Message-ID: <3733eli$9709051113@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Alex Taylor Douglas Subject: The Betrayal, Part IV Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-Id: <199709050306.VAA19669@shaman.lycaeum.org> THE BETRAYAL by Alex Taylor Douglas PART IV I waited in the car for what seemed like an eternity, but it couldn't have been any more than fifteen or twenty minutes. I figured if something were to happen between the two of them it would take longer than fifteen minutes. If it didn't happen Eric would be leaving soon anyway. I drove up the block towards our house and parked about five or six houses away. Before going up to the door (which I knew would be locked - Deb has a thing about keeping doors locked) I crept around the side of the house as far as the gate to the back yard. I could hear low muffled voices coming around the corner of the house - good, they were still on the deck. I quietly walked back to the front door and unlocked it, and then slowly opened it and stuck my head in while listening for signs of someone in the house. I could still hear their two voices coming through the sliding screen door from the deck. My den is just up the hall from the entrance of the house, to the right. The camcorder was in my den. The problem is that the doorway to my den can be seen from the deck if someone is looking. I knelt down to keep as low a profile as possible, and slowly edged up around the open doorway into my den. I grabbed the camcorder and edged to the doorway to listen. The voices from the deck had stopped, and my heart began to speed up. I had to see what was going on! Then Eric's voice again, softly. Now, to escape I repeateed what I had done getting into the den except crawled back towards the entance. Once I was out of sight of the doorway to the deck I could stand up and walk around through the living room and dining room into the kitchen without being seen. I edged up to the south-facing kitchen window that overlooks the deck (I think I've already mentioned it once) and slowly pulled the right edge of the curtain away from the moulding along the right side of the window. This enabled me to have about a five cm gap to watch through. I held my breath and looked on, my heart pounding. I viewed the two of them from about a forty-five degree angle and from about five meters away - they were both sitting on the lounger facing east. Deb was leaning slightly forward, her feet on either side of the lounger and her knees almose touching (I'd say about five to seven cm apart). She had her left arm kind of folded across her navel and held her wine glass in her right hand in front of her breasts. Eric was rubbing her back (Deb *LOVES* backrubs), his hands glistening with what I assumed to be baby oil. She rocked back and forth as he rubbed, and more and more he was running his hands up or down he ribcage. Sometimes he only did it once, sometimes he did it for five or six strokes in succession. The motion of the strokes along the rib-cage caused her breasts to move slightly. The one thing he seemed to be worried about was getting oil on the ties to her suit, and knowing Deb I knew she had asked him to be careful about that. The whole time, Deb was sitting with her eyes closed, her top teeth gently biting her bottom lip as she's accustomed to doing when she's aroused and being worked on as well. Ooooo yeah, camcorder time. They were so wrapped up in their own little world that I knew they wouldn't notice the camcorder on the inside windowsill. In fact, I don't even think it can be seem from out there with the sun reflecting off the window, but they probably would have noticed the movement if I had just stood up and began taping. So, I just aimed it in the general direction and then slowly lifted my head until I was looking through the viewfinder with my left eye, keeping as much of my head below the window as I could. A few minor adjustments, a bottle cap under the back of the unit so it pointed down a bit, and voila, movies. It turned out to be great quality - Sony makes a nice product. Once the camcorder was in place I could go back to watching the show. I was just in time to see Eric lean back from her and pull one of the tie-strings of her bikini top. This is it!! I thought, my dick as hard as it has ever been. He returned to stroking her back, however, and it began to get boring as I watched. Same old thing, up and down, sometimes up and down the ribcage. The only good thing was that with Deb holding her top in place with her hand the sides of her breasts were bulging out, and Eric's hand sometimes got close. No, wait. Eric's hand was getting *closer* as he rubbed, and soon his fingertips were massaging the edges of her breasts - my cock returned to it's previous rock-hard condition. The more he rubbed the less time he spent on her back, until he smoothly pulled her back towards him and slipped his right hand under her top. She didn't resist at all, and turned to kiss him instead. Then the top came off, his t-shirt came off, and she laid back into him and put her arms backwards around his neck. A small smile was on her face and she was making little cooing sounds as he massaged and carressed her tits. My cock was out and in my hand and I slowly stroked it as Eric worked my wife. I saw the first male hand besides my own to touch Debbie's cunt in ten years (her doctor is a woman) and when she came violently I felt my own orgasm begin somewhere near my sphincter and I spewed all over Deb's new cabinet doors. I stood there with weak knees and fuzzy vision, most of my weight supported on my arms. When I finally looked out again Deb was face down in Eric's lap sucking his cock like it was a cherry popsicle, and Eric was pumping his finger in and out of Debbie's cunt from behind like he was drilling for oil. It was so erotic to watch that my cock was already hard again so I began to stroke some more, and suppressed the first of several strong urges to join them. Not yet, I thought... Eric stood up and moved around behind Deb, his hard cock out in front of him like a banner. She glanced back over her shoulder at him as he bent to pull off her bottoms so he could fuck her. My heart rate must have instantly doubled as he reached forward to slide off her last piece of clothing. Suddenly she stopped him and I heard her say "No, let's go inside." Time to panic. I left the camcorder where it was and ducked into the pantry without time even to close the door before Eric flew by on his way to the bathroom. Wow, talk about tunnel vision - all he had were visions of my wife's pussy dancing in his eyes. He took her a towel which she wrapped around her breasts, and they both came in and headed straight down the stairs. Ah, they were going to the guest bedroom - at least Deb was worried about dirtying the conjugal sheets (or so I thought). And then a splash. AAAAhhhhhh. The hot tub... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I wrapped my arms around Eric's neck and his hands came down to pull my hips into his crotch. I could feel the hard heat of his cock pressing against my belly as we kissed passionately. I couldn't kiss him deep enough and I moved one hand up to the back of his head so I could pull him closer to me. We have a kind of mini-deck on either side and along the back of the hot tub to put stuff on, like wine glasses, candles, towels, the usual thing. Eric stepped back slightly, put his hands under my armpits, and effortlessly lifted me up to sit on the side. Then he stepped up to me and laid me back, my legs dangling in the water while he was stood between Then he knelt on the seat of the hot tub and I closed my eyes and waited for his touch. It didn't come. After probably 20 or 30 seconds I looked up. He was kneeling there on the seat, just looking at my body. His eyes looked at my semi-open pussy and then swept over my breasts, my face, my belly and then back between my legs. I've always been self-conscious about men staring at my body, but the way Eric was looking at me inflamed me even more. There was reverence in his eyes. He was worshipping my body, silently giving thanks for what he was about to receive I lifted up on my elbows and looked deep into his eyes in return, and the spiritial connection we made was as intense and erotic as any physical touch. Never before had I felt such desire, and never before have I felt as desirable I lifted my right leg out of the water and draped it over his shoulder. His breathing seemed to quicken and I lifted my left leg out and hung it over his other shoulder. His hands came up around the outsides of my thighs and began to caress me, and he kissed the inside of my left thigh, trailing his tongue along the inside of my leg. Another electric jolt. My body began to tremble as he worked his lips down the inside of one thigh and up the other, all the while caressing. My hands began to drift, running over my breasts and down between my own legs, through the dark tangle of his hair and onto my belly again. I began to make little sounds and reached up to pull his mouth onto my pussy, but he pulled back slightly. He reached up and lifted first one, then my other leg off his shoulders and slid his hands down to my ankles. In one motion he lifted both my legs and rested the soles of my feet on the decking, so my calves were against my ass and thighs. He didn't have to open my legs as he knelt down. I opened them as far as I could, letting him look at my cunt as closely as he wanted to, in all it's splendor. He leaned forward and kissed my belly, and then slid his torso up mine and slipped his hands under my arms and behind me so he was cupping my shoulders with his palms. He began a long agonizing series of kisses, gently working my mouth, neck, earlobes, and upper chest while I wrapped my right leg around his back. I could feel his cock against my pussy, and by rotating and shifting my hips I could *almost* get it inside me, but not quite. I actually think I had part of the head inside, but he pulled away a little bit. He went to my breasts again, alternating the nipples in his mouth and tenderly using his hand to massage and caress. He left my breasts and slowly kissed his way down my navel, skipped over my pussy _again_ and kissed my thighs a few more times. He leaned back, placed his hands on my knees, and pushed my legs apart a little more. My cunt was aching for him, my body trembling with desire more intense than I had ever felt. He leaned forward again, his eyes on mine all the time, and flicked my clit with the end of his tongue. I kind of half-gasped, half-moaned and pushed my hips toward him. With his hands on either side of my hips he began to use his tongue and mouth up and down my slit, probing and licking and kissing until he finally hit my clitoris one more time and as he massaged it with his mouth I buried my hands in his hair and pulled his head into my cunt and screamed when I came. He waited until I finally stopped bucking and convulsing and disengaged my hands and stood up. My legs were still wide apart and the orgasm was sending aftershocks through my body when he leaned forward and pushed his cock all the way into me in one motion. I made anther gasp/moan and wrapped both my legs around his back and squeezed. I wanted him, needed him as deep inside me as he could possibly be. He was making little movements with his cock, kind of flexing it inside me and I squeezed my vaginal muscles in response. He bent his upper body forward and placed his hands on either side of my ribs and I ran mine back and forth over his shoulders and upper arms, his back, his hair, and as far down over his buttocks as I could reach. Slowly he withdrew his cock until the head was almost out, and then with a little moan slid it back inside me, until I swear I could feel it touch the end of my tunnel. I had never felt a sensation like that before and my body began to tingle again. Once more he pulled out almost all the way and then pushed back in until he hit bottom. I couldn't believe I could get a penis as far inside me as Eric was going, again and again. Faster now, his breaths quickening as well. I wished I could have framed the look of intense desire on his face, to take and keep close to me forever, to look at whenever I felt lonliness and despair and wanted reassurance. I wanted to do anything in my power to bring this beautiful man as much pleasure as he was bringing me. He leaned forward again and cupped his hands around my shoulders so he could pull me against him with every powerful stroke. Noises bbegan coming from his throat,low and animal, and I spontaneously whimpered in response. He began to growl things in my ear in a throaty whisper. Dirty things, dirty words, but the profanity only made me feel more free, less inhibited. My whole being was centered around my cunt now, the rythym of Eric's cock becoming faster and more urgent and suddenly I exploded again deep down inside, and from a long distance away I heard a voice crying out Eric's name.and dimly realized it was mine. I was vaguely aware of Eric still fucking me with a passion as another smaller, less intense orgasm racked my body, and then another. I could feel wetness running out of me, down my crack and making the cedar under my buttocks and lower back as slick as if I had poured oil on them. My legs had lost their lock around Eric's back and as I regained my senses I wrapped them around his waist again and began to concentrate on repaying him for what he had given me. I rocked my hips in time with his thrusts and reached up and wiped off his sweaty brow, then laced my fingers through the hair on the back of his head and pulled him down closer to me. I propped myself up on my other elbow so I was only inches from his face. "C'mon, baby," I panted. "That's it! Please fuck me! Fuck me!" The sound of my voice seemed to give him a little push, seemed to take him over the edge, for he began to moan and then pushed hard and deep inside me as he came, his face straining as his body spasmed, and then he cried out. I could feel his cock convulse in me over and over again as he filled me; it was wonderful. The warm wetness of his come mixed with my own juices and I could feel it running out of me and down my crack as I laid back, content and happy. Eric kissed me deeply and began to nuzzle and fondle my breasts. We lounged there for a long time, making a litle bit of small talk but mostly necking and fondling, satisfied for the time being to just not move. After a while, though, the basement air gave me a chill and I decided it was time to take a shower. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A couple of things became apparent to me that afternoon. One, if I ever wanted a decent fuck from my wife I was going to have to divorce her, wait until she married someone else, and *then* fuck her. She puts out way better for someone she's *not* married to than for someone she is. Two, I was jealous. Eric was culling forth emotions and responses I could only dream about eliciting from Deb. Of course I only had myself to blame and I still couldn't help watching, but the possessive traits I have were making themselves well known. The part of me that had orchestrated this affair was having a ball, but the part of me that was Debbie's husband was going through a bit of a crisis. Anyway, to make a long story somewhat shorter, I watched. It was just plain luck that for whatever reason Deb insisted that the door to the jacuzzi room open outward onto the landing. I argued against it because it was a dumb idea - an accident waiting to happen. It was only a matter of time until the door swung out and nailed some poor schmuck (likely me) coming down the stairs. Still, it was one of those arguments I was bound to lose. If I had gotten my way, though, I never would have seen a thing. They left the door half open, however, and I was able to watch through the crack between the door and the jamb. Not much of a view - about a forty-five degree angle again, with Deb's head laying away from me. I could only see her exposed pussy when Eric leaned back a little bit, which wasn't often. The view of his head between her thighs was rather stimulating, but my main fantasy wasn't fulfilled. I wanted to see my lovely Debbie's pretty cunt wrapped around Eric's cock, sliding up and down on it like it was the last erect penis on Earth. All I got to see was her legs wrapped around his waist as he fucked her - I could always watch her beautiful tits though, and I even from where I was I could tell when she was ready to come by watching her nipples turn to stone and her chest flush deeply. One part of me was hurt that I had never made her come like she did right then, but the part of me that had a hand around my cock appreciated the little vocal display and especially the look on her face when her body was bucking about on the cedar deck. I didn't dump as much as the first time, but it was still enough to make my legs shaky again. I had plenty of time to recover this time - I thought they were going to stay there forever - so I was well out of the way when they disentangled and moved into the downstairs bathroom. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I had naturally thought that Eric had had enough and was going to be leaving, so I wasn't really prepared for him to follow me into the bathroom. It isn't like it's not big enough, though. Instead of putting in a tub downstairs, we installed a 5 ft by 3 ft shower base and finished all around it with ceramic tile. The shower base has a seat moulded into one corner to allow one to sit down, which was useful whenever I wanted to shave my legs in the shower. Eric followed me into the shower and I turned on the water, nice and hot, and let the spray from the shower massage wash over my body. Eric leaned against the wall opposite the spray, watching my body as I wet myself down. I stopped and held out my hand, and pulled him to me to embrace under the spray. He reached up behind me to grab the bar of Dove and pulled me gently out of the water. I turned to present my back to him and he began soaping me down with his strong hands. He lathered my back and slid his hands around my midsection to my tummy and then up to my breasts. My nipples were already hard as his palms rubbed over them, and I luxuriated in his touch. His turn now. We fought playfully for the bar of soap and he relinquished it after a threat of a tickle. I faced him and put my arms around him, running the soap over his back and buttocks while I kissed him deeply. Firm pressure on his arms turned him 180 degrees and I pressed up against his soapy back, rubbing up and down with my already soapy front. My nipples were two points of pure sensation as they slid across his skin. I sighed and he made a gentle "hmmmmm" as the bar of soap slid across his genitals, and then the soap was back in the dish and my hands were working up a lather and bringing him quickly to life again. We moved back under the warm spray and rinsed each other off, embracing constantly because the slickness of wet skin upon wet skin was a pure aphrodisiac. He spun me around again and I felt his hard penis nestled between my buttocks as his hand moved down and found my cunt, already slick and ready for him. His finger entered me as his palm massaged my mound and clit and I turned my head so I could kiss him again. God help me, I couldn't get enough kissing! I began to move my buttocks up and down and the sense of urgency we had spent such a long time fostering returned suddenly with a vengeance. I pulled away and spun around and pushed him up against the back of the shower while leaning into him to take his tongue in my mouth and his cock in my hand. Then he flipped us around, pressing my back up against the wall of the shower and sliding both hands down my back over my ass to pull my legs up over his hips. With one thrust he buried himself in me and I wrapped my arms around his neck and crooned my adoration in his ear. I don't even remember what I said, I just remember that I was murmuring in his ear constantly. It was an awkward position to be in and even as strong as Eric is, after ten minutes his legs began to get sore. Slowly, regretfully, he pulled out of me and sat down on the moulded seat. He turned me so my back was to him and pulled me down onto his cock again. This was much better, but I knew I'd never be able have an orgasm this way, even though I could feel one floating around inside my belly. Unless...I leaned back into him while he was thrusting, and I took one of his hands from my breasts and guided it down to my pussy. He got the idea, and began to manipulate my clit. The orgasm got closer but was still on the periphery, just out of reach. Suddenly he wrapped an arm around my middle and stood up, with his cock still deep inside me. I wrapped my feet behind his knees for support and it almost felt like his cock was supporting me. He reached out with his other hand to set the shower head to it's most pulsating action and then pointed the spray at the seat. Before I could marvel at his ingenuity he pulled me back into his lap and opened my legs to the spray while he fucked me. He leaned back and so did I, my hands clutching either side of his hips and his wonderful cock deep inside me and the pulsating water massaging my clit. It didn't take long for the orgasm to tear through me, briefly leaving me senseless again. Eric's cock slowed inside me and finally he reluctantly withdrew. "Let's go find a real bed," he said. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ End Of Part IV -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /