Page 14 of Forbidden Temptations

As fond as she was of their babysitter, Richard knew his wife well enough to know she did not share her toys. And if that confrontation with Scarlet last night had just been Alice marking her territory...

Then, he had a pretty good idea of what she would do to him.

That thought made the idea of letting her sleep in a little longer, all the more tempting.

“Alice...” he mumbled. She’d think it odd if he didn’t wake her. It would make her suspicious…

Alice mumbled something unintelligible in answer. Still more or less asleep, she shifted closer to nuzzle the hollow of his neck.

Richard stiffened at the contact, a shiver of pleasure rippling up his spine.

Her very closeness was an aphrodisiac. The feeling of her pressed against him, long willowy legs brushing over his calf, full breasts crushed against his side through her cropped sleeping sweater. And her mouth. God, that wicked mouth, brushing so softly over his skin, a mere tease of contact, igniting and sending tingling sensations surging through his skin down to the base of his spine.

Suddenly awake, alert, and very aware of that tale-tell stirring between his legs, Richard blinked, then glanced down to see blue-green eyes looking up at him.

For the longest moment, Alice only watched him, lips pursed and eyes bright with a look that had his cock suddenly harder than steel. Then, slowly, she pivoted, propping her head up enough to rest her chin on his ribs. “When did you get in?”

“Late.” The vision of her had the words sticking to the back of his throat. “Did you wait long?”

She moaned a low throaty affirmative, placing a soft kiss just above his nipple while, in a tease of friction, one deliciously long leg slid across to straddle his thigh, making Richard all the more aware of the feeling of her body on his. And the dampness pushing against his leg. She was soaked. The silky heat of her arousal burned through her panties as she stretched out, caging him beneath her, as she walked soft butterfly kisses up his torso.

“I couldn’t sleep,” Alice purred, her words low and throaty without a trace of sleep. She bit down on his earlobe and tugged, fingers teasing down the flat of his stomach to his boxers. “I just kept thinking about you pushing me up against the fridge, grinding this big, hard cock into my pussy.” Long fingers closed around him through the cotton of his underwear, holding, squeezing, then rubbing. “It got me so hot. In the end, I needed Antonio…”

Richard had to bite back a moan. Antonio was Alice’s name for the B.O.B her friend Samantha had bought them as a gag gift for their 5-year anniversary. The image of his wife stretched out on their bed, her luscious body arching in throes of pleasure as she worked the toy between her legs, turned his cock to steel within her grasp. Until he recalled just what he had been doing while she had been putting on such an exquisite display and the knot of guilt that lodged inside his gut threatened to chase his erection away.

Alice’s mouth claimed his, her tongue sweeping in with lush licks that sent tingles shivering up his spine and brought him back to full mast.

She took his mouth hungrily, her lips moving over his, full and soft and completely at odds with the hot demand that seemed at once to make his head spin while keeping his attention fixed solely on her. And all the while, she was stroking him. Slowly, her tiny hand unable to encompass his girth, but pumping him from root to tip in long, knowing motions, had him instinctively rocking into her, grinding his groin against her palm.

God, how did she always know? Know just how to touch him, how to play his body like a fiddle?

It was maddening. He needed to touch her, but no sooner had his fingers swept through the lush fall of silky locks to tease over her spine than she pulled back.

“I-it got me so horny,” she panted, trailing hot little kisses down the line of his jaw. “Knowing you could barge in at any moment and catch me playing with Antonio. I wanted you to watch, to see what you did to me, see how wet I got thinking about your big dick,” she spoke slowly, every low throaty syllable an intoxicating seduction. “I was right here, riding my B.O.B, waiting for you to come and see what a naughty wife you have. But you never came. Then I remembered you were up there with Rebecca. Is that why you left me all alone?” Her mouth was everywhere, kissing every bit of skin she could reach as she shuffled slowly back...

Her tongue dragged over his nipple, down the plane of his chest to the elastic of his shorts, only to pull away. “A-Alice…”

His wife rose slowly to sit straight backed between his legs, throwing the covers off, and pushing the lush fall of her hair back behind her ears, the pink of her tongue sliding across those full lips as her eyes found his. Then, “Was she a bad girl for you?”

Oh fuck!

“What?” Ice rushed down his spine and it was all Richard could do to keep the panic from his voice. Fuck, she knew. How could he have been so stupid? Of course, Alice knew. How could she not? Now he was-

“Was she a bad girl?” Alice said again, her voice seeming to grow even more playful as she leaned down to where his erection was visibly straining against the confines of his shorts, the slick tip pushing up from beneath the elastic to leave a slick and shiny trail around his belly button. “Was she still wearing that sexy outfit she had on last night? That cute little pink top and those faded jeans.”

Warm air rushed over his crown as those full luscious lips wrapped around him through his underwear and slid up to bite the waistband and tug it back to reveal the fullness of his desire. “Or had she changed into something different, something special, for your eyes only? Stockings? High heels. Maybe a pink babydoll-mmm…” She licked him. The point of her tongue slid slowly up the centre of his column in a long drag from base to tip. “Did you like seeing her like that? Flaunting her body for you in a naughty nighty, her ass and legs on full display, those lush tits peeking out, begging to be sucked. And what about her pussy, that tight, juicy little pussy? Did she taste good?”

Mouth dry and desire shivering through him, Richard couldn’t stop the words, “So-so goo-oohh!”

Lips stretched wide and checks hollowed, Alice took the head into her mouth and sucked him greedily. She took her time, going neither fast nor slow, but with all the determination of a woman who loved giving head and wasn't afraid to let the world know it.

In a dark corner of his brain, Richard knew he should be disgusted with himself. Alice thought they were playing. To her, this was just a game to spice up the mood. She had no way of knowing he had been balls deep inside their neighbour’s daughter last night. And to top it all off, instead of confessing his sin, he was letting her give him one hell of a blow job. But he couldn’t resist. It had been so long since he’d felt those luscious lips wrapped around his dick. And her eyes…

Fuck, Alice’s eyes were incredible. Deep and stormy, they seemed to shift between grey and blue depending on her mood, and he could stare into them for an eternity and never look away. There were times she had brought him to the brink of cumming with just a look.

It was at once too intense, yet not enough, and Richard had to fist the sheets against the urge to grab, claw, and drive her mouth all the way down on his cock. The lush heat of her mouth glided along his shaft, never taking more than an inch or two in. And so slow. Damnit, how can she be so slow…

“A-Alice…”

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