34 - He Knows His Place, Part Three #2
They couldn’t wait for the front door to be closed before Lillian was already pulling Ron’s shirt off him. They kissed deeply and passionately. Without breaking the kiss, they made their way clumsily to the bedroom upstairs.
Ron pushed her down onto the bed, and she watched as he unbuckled his belt. Lillian lifted her arms above her head and put her wrists together. He looped the belt around her wrists and tied the end to the headboard of the bed.
“Ooh, someone’s feeling feisty, huh?” Lillian said salaciously.
Ron grinned. Her breasts looked so beautiful when she laid down.
The force of gravity made them slant slightly towards the ground, but with her arms above her head, they lifted up towards her shoulders slightly.
He stood there for a second, admiring every little detail about her.
The curve of her mound, her little beauty spots that ran down her breasts.
“I fuckin’ love you so much,” Ron said as he got on top of her.
The only thing preventing his cock from touching her pussy was the thin fabric of his boxers. He leaned down and kissed each of her breasts, then one at a time, he took her nipples in his mouth. He moved downward, kissing and nibbling the skin of her breasts and leaving a trail of red marks.
“Mmm, yeah, you know I love you too,” she said, “Oh god, and you know I love it when you do that.”
He slowly kissed his way down her pale body, leaving a path of goosebumps behind.
She was very sensitive to the touch today.
He liked that. He planted little kisses around her hip bones just how she liked.
He knew it was the most ticklish spot on her entire body.
In the right moments, though, the ticklishness would turn to pleasure.
One of the things he learned about her in the months where they experimented was that she had a tickling fetish. She derived sexual pleasure from being tickled. He didn’t do it often, but she loved it when he did. He hovered around her mound, making her wait for her true pleasure.
He was going to drag it on as long as possible, so he planted small kisses on her inner thighs. Her soft moans turned Ron on even more. Without any words, her body was begging him to touch her in all the right places, begging him to let her orgasm.
He reached her mound and licked her slit up and down, savoring the taste of her juices.
He loved eating her out, and he loved giving her pleasure.
Nothing made him harder than when he heard her moans, caused by him or another man.
He flattened his tongue and licked upward over her clit, then sucked her into his mouth and flicked at her clit with his tongue, using his pursed lips to apply pressure around it.
Lillian responded with a different kind of moan—high pitched and giddy.
“That feels so fuckin’ good. Oh, my god,” Lillian moaned.
“You know I pay attention to what your little fuck toys do to you. I have learned a thing or two from them. You remember how useless I used to be when it came to pleasing you?”
“Yeah, your cock is above average, but you didn’t even know how to use it to please me,” Lillian whispered.
She knew he loved it when she degraded him.
It was one of the integral parts of cuckolding her husband.
She would make fun of him and his skills in bed, and he would try to prove himself by fucking her harder and better than before.
After the first few times she cucked him, she couldn’t believe their lovemaking could improve anymore.
It was so good, but he kept proving her wrong.
They were enjoying each other more and more every day, even better after she cucked him.
He loved his little hotwife. Instead of losing interest in each other like most people in marriages, they were falling more and more in love with each other every day.
They learned how to not be selfish when they needed each other, and when it was necessary to be selfish. When to take and when to give. They knew each other like the back of their hands. Lillian knew exactly how to cheer him up, and how to make him beg for her.
Ron placed his middle and ring fingers near her mouth, and she responded adequately by pretending they were a cock.
She placed them in her mouth, licking up and down, and sucking on them.
Ron let out a little grunt. His wife was such a fuckin’ tease.
He pulled his fingers out of her mouth, and a string of saliva followed and fell down onto her bare breasts.
He brought his hand down to her slit, palm side up, and slowly inserted his two lubricated fingers inside her.
She let out a soft moan as his fingers glided effortlessly into her, and he responded by licking her clit again.
Up, down, up, down, left and right. He kept his pace consistent with the pace of his fingers, sliding in and out of her.
With each lick of her clit, he felt her walls clench and relax around his fingers.
Lillian was letting out soft little purrs. Her husband was so skilled at the art of orgasms, and she felt herself already getting close to the edge.
“Oh, God, yes! Don’t stop. I’m gonna cum,” Lillian said.
“Come for me, my Lily, yes, mmm,” Ron whispered.
Lillian arched her back and pulled on her restraints. She was close. So fuckin’ close.
She let out a loud moan as her eyes rolled back in her head.
Ron slid his fingers in and out of her at a faster rate.
Instead of using his mouth, he used his free hand to rub her clit and bring her to orgasm.
With one last thrust, he felt his hand getting completely soaked.
Liquid squirted all over his thighs and the surrounding area on the bed.
Her breathing started slowing down, and she let out a satisfied sigh.
“Jesus fuckin Christ, Ron,” Lillian said.
Ron let out an excited little chuckle. He felt accomplished beyond words.
Lillian had only learned how to squirt when she first started doing her porn.
Before that, she never even knew it was possible for her.
It happened for the first time during a live stream.
She was thrusting in and out of herself with a curved g-spot stimulating dildo and with a vibrator on her clit.
She was doing a stream in the bathroom, luckily, so the cleanup was easy.
It didn’t happen many times soon after that but, over the next few months, it kept happening over and over.
She realized she wouldn’t have to do it ‘accidentally’ anymore.
She watched a few videos and read a few articles.
In the past, she realized that, whenever she tried to do it, she just wasn’t doing it right.
She had to be really rough and tough with herself if she wanted her to squirt. It wasn’t easy, but it was simple:
While stimulating the clit, she’d finger herself with two fingers slightly curved upwards and with force, simulating a come-hither type of movement.
If she wanted to come even faster, she’d use the entire strength of her arm as well, bringing it up and down while massaging the inside of her walls with her fingers.
“I hadn’t seen you squirt like that, since, well, you know when,” Ron said while loosening her bounds.
“You mean since I did porn? Speaking of which…” Lillian started.
“Yes? Why’s your face doing that weird thing? You have something to tell me?” Ron said.
“I did it again recently. I love our marriage, our openness, and honesty, so I didn’t want to keep it from you anymore.”
“Wait? When? And why?”
“I was worried about what would happen if old Johnny boy didn’t say yes to lending you money. It was just something I needed to do for my own sanity.”
“Well, I’m not mad, if that’s what you were worried about.
I had my suspicions. I heard you whispering in there some nights.
My two thoughts were that you were either talking to one of your boyfriends or you were doing porn again.
I didn’t want to intrude, though. I knew you were going to tell me about it eventually.
We all know you are terrible at keeping secrets. ”
Ron nudged her with his elbow. He was teasing her. She had to be the worst liar he had ever met. Her body language was a giveaway. Her eyes would shift to the left. She would scratch her head, then twirl her hair in her right hand. Her weight would shift to just one leg.
“Don’t feel bad. ” Ron continued, “But you shouldn’t have felt like it was necessary.
It was my fuckup, and I needed to fix it on my own terms. Next time, speak to me.
Besides, I don’t want you feeling bad about yourself again.
Also, things are working out exactly the way I wanted with Jonathan.
You’ll just have to wait and see. The ball will be rolling in a few hours. ”
***
Jonathan paced up and down the bedroom. He thought of a million different ways he could speak to Ron about what he had seen happening.
He wanted to know what was going on. What kind of person watches his wife fuck a black man?
Maybe it wasn’t actually Ron; it was someone else.
But that would be even more fucked up. He gripped his cellphone tighter than he realized as he paced up and down.
This was going to be a difficult thing to talk about, but it needed to be done.
If Ron were in Jonathan’s situation, he would do the same.
Mia wasn’t home. She had gone shopping, so he decided to call Ron while she was out. He didn’t want Mia walking in on him and accidentally hearing something she wasn’t mean to hear. After all, Jonathan was up to some weird shit too.
Oh Jesus, he thought to himself. I still haven’t told her about the loan. I’m in some deep shit if anyone tells her anything.
He pressed the contact, named Mr. Big Dick, an inside joke of theirs. It rang three times before Ron picked up.
“Hello, Jon. Whats up, my buddy?” Ron answered.
“I uh, I want to talk to you about something. I met up with Lillian yesterday and…” Jonathan trailed off.