Jack licked determinedly at Melissa’s wet cunt. The top of the stroke brought his flat tongue over her clit causing her to shudder. Melissa was desperate to cum she was so close if Jack would just concentrate on her clit for a couple of minutes she’d be there – guaranteed. Jack let his index finger slide slowly out of Melissa and down to slowly circle her rectum. Melissa’s hips lifted as she began to cum. Jack pushed his finger into her ass as he licked.
“No Jack. Not the finger, not the finger. Oh. Oh. SHIT!” Melissa felt her orgasm wither and fade. “ God damn it Jack. You know I don’t like that – it distracts me. Just because it worked once doesn’t mean I want it all the time.”
“Sorry.” Jack crawled up between her thighs. Melissa stuck her hand between them and covered her pussy. “Don’t you want me to finish?”
“No Jack I don’t want you to finish.” Melissa scooted out from under Jack. “Go beat off if you have too. I’m going to sleep.”
Melissa’s hand paused in mid-brush as she stared at the reflection of her husband in her make-up mirror. “So what you’re saying is that our sex life is boring.”
“I didn’t say that. I said that we were in a rut – a routine, it’s like a recipe almost; one part his one part that, mix, stir pour into bowl…”
“Pour into a bowl? Is that what I am to you – a container for your sperm to be poured into?”
“That’s not what I meant - I said we should try to spice things up a bit.”
“Hey the last time I tried something different you freaked out. The way you were jumping around you’d think I’d tried to kill you.”
“Sticking your finger up my ass while blowing me was not what I had in mind.”
“Well there you have it Mr. Excitement. Variety isn’t what it’s cracked up to be when you’re on the receiving end.”
Jack stood silent for a moment then turn and walked out of the room. He reappeared in the mirror a moment later. “Just ask yourself this – ‘Are you happy with our sexlife? Is this what you wanted? Is this the best we can do? I’ll be waiting downstairs.”
It was a very quiet drive to the party.
They had barely cleared the front door when Melissa spotted one of her co-worker and excused herself from Jack. Jack scowled at being left alone. He was not a good mixer and this was a party filled with people he didn’t know. He found his way to the bar and quickly downed a Scotch. The second one he drank more slowly but that glass was soon empty. The third he nursed as he walked around the house and grounds. The place was impressive, especially the deck complex in the back yard. The deck contained multiple levels with various sitting areas and private alcoves – very well done.
A slight stumble on a flight of stairs reminded him that he had not eaten since lunch and he went off in search of the buffet. Jack looked around casually for Melissa but she was nowhere to be seen. He was stilled pissed at her for the argument they’d had. Melissa usually drank at parties and would be very horny by the end of the night – only Jack wasn’t feeling very lucky this evening.
He circled back around to the buffet; there had been a tray of sushi that he wanted to sample again. There was one spicy tuna left and as Jack picked it up, a hand closed quickly on his and gently held his down. He turned to the owner of the hand and discovered the most amazing green eyes looking back at him. The eyes were framed by an abundance of auburn tresses and complimented by an absolutely bewitching smile. The smile slowly transformed into a row of perfect white teeth biting softly on a ruby red lower lip. The mouth moved, “Oh, you’re too fast for me. Looks like you get the last tasty morsel all to yourself.” And that bewitching smile returned. Jack smiled in response and was surprised to hear his own voice speak. “Me too fast? I can go as slow as you need me to go. And I’ll gladly share, my teachers always said that sharing is an important part of being able to play well with others.”
“Oh really? Maybe all I want is just a little taste.” Soft fingertips slid across the back of his hand. Jack knew he shouldn’t, but he did, “How do I know that? You might say you want a taste but then you might just eat the whole thing. Where would I be then?” The smile became positively dazzling, “Where would you be then? Mostly likely slumped against a wall somewhere with a big dopey grin on your face.” Jack swallowed deeply and noticed that he had a raging hardon in his pants. “And what would be plastered all over your face?” The smile slackened and the head tilted forward and then back up, the bright eyes were clouding over. A small pink tongue swept quickly between glossy lips.