Message-ID: <15750eli$9809300628@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Kristen78@aol.com Subject: "On The Brink" Part 2 by Rod Stiffener (mf,share) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-transfer-encoding: 7bit Content-type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII 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: <6709c6b2.36117181@aol.com> ("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW! Thank you... _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text Archive name: brink.txt (mmf,share,voy) Authors name: rodsti@hotmail.com (Rod Stiffener) Story title : ON THE BRINK (Part 2 of 2) == == == This work is copyrighted to the author. No changes may be made to this story, and the author information must remain intact. This work may be copied freely for non- profit purposes only. == == == ******************************************************* BACK FROM THE BRINK - BY ROD STIFFENER PART TWO ******************************************************* A lot of cloud cover had come over, so the night was almost pitch black apart from a glow of city lights on the far horizon. I could only just make out the fact that they had made their way to a short wooden pier. The soft sand hid my footfalls, so I arrived undetected on the beach by the base of the pier, well hidden in shadow, and sat on the sand. I could see them vaguely outlined against the horizon, standing about forty feet away, and from time to time could hear a low murmur of their voices. Then silence, and I could see that they were closely intertwined. I have always had a voyeuristic streak in me. I felt anger and jealousy, but it was tempered by a fascination with what my wife might be doing with this man. I could barely see what was going on, though my imagination was running riot. There was lust in the air, and my cock was beginning to stir in my pants. She had her back to me, and their heads were together. Her pale dress was barely outlined in the darkness, and gradually its shape changed, getting smaller and smaller until it was half its size. A starker white triangle materialized in the darkness, but this too began to change its shape, turning into a thin horizontal line that floated downward to about knee height. They held this pose for about five minutes, and I could only wonder what orifices were being explored during that time. Then things suddenly changed. I could now only see one upright torso, and from the broadness of the shoulders it had to be a male one. I got up to my knees to try and see more, then made out the pale outline of my wife's dress again, rising up barely to his waist this time. His arms were directed downward to her head, or was it her shoulders, guiding, aiming, pulling her to him. They stayed like this for another five minutes or so. I couldn't work out if there was really movement going on, or was it just my image of them shimmering in the dim light? I had my cock out in my hand, and was slowly stroking it. Then they were both down on the deck, and now I couldn't see anything. I could tell only roughly where they were, and their forms were fused in a way that made it difficult to distinguish one from the other. After straining my eyes for another couple of minutes, I gave up and turned to go. I went back to my room and lay there on the bed, still dressed, staring wide-eyed at the ceiling. The enormity of what I had witnessed was still only just sinking in. And rather than try and stop it, I had allowed it to carry on. Not because I felt powerless; because it was turning me on. I still had a big hard- on, that occasionally twitched in my pants. I was as much revolted as I was pleased, by this apparent ability to get aroused over my wife fucking another man. God, I must be sick! But you can't argue with a hard-on. I heard the sound of her key in the door. She came and sat on the edge of the bed, looking down at me. There was a long silence. "You were supposed to come and get me." "I did, but you seemed occupied." "Well, I decided to check that I wasn't losing my touch. But I wanted you to come and take over." "I wanted to see how far it would go." "It went past the point of no return, thanks to you!" "You could have stopped anytime." "I guess so. But he was very charming, and you were just a misery-guts, and I wanted to feel wanted, and I was mad with you, and I wanted to make you jealous ... and I thought we might be all finished with each other anyway ... I don't know, there's several things I could say to you ... though nothing would make it right." "So what did the two of you go and do?" "He got sucked, and I got fucked." "Well, that's it, then. It should now be all over between us." "Yes, it should, and I'm fully expecting you to kick me out. But I can't help wondering, why do you have such a big hard-on?" Sure enough, I was still just about busting through my trousers, as even the most casual observer could plainly see. To confirm her suspicions, she put her hand on my fly and gave my turgid dick a brief squeeze. "Well, its because, I can't help wondering what your pussy looks like right now." "Do you really want to know?" "Yes, I do. Show me." She stood, and hiked her dress up above her waist. She no longer had any panties on. She has long, straggly pubic hair, confined to a neat but densely- packed bush. I was able to see a definite parting down the middle. "Lie down." She eased herself onto the bed and lay back. I sat at the foot and guided her knees until her legs were bent back and widely seperated. Around her vagina, she was a sticky mess. Her bush was flattened out, the long black hairs pasted down wetly against her puffy outer lips, glistening with the same moisture that made her pretty inner lips gleam in the light of the bedside lamp. She reached with her hands and spread her pussy, to show me inside. Her gaping pinkness got sloppier the further up I looked. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?" "Yep." "I've just been fucked by a total stranger! Doesn't that bother you?" "Well, yes, I suppose it does. And I want to remove all traces of it. Mind if I lick?" "You're weird! I didn't know I was married to such a weirdo!" "There's a lot you don't know. It might be worth finding out. Now, sit across my face!" She obliged, getting up and planting her knees either side of my head, lowering her slushy pussy onto my mouth. I inhaled deeply, drawing in a good whiff of the salty smells that emanated from her insides. And now I could taste her, licking and dabbing with my tongue, slurping up the sex fluids that had left her genitals feeling so slick and lubricated. I tried to penetrate her with my tongue as deeply as I could, forming it into a stiff little cock that thrust up into her pulpy interior. She leaned forward and, fumbling with my pants, freed my aching prick. She lay down full-length upon me, turned her head to the side and pulled my cock into her mouth. The second prick she had put in her mouth tonight. She suckled on me gently, not enough to make me come, but then she never did. I find it hard to concentrate when my mouth is full of pussy anyway. My saliva was combining with the various juices already present, and I used my tongue to smear it over her clitoris, peeping at me from under its little hood. I zeroed in upon it and my tongue did a dance against the apex of her crevice that soon had her sucking my dick in the same rhythm. My hands encircled her thighs and reached up to spread her buttocks apart, giving me more room to move and allowing a finger to probe between vagina and arsehole. She was enjoying it, and soon started to grind her mound more firmly against my face, adjusting the angle of contact, holding my cock in her mouth in a gentle suction that tugged at it as she rocked her body up and down me. She would press down, then pull away, controlling the buildup of feelings in her loins, delaying the inevitable moment for a good ten minutes or so. Then I felt her convulsing and her thighs gripped my head tighter for a minute or so. She lay on me like a dead weight, and my cock flopped out of her mouth. We were silent for a minute or two. "Did you like that?" "Yes, thank you." "Did that other fella make you come?" I asked. "Yes, sort of. He fingered me while we were standing up and kissing. It was nice, but not as good as this one. I really like having your cock in my mouth while you lick me." "I know. And I really like having my cock sucked. But you always give up too soon." "Don't you prefer fucking? I thought guys always like cocks in pussies the best?" "Well yes, ultimately, but not right away! Guys need lots of foreplay too! An orgasm delayed is an orgasm enhanced. Besides, do you know I have never ever had a chance to come in your mouth?" "Ooh gross! Is that what you want?" "Just this once." "Okay then, by way of an apology ..." She got up slowly beside me on her hands and knees. Holding my dick straight up with one hand, she lowered her open mouth over its end and wrapped her lips about the shaft. She started slowly bobbing her head up and down, which felt very nice, but her teeth were catching me under the rim of my cockhead. I winced each time it happened. "Is that how you did it to him?" "Yes, why?" "He must have been a true gentleman if he didn't mention the pain your teeth would've been inflicting."' "Oh, sorry! No wonder he was in such a hurry to put me on my back. And I just thought all you men were like that!" "All us men can happily have their cocks sucked for hours. But no teeth, please." She tried again, covering her teeth with her lips this time. Much better! I could really feel her sliding up and down my shaft. But the cockhead could do with some more friction, otherwise we would be here all night. "See if you can apply some suction each time you pull your head away", I suggested helpfully. "No wonder I've never been keen on this, all you do is complain!" But she was only joking, and showed no signs of wanting to give up, like she usually would. Oh, beautiful! Absolutely spot on! Her cheeks clung to my pole as she pulled her head away each time, the soft linings sliding deliciously over my cockhead. Of her own volition she started doing the occasional tongue-swirl over its swollen helmet. I reached down to where her breasts dangled over me, grasping her big berry-like nipples and gently fondling them. She looked so beautiful, her eyes closed in concentration, lips tight-stretched around my upright penis, body rocking as she bobbed her head up and down along my length. I was in heaven! She had never gone on for this long before without quitting. "Play with my nipples" I whispered, pulling up my shirt. I just *love* it when there is a fingernail being flicked across one nipple while my cock is being sucked. I reached out an arm so that I could get my hand between her legs, cupping her mound and inserting a finger deep into her soft, open passage. The combination of cock-sucking and nipple-tickling was causing a stirring in my balls, where a head of steam had been building up nicely. "I'm going to come soon. Whatever you do, DON"T stop sucking!" She looked at me in slight trepidation, but didn't slacked her pace. Whoops! Thar she blows! I jerked my hips in time to her head-bobbing, taking care not to go in too deep but wanting to increase the speed of her oral movements at that critical moment, when everything tingled and buzzed and began to get very sticky. She kept going, and took it all, until I was done and my dick started to shrivel. She pulled away, and long threads of semen swung between her lips and my cockhead, before snapping back onto her bosom. She started pushing big clots of my load out of her mouth with her tongue, and it dribbled down her chin. She only looked slightly disgusted. "Here, allow me." I held out my arms toward her, and she lay upon my chest, bringing her sticky mouth onto mine. What's good enough for the goose is good enough for the gander. We french-kissed slowly but deeply, so that I could lick and suck at her mouth until it was clean of all peckersnot. We carried on kissing for sometime after that. Finally she buried her face into the side of my neck and we just held each other. She spoke first. "You're not mad at me for screwing that man tonight?" "You're not mad at me for being such a shit-head?" "I could never be mad for long, if you made it a more regular habit to eat me out like that." "And while you're giving me blowjobs like that one, I could follow you to the ends of the earth!" She giggled at the mental picture conjured up by that last remark. Then she got more serious. "Did it really turn you on to know that someone had just pronged me?" "It turns me on to know that you are capable of such passion. I didn't know you had it in you." "Actually, neither did I." "What happened out there. What was different?" "Well, I've never been one to flirt. I wouldn't dream of it, whether you were watching or not. I'm normally so sensible, plus I feel like I'm kinda plain-looking anyway. But tonight I decided to flirt in front of you, just to teach you a lesson. And I got excited about it! Especially about you watching. I suppose I went on a bit of a power trip." "Power, how?" "Well, power over you, since you couldn't screw me yourself but as soon as I started flirting you followed us around like a dog after a bitch on heat." "And power over him. He kept staring at my tits. I never thought my tits were worth looking at. But I realized he could see my nipples, and I liked showing them off to him! It was power to keep him dangling, just-about tripping over his hard-on like that. When we danced, I rubbed my tits against him, and I could feel his cock poking into me. When his thigh started pressing me between my legs, well, it started an itch that had to be scratched!" "So ... are we going to do this again?" "Get out! I'm not screwing a different man every week just to make you happy! I could catch some nasty diseases that way." "No, I wouldn't recommend it either. But this flirting. This showing-off. I would love to watch you showing off to other men. If it really makes you horny, I will be only too pleased to fuck you silly afterwards." "Well, there could be room for some exploration here. Provided we can find the time in our busy schedules." "Honey, we will *make* the time!" "And do what?" "Oh, I don't know. We could go shopping. Buy you a few choice outfits. You could flash at a couple of people, under controlled circumstances of course. Just see what reaction you get! Maybe go dancing, wear something sexy, show your tits, see if guys want to rub up against you ... ." My imagination was starting to overheat. "Tease them. But if you want to fuck, do it with me!" "Poor guys! Isn't it kind of exploiting them a little, leaving them high and dry like that?" "You'll be giving them something to jack off about; believe me, they will appreciate it!" "Hmmm ... it would be kinda nice to know that little- old-me had been the inspiration for a mess in somebody's shorts ..." At that, our conversation tailed off. She was slowly drifted off into a contented sleep, her arm linked into mine. I felt like a weight had been lifted from my shouders. It looked like we had just dicovered something new about ourselves. Even if we did have to learn it the hard way. Even if we didn't know how far it would go or where it might all end up. We were still together, and had something else to look forward to besides work. Maybe life would be worth living after all. ____________________________________________________ Kristen's collection - Directory 8 - Text 8374 -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----