A Pleasant Sort of Torture, Part 14


It was all I could do to make it home without falling asleep behind the wheel. Playing with Susan had been a blast, but I hadn’t stayed out that late in years. I just wanted to get home and crawl into bed. At least I didn’t have to get up early in the morning.

I parked the car out front because I didn’t want the garage door to wake the kids. I went in through the front door and went to the kitchen. I poured a large glass of water from the pitcher inside the refrigerator and drank it quickly. From what I could see in the light shed by the open refrigerator door, the house was clean and nothing was broken. I had expected nothing less, but it was still nice to see.

I closed the door, put the glass in the sink, and headed up to bed. I stopped outside the guestroom door. Rose was on the other side and my fingers itched to open that door. I was in no shape to do anything, and it felt a little creepy wanting to go in there and look at her, but it was an urge that I was struggling to fight off. Ultimately the exhaustion won out, so I bypassed her room and went into mine.

I stripped out of my clothes and called under the covers. Thoughts of sleeping in were nice, but it was unlikely the boys would let that happen. Iwanted to take them somewhere once i got up. Maybe the zoo or something like that. Yeah, the zoo would be fun. With that decided, I rolled over and fell asleep.

I wasn’t sure what time it was when I awoke, but it must have been early because the first rays of sunlight barely touched my windows. What the hell? I shifted my position so that I faced away from the window and found myself looking at Rose. She was in the bed with me, far enough away that my movement did not put me against her, but close enough that I could reach out and touch her.

“You stink,” she said.

“Good morning to you too,” I mumbled. I was still half asleep and not ready for insults quite yet.

“Seriously, you couldn’t at least take a shower after banging a stripper?” Rose wrinkled her nose and said, “Your dick is going to fall off if you don’t take better care of it.”

“Shut up.” I grabbed a pillow and hit her with it. She hit me back a couple of times before I grabbed it away and tossed it off the bed. “It wasn’t a stripper.” I paused for a second. I wasn’t sure why it mattered, but I didn’t want her to think I was fucking a stripper while she was with the boys. “I ran into an old friend after the meeting.”

Rose propped herself up on one elbow and looked at me. I tried to keep my eyes locked on hers, but one of her tits was exposed by the move and it left me completely distracted. She puckered her lips as if she had just eaten something bitter, but then said, “I almost believe you. I don’t suppose it really matters. It’s too bad you didn’t come home earlier though.”

“Why’s that?” I asked.

“After the kids were in bed you rented a porno on pay-per-view. I masturbated on your couch through the whole thing.” Rose traced a line around her exposed nipple with a finger. “I lost track of how many orgasms I had, but I still could have left you screaming.”

I laughed. “No doubt,” I said. I reached out and traced the same circle she had just abandoned. “You know the boys won’t be up for a little while still.”

She slapped away my hand. “No dice, boss man. Your not getting any of this until the sex funk has been washed away.”

“You could help me with that,” I said. “My shower is big enough for two.”

“Sorry, but I don’t clean up someone else’s stank.” Rose pinched her nipple and rolled it between her fingers. “It really is too bad. By the time you finish getting cleaned up the boys will be awake, and it just would not do to have them find me in here.”

I wanted to punch the wall and yell in frustration, but more than that I wanted to fuck her senseless. I knew she wanted it too, and that her denying me was all bout reasserting control. If I made a grab for her, begged her, or showed any sign of needing her, I would lose all the ground I had gained the day before. What I needed was a plan to keep the momentum rolling in my favor.

“Yeah, that would be bad,” I said. “I’d like to make it up to you though. Why don’t you come to the zoo with the boys and I this morning. It’ll be fun and the day will be on me.”

“I haven’t been to the zoo in years,” she said. “That might be fun.” She squinted a little before she continued. “But, that doesn’t sound like you’d be making up for last night or this morning.”

“We’ll see about making up for last night tonight, if you’re interested, and I’ll make up for this morning before I get into the shower.”

“And how do you plan on doing that, make me breakfast?”


I smiled and said, “No, but there will be some eating involved.” I pulled down the blanket and sheets so quickly that Rose didn’t have time to grab them. I grabbed her by the ankles and spun her around before opening her legs. Her pussy was devoid of hair and I waisted no time lowering my mouth onto it. I don’t know if she protested beyond the initial yelp of surprise, but as soon as my tongue parted the lips of her pussy her hands were in my hair and she was moaning loudly.

I slipped my tongue into her cunt and fucked her with it until she was wet enough that I was sure I could have rammed my dick inside her with little effort, but instead of doing that, I shifted so that my tongue went to her clit and I slid a finger into her pussy.

Rose moaned and bucked against my finger and mouth as I focused all of my efforts toward making that girl cum as hard as she ever had. I was tempted to back off and draw out the pleasure, but the way she pulled my hair said that would not be necessary. I kept up the oral manipulation through one orgasm and pushed for a second. Every time my tongue flicked across her clit Rose’s body jumped. Her pelvis shook and her grip on my head was unbreakable, and the moment I pushed her back over the edge her thighs clamped down on my head and her scream pierced the early morning quiet of my house.

I rammed my tongue into her cunt and lapped up the cum that flowed freely. It took a minute or two for Rose to relax enough for her to to release my head from her grip. I pulled up and wiped her cum from my face just in time to throw the blankets back over Rose’s naked form before a knock came at the bedroom door.

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