36 - He Knows His Place, Part Five #2
“Come here, Johnny, come sit with me,” Lillian said flirtatiously.
Jonathan immediately became anxious and stood up like a bolt. The little bottles of liquor that were on his lap fell to the floor, but luckily the floor was carpeted, so they didn’t shatter.
“Oh, shit! Fuck…sorry.” Jonathan fell to his knees and fumbled with the little bottles, trying to pick them up off the ground.
Lillian chuckled at how nervous he was. It was great to subject a man to such nervousness. Johnny didn’t appear to even know how to function as a human being anymore.
“Don’t worry about it. By the way, I like how you look on your knees. Just come here, now,” Lillian said.
Jonathan got up quickly and sat next to her on the bed. His mind raced; he couldn’t stop thinking about what she would try to accomplish with him. Was she going to fuck him?
She forced him down onto his back and got on top of him, putting her full weight onto his crotch. He let out a surprised moan, and his eyes widened. His wishes would become a reality. Evidently, she planned to fuck him.
She moved her hips up and down the length of the imprint his cock made through his jeans. She felt how he was hard and ready. Jonathan could feel how wet she was, either of her own juices or because of Marc’s, and he felt the heat of it too.
She continued rocking her hips back and forth, keeping eye contact and not saying a word.
It felt incredible. She was simply dry-humping him.
Or in her case, wet-humping him; wet from Marc’s load.
How could it feel so Goddamn good? It was because he had been watching and wanting her for around an hour to an hour-and-a-half.
The woman he had wanted for years, the woman he had to watch being ravished by someone else, was now on top of him—stimulating his cock. His dreams were finally coming true.
He placed his hands on her hips and grabbed onto them hard, trying to get her to rub against him even harder. She slapped both his hands away, and they fell back down onto the bed, only for her to grip his hands and pin them above his head. She brought her face close to his.
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Lillian’s long hair formed a curtain around both their faces, as she looked down at Jonathan.
It blocked the harsh white light from their eyes, and that was a welcome relief.
Jonathan wasn’t sure what to do. He didn’t want to try to break free from her tight grasp because it was pleasurable, but he felt claustrophobic and trapped.
Lillian continued rocking her hips back and forth, this time a little rougher.
Jonathan shut his eyes in embarrassment at how close he already was to coming.
Only a few more strokes, and he could spill his load inside his pants.
There was too much build up now. Too much build up to go on any longer.
Then she stopped abruptly, sat up, and started chuckling.
“Oh, silly Johnny. Were you actually just about to cum? You realize I would never let you do that, right? You know that I’d never let you fuck me. You’re not good enough for me,” Lillian said with a smirk, and started grinding up against him again, this time slower and softer.
“I... Oh god, no, stop it. I can’t help it, okay,” Jonathan pleaded.
“Okay, okay, I know I am just being cruel now. I was serious about not fucking you, but I do want to talk to you about something serious. I’m going to continue humping you while I do that, though, ‘cause I’m still horny, and I want to cum again.
I’ll use you as a toy, but I will never, ever fuck you. Okay?”
“Okay,” he said, defeated and disappointed.
“You need to speak to Mia about this. Because this isn’t right. What do you think she’d do if she found out?”
“I…,” Jon start but paused and looked away to try to think while she humped him.
Just looking at her while she softly slid over him, mimicking what he’d always wanted, but she’d just refused him…
it messed with his mind. He finally said, “I don’t know.
I haven’t really thought that far. I can’t help myself. ”
Lillian shook her head and upped the pace of her grinding again, knowing full well what the implications of that could be. He was already close to coming. She would get him even closer again, then deny him yet again.
“That’s bullshit, and you know that. Look at me.
” She waited until he obeyed, then she said, “You are a grown-ass man, and you know how to control yourself. You have fully discussed this with Ron, as well as probably thought it through for many hours. You’re a filthy cheater.
You are being dishonest with your wife, and that’s very unfair of you.
She is a very good person, and she doesn’t deserve this, alright?
Let me guess, you’ve probably fucked Mia better than ever since I showed you some remnant of interest?
” Lillian’s tits bounced as she moved her hips over his crotch, and Jonathan couldn’t take his eyes off of them.
“You…You’re right,” he said, trying not to seem pathetic by moaning, no matter how much he wanted to. “I fucked her and came so fast, and I was thinking about you the whole time, then I watched from the bathroom, as she satisfied herself because I couldn’t satisfy her.”
Lillian chuckled again. She stopped dry humping him because she could tell he was close again.
“Well, I really think you need to speak to her about this instead of sneaking around and being unfaithful. I know finding out about our lifestyle was probably very exciting to you, but you are doing it wrong if this is what you want to do. It’s all about love, trust, and communication before anything else,” she said.
Lillian felt a build up inside of her, and she knew she needed to cum again.
“You know what? I’ll make you a deal. If you help me cum right now…
you get to touch, lick and feel my pussy for the first and probably the last time.
If I let you do this, you have to speak to Mia, though.
You have to tell her the truth about everything.
And fucking communicate with her. How does that sound, huh?
” Lillian said, her hand on the outline of his cock, squeezing lightly.
He nodded with enthusiasm. “Yes, yes, that sounds so good.”
She smiled because he didn’t realize how much torture this was actually going to be.
“But you need to promise me that you will speak to her. I really like Mia. As a friend of hers, I can’t sit by and watch you do this to her.
Just imagine how heartbroken she would be.
You never know, she could very well be very into cucking you.
Or, you’ll bring it up, and she won’t even remotely be okay with it.
But that is your problem and your responsibility.
You two are married, for fucks sakes. You have already committed the crime, and there is no taking it back.
Only owning up to it and hoping everything works out the way it’s meant to is all you can do now. ”
“Promise,” Jonathan said.
Lillian outstretched her pinky and locked it with his.
“Pinky promise?” she asked.
Jonathan laughed at how juvenile that was, but he went along with it.
“You know, I actually stand by pinky promises. I know I’m in my twenties, and that’s something kids do, but the origin of pinky promises is actually pretty fucked up.”
“How could it be fucked up? It’s just a pinky promise.” Jonathan said.
“Oh, it wasn’t just a pinky promise back in the day. If two people made a pact or one person made a promise—and one of them broke it—then the person they made the pact or promise to would be in their full right to cut that pinky off,” Lillian said with a mischievous smile.
Jonathan nodded, but felt strange. Why would she tell him this? Was it some type of threat? He let out a nervous laugh.
“What I am trying to say is, if you break your promise, I’m going to fuck you up,” Lillian said.
“Oh, uh…no. No, don’t worry, I won’t break my promise. We all know you could probably fuck me up.”
Jonathan said it in a teasing way, but he knew it was true.
Lillian had taken kickboxing and MMA lessons from youth to adulthood, so she really had her technique down.
She could really—truly and honestly—take a man twice her size down.
She would also speak to Mia herself if he didn’t, and it would be so much worse if Mia heard it from someone other than him.
Lillian scooted up, so her pussy lined up perfectly with his face. He looked scared, but she knew he was aroused. He was just confused.
He had never had to decide on such an ultimatum before in his life. It was literally like a shitty porn plot, but he loved every second of it. He could smell the saltiness of another man’s seed, as her panties came closer and closer to his face.
Lillian wasn’t worried about Ron arriving early and catching them. He knew exactly about her plan. They had discussed it in great length. She could tell Jonathan was worried, though, because she saw him looking toward the door every few seconds.
He bit his lip just as she brought her hand down to her pussy to slowly pull her panties aside for him.
He almost let out a gasp, as he stared at her beautifully red and swollen lips.
Some of Marc’s cum was visible, attached to her lips and to her panties.
He lifted his head and, with a flat tongue, he licked all the way from her taint to her clitoris.
He delighted in the super-slick consistency and salty-but-sweet taste of her and Marc’s juices combined.
He did it again and again…and again. He thoroughly enjoyed the taste and the feel of her pussy.
It was so soft and tender and sweet; everything he had fantasized about.