The video was good quality, exceptionally good in fact. The man and woman were either great actors or not acting at all. They started by kissing gently, then passionately and very quickly, as if their lust fast-forwarded them they were both naked and he was sucking her nipples then heading south leaving a trail of wet kisses along the way all over her young smooth skin.
Then his head was buried between her thighs, one of her legs draped over his shoulder and the other spread and dangling from the side of the bed, her foot on the floor. I could not see exactly what his mouth was doing to her inbetween, but I could see her face, her expression of total pleasure.
Her eyes were closed, her mouth slightly open, her nostrils a bit wider than normal and her nipples, still shining wet with his saliva, were hard and pointing upwards. She looked perfectly beautiful and serene as if she were smelling scents and hearing music from heaven at the same time. She had the expression of the devoutly religious feeling God's presence. The man's head kept bobbing between her legs and her back was starting to arch upwards, her mouth opened a bit more; she was nearing climax. There was, however, no audio.
It was a fantastic video. I would have enjoyed if the woman in it were not my wife. There also was that crazy woman sitting with me watching the couple on the screen in the grips of uncontrollable passion.
This is not happening, I must have dozed off and this is a bad dream. Hard to believe that minutes earlier, although it feels like a lifetime ago, I was ready to leave for the mountain to ski the long weekend. Gina, my wife could not come, had to stay with her mom who was getting worse; she said.
I was even whistling on my way to the car, skis on the roof and gear in the trunk and all set to go, then the red Mercedes came to a grinding halt and the woman with the wide green eyes and flaming red hair came in brisk strides. "Mr. Hood?"
"Yes." I answered trying to sound calm. There was something about her. He was beautiful alright, yet beautiful would not be the whole description. She had enough beauty but she also had this quality that few women have: She made me aware of my manhood and, my manhood was certainly aware of her. She also made me very nervous.
There was an edge to her talking, her body language which made the encounter tense. Feeling the sexual tension towards her rise inside of me did not help. Perhaps she was a friend of Gina, my wife. I smiled gently, "Gina is spending the weekend with her mother. We were supposed to go skiing but I have to go alone," I added the extra explanation for no other reason than being nervous.
"Are you a friend of her, I don't think we met before. Mrs..? I am sorry I don't know your name." "I am not a friend of hers and we have not met before. My name is Brenda."
"Nice to meet you Brenda, sorry but I have to go. I hate the reaching the mountains after dark." I said rather sheepishly.
"I did not come to talk to your wife Mr. Hood. I came to talk to you," the edge in her voice was getting sharper.
"If I am to call you Brenda then please call me Gary or give me your lat name," I tried to say in good humor but it came out clipped and nervous.
"Brenda will be fine Gary. After all we have a strong bond. My husband is fucking your wife as we speak, have been fucking her for God knows how long. Go and enjoy your long weekend and when you come back you will be a widower, cus I intend to kill the bastard and the slut."
The expression on my face must have spoken volumes; suddenly her shoulders dropped and her stance softened and when she spoke, the tone was milder. "I am sorry. I have been boiling with anger for over a week. I wanted to talk to you. I did not mean it to come out the way it did. Sorry I did not mean to hurt you. "
I was shocked and I did not try to hide it. When I talked I was surprised how calm I sounded, "you came to talk so let's go inside and talk."
So we were inside. I offered a drink and she declined. I poured myself a scotch then realized I could not possibly enjoy it. I just put it on the table untouched. "Perhaps you should gulp this down, you won't lie this video." She put the video in the player and sat on the other end of the sofa watching it with me.
On the screen Gina arched her back and, even without audio, you could see she was screaming. Having what she calls "a motherfucking orgasm." It was a long orgasm as well as intense. She was almost convulsing with her mouth wide open, hands covering her face, her breasts shaking with her orgasmic spasms, her lovely body turning rosy with her boiling blood. It was a cum-shot the porn industry would kill for.
He stayed there between her thighs, her legs flailed and kicked involuntarily skyward. Then she gradually subsided. His head stayed there working on her and finally, at long last, he was giving her cunt many cool-down kisses. She calmed, her body relaxed and became totally still.
He raised his head; his face shining with her secretions. His mouth traveled upwards, kissing the tuft of hair above the cunt- I trimmed for her only last week, now he was chewing on it. He licked the hair and chewed on it some more, then upwards he went, kissing her navel, her breasts and the finally he was looking at her fondly.
Her eyes closed with this heavenly expression of ultimate gratification. She looked angelic. He kissed her gently and her tongue went out and started licking his face.
I wanted to push the off button on the remote but hit the ‘pause" button. The image froze with her tongue extended out full length drawing half circle to lick her own juice off his face.
I felt a flash of anger and an overwhelming jealousy. My face got hot as if on fire and strangely enough, in the background of it all, as if trying to bury it deep and hide even from myself, I felt very horny. It was animal-like horny.
"Are you alright?" she asked and there was genuine concern in her voice. Her green eyes were not shooting darts and her hand touched my shoulder gently. I was indeed hyperventilating.
I had a typhoon of emotions swirling in my head. "Sorry, It is not everyday you see your wife…" I did not know how to finish the sentence and just opened my hands in despair. Then I said the craziest thing without ever wanting to: "Give the guy credit, he is an awesome cunt-eater." It was nervous humor but the damage was done.
I was staring again at the green eyes, very close to my face, shooting darts of fire from an angry hell. "I am gonna kill them both. He hasn't eaten me in months and he never ate me like this." I felt her anger and pain, I had some boiling inside me.
I also had other feelings, totally out of my control. I desired her, lusted for her and in a strange sense, loved her. I could smell her hair, her skin and her overall presence. She excited me, and there was nothing I can do about it. I both liked this weird feeling but yet could not take it. I wanted to either get up and pace like a caged animal; and I wanted to hold her, kiss her, spread her legs and did to her pussy what her husband did to my wife's. I could not get up; I did not want her to see I was developing an erection, a mother-fucking one.
"Please forgive me, I always use humor as a defense mechanism. It was in poor taste. I am running a gamut of emotion I don't understand." I tried to justify my comment on her husband being a great cunt-eater.
