The screams of unearthly pain could be heard for miles.
The Other Man
The slow steady drumming of the rain outside the door was drowning out the moans inside. Looking in through an open window, all that Dave saw was a fire, two half full glasses of champagne, a silver bowl of strawberries and another bowl of cream. That simple tranquility would have been broken by a whimpering cry of deepened ecstasy ringing from the room if Dave could have heard it. Clothes were strewn across the furniture. A wet dress, red brasserie, and a pair of trousers lay on the floor along with a striped button up shirt. Dave pushed his face against the window, his breath fogging the glass as he tried to see what was happening.
He believed his wife Tami was cheating on him. She had become more distant, more secretive. What he saw here would be his proof. He brought a camera to take pictures, then he would tell her their marriage was OVER. The cold rain drenched his trench coat and Seattle Mariners baseball hat. Still, he stood in the mud determined to find out…tonight. He crept in the shadows along the wall of the house to the next window. There, he stared through the camera into the dimly lit room and saw something moving. Through the lens he saw a woman’s head moving up and down.
Dear Lord, it’s Tami!!!!!!
He could barely see her face but it was definitely Tami. In horror, he watched his wife as she held onto another man’s penis, giving him a blowjob like the ones only hookers give. A tear came to his eye as he saw Tami throw her head back. A bead of drool trickled along the corner of her mouth and she smiled wickedly. She still held fast to his enormous hard cock glistening with her spit.
Tami’s flowing black hair hung across her face as she leaned forward to take the head into her mouth. Her tongue circled the tip moving farther and farther down the shaft. She seemed to moan and abruptly pulled up and stood before her lover. Dave saw she was wearing his favorite thong, the white one with a frilly lace waistband, and no bra.
Tami cut the thong waistband with a pair of scissors and tossed them aside, as her lover sat in front of her with an incredible hard-on. There was wickedness to her tonight, a side Dave had not seen in quite a while—a kind of dirty, naughty, frisky, “let’s fuck” attitude. As she straddled her lover in the chair (Dave’s favorite chair for football), she reached down and grabbed his cock in her palm and guided the hardness into her opening. The cock twinged and flinched in her hand, as she first just spread her labia with its tip then drew the swollen head into her. As if possessed she slid down the length of it, and screamed in pleasure so ecstatic Dave could almost feel the scream vibrate through him.
Strangely, Dave was aroused seeing his wife fucking another guy. He watched as she grasped her lover’s wrists and showed him how she wante
d her breasts touched. Her nipples taut from excitement, she moved his fingers against them. Dave remembered touching Tami like that and he was overcome by the fear of losing her to this man.
When she reached her limit, she firmly pinned her lover’s hands against the back of the chair and slammed against his torso making his head jerk forward from the sheer force. She seemed almost desperate as she reached down and frantically rubbed her clit while she fucked her lover. Dave could see that her fingertips were wet from touching the entrance to her desire. She took her fingertip and rubbed the juices from her sex along the lips of his mouth, dipping a finger into her pussy and touching his lips again. She then kissed his mouth and her hair fell forward, covering their faces. Her chest had sweat on it from her non-stop rhythm of their sex. She slammed her pussy frantically onto his hard cock. She rode his cock with abandon.
Her mouth opened wide and her eyes strained to stay open as she shivered. She was so close. With an abrupt thrust that buried her lover’s cock to the hilt, she looked up to the sky tears flowing from her eyes and she collapsed and shook in a deep orgasmic climax that seemed to last forever. She flipped her hair to stare into her lover’s eyes. Her face was blank, though her body still jumped from the spastic contractions on his still rock-hard cock inside her.
In a jealous rage Dave broke in the door and rushed into the living room. Tami grabbed a blanket to cover herself. Dave was crying as he pointed the gun at her. How could she do this to him after everything they’ve been through?
He couldn’t do it. He screamed at the stranger to stand up. But he remained motionless. Dave was a volcano of emotional pain. He then erupted and shot the lover in the back of the head three times. Tami screamed as the plastic scattered out across the floor and into the fire which hissed and spit, then settled again. The quiet was deafening. Shock took over both of them and a hissing noise echoed through the room.
Dave stood there dripping wet from the rain, crying, thinking he had killed a man out of sheer jealousy.
In fact, he’d murdered…a mannequin.
Seems Tami had been secretive lately because she was feeling unfulfilled. Her friend Joan had purchased her a “boytoy”. It was a life-size rubber doll with attachable anatomy in various sizes. She had picked a large (Dave was definitely a medium). The jumbo looked like it was for elephants.
She told him how being alone a lot had made her search for alternatives and she couldn’t bring herself to cheat on him. So this was the next best thing. Her biggest problem was that she had fallen in love with the boytoy, or “MEAT” as she lovingly called him. He was always there when she needed him. Stamina had never been a problem and the premature ejaculation problem was never there. He never complained about her housecleaning. Never nudged her in the ribs with morning breath, wanting sex. Didn’t eat everything in the refrigerator and didn’t like sports. He actually listened when she talked. Never told her to lose weight. He made love on demand and always satisfied her and her friends when they stayed the night. He didn’t get jealous. Didn’t fart in public and blame her. Let her go out with her friends. He even cuddled with her as long as she wanted after sex. His only joy was being there for her.
He was the perfect male.
The Long Nights, Part 2
The night was long and Melissa didn’t sleep very well with the visions of the stranger and the Asian woman rushing through her head. Her body still ached for the touch of a man because it had been a while. The opportunity had arisen but the men she attracted were after one thing. She was attractive and a very sensuous woman but her career and time weren’t on her side. After college she rushed into the proverbial rat race and became another rat.
Melissa awoke to the numbing buzz from the alarm clock at 5:30. Blinking her eyes rapidly, she stumbled to the bathroom hitting the nightstand with her foot. The shower water covered her in warmth. She relaxed and closed her eyes. She rubbed the washrag along the slick curves of her sore muscles and smooth skin. The water caressed her flesh. Her hands wandered on her body and as she closed her eyes she saw her strangers again. Not wanting to scare the visions away, she kept her eyes shut tight and envisioned the man in the shower with her.
A sudden warmth filled her as she rubbed the washcloth along her pubic bone and the frill glanced off her pussy. She clenched her eyes tight, grasping her breasts, but in her mind it was the stranger that grabbed them. The taut nipples flashed shock waves straight to her clitoris as the water streamed on them and trickled off the erect tips. Her body was on fire and the wetness of the shower couldn’t stop the burn.
A deep moan echoed in the small glass shower as the stranger’s tongue rubbed against her clit and Melissa leaned against the ceramic tiled wall. The surface was slick and smooth against her face as the rough wetness dug into her pussy. Leaning over to give the tonguing freer access, she felt the water trickle along the cheeks of her ass.
She breathlessly envisioned the stranger’s long hard shaft penetrating her opening. Sliding two fingers into her pussy, she pressed her breasts against the wall while reaching her other arm up over her head. The wet, smoothness of the wall made her feel as if she were being pushed against it as the stranger drove into her from behind. There was a slow drumming spatter of water as it slid down her back and fell from her hand as it pushed her finger ever so deeply into her convulsing hole. Her desire was taking over and she became flustered, forgetting where she was. Moaning loudly, she almost cried from the sheer pleasure of these fantasies of her heart.
She moved her other hand up to her breasts and pulled hard at her nipples, making them ache. As her climax approached Melissa found she was unable to hold herself up. She turned and faced the showerhead. Her mouth filled with water and she gasped.
Grabbing the showerhead off the hook she sat in the shower and pressed the force of the water against her pussy. Vigorously she rubbed her clit as the water washed the flesh of her pussy. When she came, she slammed her back against the wall. She sat motionless and weak, while water gushed along her thigh, washing her clean.
The morning flashed by and at work Melissa was a little more relaxed than usual. Stretching her sore muscles, she walked home. As she strolled up to the stairs to her apartment, she saw the stranger and Asian woman approaching their complex across the way. They walked up to the set of mailboxes right outside the door and stopped to talk to someone on the walkway steps. Melissa saw the Asian woman open the bottom right mailbox and check her mail. Then the couple went inside.
Being curious, Melissa walked across the street and looked at the mailbox the woman had opened. “Tony and Kayla” she read off the mailbox. So that’s who they are, she thought finally putting a name to the images in her head.
The next few nights flew by and every night Melissa would check the window to see if they were there. Thursday on her way home from work, she passed a pawnshop and saw a pair of binoculars in the window for fifty bucks. An evil grin crossed her face and she stepped in. A few minutes later after a little bartering she had the binoculars and 40 dollars less money. Now she could see Tony and Kayla up closer and more personal.