come, come here.”
She reached out, took his hand and pulled him back down. They embraced again.
“So you have permission Mitchell. You have it from Hayden and myself. If you’re uncomfortable in the saloon, we can take this below.”
She spoke as though it were a forgone conclusion, decided by strangers before he had even assessed the situation.
It wasn’t usual for Mitchell to be approached by women. It was he who lured them. This time he was knee-deep in someone else’s plans before he even was aware of being set-up. And it was all so impersonal. A stage was set, the lights were on and everyone seemed to know the play… except him.
“Here or below?” She asked again.
She was quite prepared to perform there, in the open where everyone could see. Apparently, the neighbors weren’t off-limits either. It was up to them to turn away and shut their curtains if they didn’t like what they saw.
“Below.”
Mitchell wasn’t prepared to be so adventurous.
“Let’s go.” She stood, let her pink outfit fall to the floor and stepped out of it. She took his hand and led him down the starboard companionway to the master berth at the pontoon’s stern. She turned, unbuttoned his shirt, removed it and then pressed her breasts against his chest.
In a hug that was both emotionally empathetic and unselfishly kind she said, “Tonight, I’m yours. Let me be your wife for a night. Let me calm that inner torment. I know it has been hard. It’s just not fair. So don’t hold back Mitchell. Let yourself go. Kiss me as though you love me, not Sam.”
Like so many times before, the anger welled up in his stomach. The Beast has been woken and stirred uncomfortably in his gut. He knew something was happening on the outside but it all moved too quickly to know just what.
Felicity was perfect. She came to him with open arms. She understood the torment before explaining his situation to her. She was in tune… and her skin was flawless and fragrant.
Fine blonde hair tickled his shoulders and neck as they embraced and felt their way around each other’s bodies. She held him like no other woman had done and she meant for every touch to count. He fell into her spell.
He forgot about those on shore and he did not do as she recommended and insert his wife into Felicity’s place. Doing that only threatened to ruin things. Knowing he was making love to the most attractive woman he’d ever seen was all he needed to see it through.
Having the wife nearby and manipulated so he could have time with a living goddess was an extra-hardening bonus. It was as though it was meant to be.
Their tongues probed and tasted each other’s mouths. They breathed heavily and gasped between frantic kisses. “Oh god you’re hungry Mitchell… so hungry!”
“I need feeding.”
They kissed again and he grabbed a bunch of her hair tightly and plunged his tongue in deeply. Her eyes popped open and she groaned.
Pulling away and panting between words she said, “God, where did you learn to kiss like that?”
“Abstinence.”
“Abstinence?”
“Dreaming of every missed kiss over and over again.”
“Yes?”
“Not having them turns one mad but it does expand the imagination about what a kiss should mean when one is available.”
“Does that rule apply for everything else?”
“I believe so.”
She was about to reply but he pulled her in fast. Any words that formed in her mind were quickly stifled between tongues and moans.
On the shore, Hayden entertained his guests with humorous anecdotes gathered during the time when his home was being built. Prioritising which room had what view of the canals created considerable headaches between the couple.
A basement added after completion produced challenging engineering issues. Builders believed the pool would fall into the hole and then the house would soon follow.
The stories flowed while a tanned blonde lay down in a boat with her legs in the air.
“It says always my Man,” said Mitchell, between high thighs.
“It does, now tug on the ring. Pull it hard. I can take it.”
Mitchell bit the gold ring and jerked it back with his head, stretching her clit to its limit.
“Oooo yeah baby now smack it, smack my pussy!”
Mitchell took his four fingers and patted her with them. “What are you doing? I said smack it. Smack it like a man!”
Mitchell heard a growl within.
Give me.
No.
She wants a man.
Not you.
It’s easy.
Go away.
Why is it so difficult?
I can do it.
Then do it.
“What are you waiting for Mitch? Fucking smack it!”
She can take it.
I know.
Then stop stalling.
Give me a second.
Fuck that!
The Beast lifted Mitchell’s right hand and used the other to spread her lips. He struck her flesh with all his force and she yowled. “Fuck!”
Her body twitched. Shock waves were sent along her legs and stomach. She sat, looked at him for a second, slapped his face and then lied down again. “Fuck! That was wonderful! Warn me next time!”
See?
I don’t get it.
You never do.
Do it again.
Again, The Beast spread her pussy apart and lifted Mitchell’s hand. This time he turned it around and struck her by flicking the wrist. Fingers struck her at speed and she jumped up again. She stared at Mitchell but this time she didn’t strike him.
Her tummy twitched and her eyes rolled backwards into her head. “Oh my god, I’m coming. Oh my god…. shit!”
She fell back wards and then rubbed her clit vigorously, letting out screams and screeches while writhing around on the bed.
That’s how it works.
You hurt her.
She wants hurt.
“Fuck! That was… that was… give me your cock. Take your pants off and give me your sick. Up here. Bring it here.”
Mitchell stripped off and crawled onto the berth with his knees and lowered his penis in front of her.
“I can’t see why she can’t love that. It’s not like its small. She’s a stupid cow if you ask me.”
She gobbled him and rubbed her pussy until she came again. Spit dribbled from her mouth. Strings of it lead back to the tip of his rod. “Oh my god, this is nasty. I’m so bad.”
When her orgasm had subsided she returned her mouth to him and made pumping actions with her head.
Now push it deep.
I’m not sure she’ll want that.
Do it.
Shouldn’t I ask?
The Beast growled in frustration. He moved over her, took hold of her head with a hand and used the other to prop himself with. With one deep thrust, he covered her face with his pelvis. He neck swelled to accommodate his girth.
Take it out!
Not yet.
Okay, take it out! She can’t breathe!
Not yet.
But…
The Beast snapped Mitchell’s head to the right.
See?
What?
She rubs herself.
But she’s pushing us off her with her other hand.
Who cares?
I do.
She doesn’t.
How do you know?
She’s still getting her pussy off.
Her hand left her clit and started slapping Mitchell’s backside.
Now you know her limit.
Aren’t you going to pull out now?
No.
The Beast flexed Mitchell’s cock and thickened it in her throat, making sure she knew he wasn’t going anywhere soon.
The slaps got harder and then faster.
Pull out!
No.
She made fists and began punching him with them.
I’m going to pull it out!
Why?
You’re out of control!
Mitchell’s mind reconnected and extracted himself from her mouth. Felicity coughed and rolled around on the mattress.
“Are you fucking crazy!” She wiped her mouth of spit and pre-semen. “You could’ve choked me.”
“I’m sorry. I thought−”
“That’s too wild Mitchell! I just don’t get it!”
“If I’ve offended you−”
She coughed again. “That’s so wild… I just can’t understand it… why there isn’t more of your type out there. Do you know how hard it is to find guys that want to take risks? It’s not all about a quick shag. What about using the mind a bit more to tease and torment?”
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