She’s An Insatiable Partner 25
“She’s a glutton for punishment, buddy. You wouldn’t believe it if I told you!”
Mike took a big gulp of his Fosters, which he clutched in his hands. He was parched. “Aah. “I really needed that.” A can of soda was crushed in his palm as he placed it back on the bar. After that, he turned to face his long-time companion and said, “Thirsty work, all that lovin’.” He flashed a smile.
Cameron was silent for a little moment before staring. “And you’re upset about it?” Mike, get off your high horse! A guy would have to be completely insane to complain about too much nookie! “You’re living the dream of every man.”
“I’m not wallowing in self-pity. “I’m just telling you.”
“Can you tell me what Jen is now working on?” A new Jackie Collins’ blockbuster, perhaps? Cameron snorted a little.
“That’s what she says. There’s no other explanation for why I’m hurled to the ground and set upon every time I go through that door.”
Mike reflected over the last four weeks with a contented smile on his face.
Because of the sex scenes in her first book, Jen has been having issues writing it ever since she graduated from writing short stories to writing her first novel. Writing anatomical impossibilities might be challenging at times. Moreover, after being made aware of this — by Mike himself – she has insisted on performing out all sequences.
He discovered her the first night he returned home from work.
It had been all go as she leaned carelessly against the dining room table, dressed just in a lacy crimson suspender belt and black stockings. The fact that Jen showed her pert little bottom to him while sauntering across the living room floor to the couch was enough to make Mike think he was going to burst before he had a chance to touch her was enough to make him believe it. With a knowing smile to his old friend, he grasped his crotch and drawled, “Gotta go, Cameron. ” “Your little lady is waiting.”
In the meanwhile, the jealous remarks of his companion were still echoing in his ears as he left.
Jen was tapping the toe of her sleek black boot with her index finger. She licked the inside of her lip. What happened to the man? Didn’t he seem to enjoy all of the attention? Besides, she had just completed writing a wonderfully sexy scenario for Mike, her fingers flying over the keyboard even as the lower half of her body changed and twitched in response to Mike’s squirming and shifting.
The scene came to life for her as she imagined the hero’s long, tanned fingers stroking her woman’s soft thighs, the wonderfully sinewy chest pressing against the woman’s small but perfectly rounded breasts, and the moist male lips seeking her heroine’s – she had imagined the scene for herself earlier when she couldn’t bear the discomfort any longer. Jen had shoved her chair back and dashed down the corridor.
And, contrary to her expectations, she was unable to locate Mike propped up in front of the television. It took her several minutes to go back to the computer and finish her writing despite her wriggling and squirming. If Mike didn’t show up soon, she’d burst out of her skin from the need she felt for release.
Of course, she had little trouble satisfying her own desires. However, in spite of having frequent and wonderful sex with her husband, she often locked herself in the bathroom with one of his girlie magazines.
The result was a rapid build-up of pressure throughout her body. Not that she had ever entertained the notion of being in a relationship with a woman. What she was able to see with the magazines clutched in her hand was a thick shaft diving into one of those inviting moist pussies, which she found quite exciting.
Even the thought of all of this sends tingling sensations through her.
She sipped from her glass of Chardonnay. Let it go, I’m going to go and fiddle with my fingernails!
Jen raced to the window as the automobile door slammed shut, spilling wine on her hand as she did so. She sipped on the lovely dribble of liquid that had dripped down her wrist.
“It’s about time,” she said as she placed her glass on the window ledge. What if the male didn’t realize she was on fire?
Mike didn’t want to come out as too enthusiastic. His belief was that it never hurt to keep people guessing, but even so, the door shot back out of his hands and bounced against the doorstop.
Evidently, he wasn’t the only one who was looking forward to a good old fuck.
Mike’s excitement was heightened as he became acutely aware of the quick swelling of his dick, tight pants that hugged his throbbing bulge.
Jen’s get-up was much better than the last time, he observed.
With a leisurely grin, he ran his glance over his curvaceous little wife, who he described as “quite inventive.” She was dressed in a pair of black jackboots, which were enough to send a guy into a state of pleasure on their own. A silver thong that didn’t hide anything and little red circles balanced on her nipples completed the look. In addition to a brilliant crimson grin.
“Je-sus!” If only she had begun her sexy writing career years ago, during all of those difficult years when things were tough. In those moments, their sexual encounters had become regular, and he’d been as bit as bored as Jen looked to be, but this time she had a voracious thirst for his pleasure. And he had that babe on his arm.
It is Jackie Collins who should be thanked.
“Can you tell me where the whip is?” Mike chuckled, eager to get out of his clothes and get on with his life as soon as possible.
Jen’s grin was a little shaky for a second. ‘I don’t use such rudimentary props in my situations, Mike,’ she chastised him.
Oh, that’s right. What do you think those boots are called? He, on the other hand, was not going to argue. He has many more important things on his mind right now.
The moment he got the opportunity to take his shirt off, Jen was bearing down on him. He shuddered as her feathery touch ran down his arms and into his torso.
Because she was short, she had to stand on her tiptoes to lay her lovely moist lips on his. As her tongue pushed firmly between his lips, he came dangerously close to bursting out of his trousers. Crikey! That’s not going to happen, buddy.
He wanted to bury himself within his wife’s beautiful snatch before he let free with his wild antics. As her tongue moved in and out of his lips, it became more impossible to wait in his presence. As Jen moved away, he took a deep breath and smelled a spicy mixture of cinnamon and fresh nutmeg, which he guessed was her leftovers from dinner that night.
With a sneer, she undid the last of his shirt buttons and put a fingertip on the fast pulse at the base of his neck. She threw him a flirty look, as if she were a temptress. Then she bowed her head and licked away the film of perspiration that had already formed on his face.
When she put her hot tiny hands over the nipples that were hidden in his chest hair, he tightened and shook once more. Whenever she pushed her fingers on the pebble-hard disks, he pulled back and begged that she would hurry up and get to the main course before he could catch his breath.
His wife came to a complete stop and put on a ferocious expression of intense concentration that was disconcertingly clinical. Mike roared and snatched her hand, guiding it down his body to the ground.
“Mike! You’re interfering with my ability to concentrate. “I’m in the middle of writing a book here.”
“It’s what I refer to as tormenting your hubby.” The moment he got sight of the twitching grin that emanated from her eyes, he snorted, “Hey – nothing too strange, mind!”
“Would I do anything like that to you, sweetie?” Jen sighed contentedly. “However, it has provided me with the most brilliant idea. All that remains is for us to act it out. “Try it out and see whether it works.”
Jen sank on her knees on the carpet and drew her husband along with her. Mike’s lips had a distinct flavor of ale, and it tingled on her tongue. As Mike laid out beside her, she grabbed hold of his zip and slipped it open, then yanked at his pants to make them loose. It came down slowly and sweetly, purring like a pleased cat.
When Jen removed his shorts and freed his erection, she whispered in hushed tones, “My, what a big boy you are.” She stole a cheeky kiss on the tip of his crotch and sprang to her feet as quickly as she could. “I’ll be back in a second.”
“Hey! Where exactly are you going? Return hither, you naughty little minx!” Mike pushed himself to his feet, his dick aching painfully.
He swayed his head as she swayed her pert little buttocks. He wanted to push her to the ground and grasp her by the back of the neck. “Jen!”
The kitchen was where Jen shouted out, “Patience, my darling.”
Mike was awakened by the sound of the refrigerator door opening. Is it true that she wasn’t going to receive anything to eat? Mike moaned and sank back onto the floor, unable to speak. What a perfect opportunity to sneak out and open the bloody fridge!
After hearing the clinking that signaled his wife’s return, he raised his eyes to the ceiling. What the heck was in the bowl, to begin with?
Jen smiled, as if he had spoken something out loud, and tipped the dish so he could have a look for himself.
“Ice? No, you don’t, you don’t. “I’m not going to let you put that thing on me.”
“Oh, don’t be such a downer on the celebration. I’m certain you’ll like it.
promise. Let’s see how you do with just one cube, you little yellow-bellied worm.”
Mike bit his lower lip to refrain from yelling as the dazzling cube came close to his genital area.
“Do you feel good?” Jen began sliding the ice up and down the length of his rod, round and round, starting with his feet and working her way up to the head and even his balls.
“Jes-us! “It’s freezing!” I exclaim. Mike shivered with fear.
“Well, it’s just a slab of ice, you obtuse cretin.”
Moreover, when she stroked and he felt the ice melting as a result of the body heat, his cock started to feel just fantastic! Rock-solid, inflexible. Skin on the verge of bursting. Wow! This is something completely different!
The abrupt blast of heat that enveloped him was so powerful after the cold that his behind sprung up off the floor in surprise and horror.
Jen’s hands holding him down were the only thing that kept his cock from plowing straight into her throat. He sat back and basked in the glow of pleasure. Allow her to massage the tight flesh with her warm tongue.
The ice had left moisture on the mouth, which the hot tongue licked at. Mike attempted to squeeze out a query about where she’d learned this new skill, but his delight outweighed his curiosity, and he couldn’t have cared less about the answer. Just as long as she kept lapping at him like a small pug puppy, bringing him to the verge of a climax, that was OK with him.
When her lips was no longer in his face, he opened one eye. “Don’t… don’t stop now, sweetie,” the narrator says. Jen flashed a cheeky smile.
He learned the reason for this seconds later.
His cock was wrapped in a frozen sheath thanks to two handfuls of ice. As Mike attempted to wiggle away from the bite on his flesh, his orgasm was unintentionally triggered, and he ended up having a good time nevertheless. Christ! He couldn’t keep his mouth shut.
He exploded with the force of a modern-day Krakatoa.
“Right on!” Jen said, striking the air with her fist.
In the meanwhile, Mike continued to gush with the same panache as a Tivoli.
fountain, Jen slumped back in her heels, her mouth open in amazement. It was virtually inconceivable to comprehend that such a large amount of the substance could be found in one person. With each spurt, the aroma of sex became stronger and stronger; it was a powerful pull, and she couldn’t wait.
As soon as Mike’s rod started to deflate, Jen chirped, “It’s my time now.”
Mike’s breathing became more even. “I’m so drained, sweetheart.”
Jen sulked a little.
Mike defended himself by maintaining a steady breathing pattern throughout the argument. “I’d do it if I could, but I’m not able to.” You know how much I believe in equal orgasms. But, c’mon, sweetie, it’s a mess. What exactly are you attempting to accomplish? “Can you kill a man?”
Jen walked away from him with grace and detachment, refusing to take him seriously. When she cast a quick peek over her shoulder, she flashed a sly grin at him. After that, she knelt down and put her hands on the floor, providing her guy with a spectacular view of her fat lips protecting her slit. She made a wriggling motion with her bottom. And if it doesn’t give you a thrill, I’ll take my hat off to you!
Jen knew she had him when she heard Mike take a short intake of breath and strolled back over to join him, a grin on her face. She was not going to miss out on anything tonight. It was on fire in her small treasure box, and she needed Mike’s hose to put it out quickly. Of course, this was long after he had practiced fire drill. It was her responsibility to notify him when she was ready to be doused.
Jen wanted Mike to be passive, to play out situations all the time.
It was an unqualified triumph with this final one. And she deserved to be pampered right now.
She straddled his waist and slipped her thong aside, allowing her pussy to come into contact with his skin, and was rewarded with another quick intake of air from him.
“I’ll have you ready to leave in no time,” says the instructor.
It was when she was wriggling about on top of him that she saw the once-forlorn penis begin to rise. Slowly. However, it was making progress. She shimmied higher and higher, till she was straddling his jawline.
Knowing what was about to happen, Mike put out his tongue and started to lick along the moisture of her slit with his teeth. After the pain of his teeth, she was soothed by the soothing smoothness of his tongue, which followed. Jen shifted her weight to put additional pressure on her clitoral region, resulting in a loud moan.
His tongue flicked, at first softly, then hard and quick, like a whip. She was bathed in a warm glow, almost at the summit, and although one part of her wished for immediate relief, another half wished for it to continue for as long as she could.
In the end, her arousal was too explosive to hold; waves of pleasure fanned and accumulated as quickly as storm clouds, and she relished tingling sensations that shook through her, overwhelming any sense of rationality and rational thought.
Despite the fact that she was sitting back on Mike’s tummy, his hand furiously rode across her hip and to the top of the leather boot.
It was tucked between her thighs. In response to her pleadings for pleasure, his fingers gently caressed the wet folds of her sex, until he skillfully concentrated on the firm pleasure bud at her core.
“Oh! Oh, absolutely! Harder! “Please don’t… don’t stop,” I say.
“Crikey, sweetie. You’re a jerk.” I was wondering where you got those cute little get-ups you wear.” As he stroked her clitoral region, Mike panted.
They were, in some ways, considerably more seductive than having her entirely nude on the floor.
During the process of peeling away the little red label with his free hand, the residue of gum tugged at her breast, straining it and provoking her even more anger.
The heroine exclaimed, “My hero would then lick up the tiny stickiness from my heroine’s rose-petal —” “Mike! What exactly are you up to? It seems like you are deviating from my script!”
Ignoring her, I went on my way.
Using his thumb, Mike removed the red dot off the other nipple and took it into his mouth with the other. Despite her grunts, her hands reached for his hair, pulling and tugging frantically as they searched for the answer, her excitement increasing by the second. He smelled like beer and salt, with a hint of smokiness, as his knee crushed on hers and she started to scream.
to mount him and ride him Her small shaft was perfectly stimulated as she pressed up against his knee with just the proper amount of pressure.
Then the jerk burst out laughing.
“Hey, Jen. How are you? Remember the first time you had your characters go on a romp with each other? That description you wrote about the lady standing on one leg while wrapping the other around the guy’s neck? Did you write that? “This is quite an accomplishment!” He squealed with delight, tossing her to the side as she belted him across the back of the neck.
She had a recollection.
She hadn’t taken the previous critique very well, however, and had scurried off to her study as soon as it had been delivered. It was at that point that he called after her, proposing that they might act out her roles together. For the sake of ensuring that they were doable and maybe improving the situation, As well as lifting her by the waist and demanding she split her legs before ramming his cock deep, he had also crept up behind her and attacked her. God! Was it some kind of turn-on, or what?
She’d show up very quickly after that.
Due to the fact that they were both very excited, they climaxed within seconds of one another. Following that, they would often practice a scenario.
Jen straddled him, pressing her moist sex against his, completely cutting off his enjoyment as a result of the remembrance of that exquisite fuck that spurred her on. Her breasts brushed over his chest as she raised herself for a split second before plunging down the shaft into his waiting arms. When he finished filling her, she started to go gently up and down the stairs.
With long, sweet strokes of bliss, she was only aware of her surroundings and the feelings shimmying through her.
When Mike flexed internally and raised his hips to reconnect fully with her, she started to ride him once more, banging down on him and feeling the spread of her swollen labia at the base of his cock. She was having a great time.
Soon, Mike’s fingers sank into her hips, and he pulled her up, only to plunge her down, spreading her dilated love lips with his rod, again and over until she was unconscious.
The aroma of sex wafted through the air, and their combined breath was labored and strained.
“Come with me,” Jen said abruptly, bringing her to a halt.
Mike let out a grunt. He didn’t want to stop and tried to tell her as much as he could with hard thrusts into that exquisite entrance that was so hot and wet that he didn’t want to leave it again. “I’ll play your clit,” he said, the pad of his thumb homing in on the clit’s location.
“You’ll have no desire to vanish after that.”
When Jen yanked him off of her, he let out a loud curse.
“What do we do now? “You certainly know how to choose your times,” he said sarcastically.
Her response was to take his hand in hers. “Get up,” she demanded, and Mike found himself doing so before letting her to take him through the room and out the back door. “Get up,” she ordered, and Mike found himself doing so.
“Hey, you’re not thinking of doing it out here, are you?” he says. Mike raised his eyes to the bright illumination emanating from the front room of his next-door neighbor. With one hand, he held his jewelry in place.
“I am, in fact, a scaredy-cat.” She laughed as she realized she had caught Mike’s line of view. “We figured it would be fun to give old Jack a thrill.”
“I’d rather give him a heart attack than anything else. ‘Are you prepared to take a chance on that?’
After a little yelp as her bottom made contact with the moist ground, she relaxed back with her legs apart, encouraging him to come near her.
Mike took one look at the old man’s window, which was completely open, and decided what the heck was going on. Perhaps Jen was correct.
Perhaps this will brighten Jack’s day. Or, to put it another way, the night.
When Mike positioned himself on top of her, she elevated her legs to allow for greater entry. And then he sighed.
After being impaled, she took a time to relax with the stem of his magic stick flat against her entrance. His pubic bone rubbed on hers, causing her clitoris to contract. Jen reveled in the fullness of an engorged cock within her, accompanied by a few wonderful squirms. She adored the pit stop.
the beginning of a love relationship Reaching the pinnacle of bliss before crashing down to the surface of the planet. Because of this, her orgasm was 10 times more powerful. The scents of the evening curled deliciously in the atmosphere. The crickets were humming wildly. Jen burst out laughing. It’s possible that they were shagging as well!
It was Mike’s gentle caressing of her delicate flesh behind her ear, taking little nips while she muttered delightfully, that she cherished.
The night-scented magnolia swayed gently in the gentle air that brushed over her skin. What could be more romantic than sharing a passionate kiss under the stars with the guy of her dreams? She exhaled a breath of relief and was up on her feet again. Lifting her body, she performed thrusts in time with her darling man’s every move.
Jen’s satiny sheath had a firm grasp on him. Mike groaned every time he smashed his fists into her, which was exactly what she liked.
The movement of his breath caused wisps of her hair to flutter. He was brimming with affection for this wonderful creature who delighted him more than any other person he could think of at that moment. Something prompted him to raise his head. One of the dark individuals, rutting in the sliver of moonlight, was watched over by a white face. Jen was absolutely correct!
This was a harrowingly thrilling experience! He slammed his fist into her.
He went over and over the same routine, determined to provide a fantastic performance, exactly as his little lady had requested.
At some point during this, Mike joined forces with his buddy, resulting in Jen’s perky buttocks being on show for the man next door. The plump folds of her sex lips are hard to see in this light, which is a shame since old Jack would be able to see them. That was a scene that sent my heart rate soaring through the roof.
Mike felt himself start to blow as soon as he had that idea.
Jen’s sex squeezed his genital area.
As they both succumbed into spasms of ecstasy that rocked their bodies, the cries of mutual desire rose to a crescendo around them, filling the room.
Mike stumbled into the Old Cock and Young Bull a few weeks later, unable to speak. He frowned and said, “Old cock is correct.” Week after week of mind-blowing sex had left Mike very exhausted, and he staggered into the bar to meet up with his closest friend, who was also exhausted.
Cameron welcomed him with a sultry smile. “Can you have too much of a good thing, mate?” “It is the lady who is intended to wind up bow-legged,” says the author.
“I want it, but I don’t want it,” Mike confessed to Cameron as he waited for his pint to be retrieved.
“You’re starting to sound like a lady now. “You can’t seem to make up your mind.”
Mike sipped his drink and exhaled a contented sigh after finishing.
“The good news is that I’ve received a reprieve. I’ll be out of town for the next week on the Smithson project. The best part is that Jen has completed the book. I can assure you that you will have some early nights ahead of you.
“I’m talking about snooze-land,” I explain.
Cameron burst out laughing. It’s unlikely that many men would complain about getting jumped on every night. I’ve resorted to pleading with my better half in order to get ahead. She may just as well put it in a safety deposit box a hundred miles away and forget about it. The location is equally tough to get to.”
Mike was feeling envious of Cameron just now. “I had a bad back injury a week ago. It happened in the midst of a rousing shag.
I believe the elderly gentleman next door has been given a new lease of life.
“I guess there’s one positive thing that came out of it.” Mike went on to describe how he and his friends ended up on the lawn after numerous romps.
Right beneath Jack’s nose, to be precise. We can only thank our lucky stars that the book is on its way out the door.
“Wise old Jen!” says someone. David Cameron expressed his envy for the conjured up idea of sex under the stars with a willing lover in his words. One who is also endowed with a strong appetite, to top it off.
“I wasn’t expecting Jen to remain with it as a writer. As a result, the book has been sent to the publishers. Is she going to hold off till she hears back? Or is she just getting started?
another?” Slurping a drink off the top of his third beer of the night, Cameron chuckled.
“Yeah. But at the at least, I’ll be able to take a little break.
Her research is sufficient to see her through several manuscripts, I believe.” Mike was hit with a shard of insecurity. “Knowing Jen, on the other hand…”
“Can you tell me what it’s going to be this time?”
“She’s writing a novel about a lady who seduces the closest friend of her husband.”
Into his drink, Cameron spluttered, sending frothy drops splattering over the polished mahogany bar.
