Suffering

There, now, when in a moment’s interlude at the dinner party, she caught John staring at her.

It was man, the strangest, the most wondrous and most delightful look that she had ever seen. John wanted her, but he worshipped her too. He worshipped her for her good looks, her fine and svelte body, and because of the easy, teasing manner that she had with men. This was what the pursuit of life was truly about. This was what fuelled a marriage. It wasn’t the pursuit of happiness, whatever that meant at any one time. It wasn’t either the pursuit of contentment. Contentment was but a word or two up the index list from complacency. No, what really fuelled life was excitement man. The excitement of making a man want you, but ensuring that he was never absolutely, never entirely, sure of you.

This happy realisation had come about as a result of an affair. She had been bored, irritable, frustrated with her career and Abraham had come along. Abraham was actually in his early fifties, thirty odd years older than she, but the man, in his dreadlocks, well, he looked like a smiling advert for Jamaica! They had met at a world music festival. She had stared mesmerised by the rhythmic sounds of the instruments on stage and he had just smiled at her man…yeah. That was all. Afterwards disturbed by the calm smile on the man’s face, she had gone to him. She wondered whether he was smoking something or whether he was a yogi or something. He seemed so calm, so relaxed. He touched her hand and she felt the roughness of his skin. The man had worked hard.

‘I was admiring you’ he told her quietly, ‘it neat to see such a natural and a beautiful woman.’

She had laughed. Glib line huh! That black fucker was old! Well, you know, old as a twenty year old sees things. So she had squeezed his hand and said thank you. Later though, hours on, at the bar she has seen him again. She watched his animated banter with brothers. She watched the very ease of the man and she went to him again. He bought her a drink and of course, he fucked her. He took her back to the Yurt that he had rented for the festival and took down her jeans. He peeled off her blouse, even though it snagged against her engagement ring. He felt between her legs to check that she was well and truly needing him and then he bent her down to suck his cock.

Alison had never sucked a cock before and she had certainly never sucked one like Abraham’s. Of course it was big and it was coarse in some way. It looked as though it had been in a fight somehow. The glans were big and heavy and they made his cock swing when he walked. Still, she took it deep into her mouth, stroking the underside of his shaft until it stiffened up good. She blinked up at him, wide eyed, cradling that cock on her tongue. She must have looked like a puppy to him you know?

‘You swallow Alison babe?’ he burred to her. His voice was so deep and rumbly sounding.

Alison didn’t know what to say! She hadn’t even taken a cock in her mouth before! But she feared it rude to shake her head, to deny the handsome dude his pleasure. She nodded, wondering how she gonna cope. Abraham stroked her cheek and started to pump. It wasn’t a jagging. It wasn’t rough, hell it was just an easy smooth ride. Alison felt that huge glans hit the back of her throat. She forced back the gag reflex. Her eyes rolled, her nostrils flaring as she fought for breath.

‘You got a pretty, pretty mouth’ he said and his cock started squirting. It started squirting all over the back of her mouth and she had to swallow if she was not to choke.

‘Let’s see little bitch’ he said softly after he had used her.

She opened her mouth dutifully, and her tongue was covered in soft white creamy semen. She just opened her mouth so that he could see.

‘Swallow it down, that a good girl’ he said and watched her doing as she was told.

Two days later, as the festival edged towards a close, Alison texted her husband. It was done lightly, her head spinning with sensations you know. ‘Going with a guy called Abraham. Just sex. He wants meet U.’ She had sent that half way through a great set on stage. Abraham stood behind her, watching her text, feeling her paps till her nipples stood proud.

‘There, sent!’ she said jauntily.

Of course John didn’t see things quite so laid back. His reply text was tetchy. She had responded, ‘Sex, it sex J, just relax.’ Abraham had grinned at her and then kissed her slowly, open mouthed. Just sex may be, but he knew that the little bitch wanted him. She wanted him and his cock bad. He could if he wished, take the little bitch off that man. May be, eh?

Three weeks later, Swindon and she and John picked Abraham at the railway station. She had warned John to be on his best behaviour. He was to accept that Abraham had fucked her and that this was a cool appetite matter. She had brought John’s mouth to her well fucked sex straight after the festival finished. He had demurred.  He had suffered some. There had been a stand off as only twenty year olds know how.

‘You will fucking lick it before you shag it’ she told him, her eyes flaming, ‘and I’m not showering the smell of him off me till you do!’

How long you reckon then huh!? What that you say, three days? Wow man, that’s a long time to hold a woman at night smelling of the buck who took her. May be 24 hours then? Nah! You have to laugh man, John was a licking up the semen soup from her nice little cunny within eight hours man. Eight aching hours, you know what I’m saying?!!! He licked nice. He licked her up clean, then they fucked like it was a reassurance that could never be completely given. Her fucked her grasping little quim knowing man that she could gift that sweet hole wherever and whenever she chose. A woman decides the fucking man, she decides.

Back at the station man, and Alison kissed the dude Abraham. She kissed him like she missed him so much. She missed him instinctively you know, like her sex was his cock cradle. There was always a warm snug place there for old Abraham. John man, that husband he just stared. The guy was old, he had dreadlocks and fucking huge lips man. He was like a Rasta or something and the guy kissed his wife that way! It gotta hurt, huh?  They drove home, John up front watching the traffic, Alison pointing out the pretty villages and feeling Abraham’s thumb glancing rhythmically against the inside of her thigh.

Back home Alison showed Abraham his bedroom for the weekend and he kissed her. John was stood on the landing OK. The dude was stood on the landing and listening man!

‘Our bedroom’ said Abraham and kissed her on those sweet young lips.

‘Our bedroom’ she conceded. There was a backward glance for sure, but she didn’t flinch any. She accepted how things would be down there. She accepted what HAD to be man and she knew that she would sort out your man John later. Man, that husband sulked! He sulked like a kid who had stood in the corner for a life time. Alison though, she just let him get on with it and come bed time up to Abraham’s bed she went like a good little bitch. John didn’t want to watch. He couldn’t watch.  His esteem man, it would have dropped through his boots. So he lay on the bed next door that night and listened to Alison a sucking and a fucking, just like she did when she was the Yurt maiden.

Morning came and Alison stepped into the master bedroom. She stood naked beside the bed man, her sex all matted with the thick and creams. ‘You ready to lick’ her look demanded. Fuck, you better believe it. He WAS ready to lick and he did it all dainty and nice. She watched him cleaning up the stringy mess from the night of love. It was real nice when his tongue dragged over her clitty. She liked that pretty sensation and then, when he was aching for a share himself, she went and showered.

Later that day, friend John watch Abraham get it on with the bitch. He knew the deal man like any cool older brother does. The husband he gotta learn that a bitch gonna take cock when she need it. She gonna go with the well hung, the attitude righteous and the confident ebony. She is black man’s meat and always ready to open her legs, her mouth her tight little ass. So John he sat on that sofa, and he watched the necking. He sat nice as pie when Abraham pushed cock up the bitch’s skirt and fed the tool up her cunny. Of course she squelched on that thing man. She squelched and moaned and gasped, like a bitch do when she being serviced.

John he was a rubbing his crotch. He was a rubbing that thing through the material of his pants. Alison was watching him, behaving all nice and polite and all. She must have been thinking, yes, you can’t promise yourself anything John. You can’t, it’s just the way that life is. Abraham filled her good. He filled her, holding her hips tight and bucking that fuck cream up her. She arched her back man, she closed her eyes and opened her mouth, panting the breathes whilst the seed sprayed home.

‘Needed that little bitch?’ demanded Abraham.

His bitch nodded.

You know something, when that dude dragged his cock out of her he did something amazing. He did two things man! First he took his wet and slimy organ and he proffered it to the dude husband for a suck. Not many husbands are trusted to respect that way so soon. Sometimes they go months before they’re brought to cock. I guess that John, he could have bit Abraham or something. Then though, the really great thing came through what that gentleman said,

‘You fucking well suck it man, you suck it or I’m going to take the little bitch off you for good. Girl that horny, that fine man, she always got a right to fuck around, specially with the black man.’

The man licked. No, hey, way more than that! He suckled that fucking prong of Abraham’s. He suckled it so nice, his tongue slurping under that handsome ebony shaft, easing out the rest of the squirts and then swallowing it down once as you please. The little bitch just watched that guy capitulating. She just watched him sucking up the creamies and a swallowing it all down.

‘Make him work for your love babe. Make him work for a lick. Fucking, eh, someone like him got to work their socks off when a woman look like you.’

Abraham smiled at her his festival way.