36 - He Knows His Place, Part Five #3
Lillian rocked her hips back and forth and let out a few moans.
It felt really good, surprisingly. She wasn’t expecting that from him.
He then focused all the pressure on her clitoris with his tongue.
He pointed his tongue, making it firm again, to rub it around on her clitoris in tiny but concise circles.
He looked up at her facial expression and got exactly what he wanted.
He was pleasuring Lillian. He realized it wasn’t about him using her to pleasure himself anymore.
It was more about making her feel good and pleasuring her. That was all he wanted.
He gripped her hips hard and lifted her up before throwing her down onto the bed, so that he was now on his knees, and she was on her back. Her legs spread immediately. It was cute that he took some initiative, for once.
He spread her legs more and, gripping her thighs tightly, he started feasting again.
This time he was more ferocious, more hungry than before.
Jon let out soft pleasurable grunts each time he heard confirmation that Lillian was enjoying herself.
He reached his hand up to her face and placed two of his fingers—the middle and ring finger—against her lips.
She willingly sucked and licked them. He removed them from her mouth and a long string of spit stretched over her chin and breasts.
Jonathan reached his hand down to her slit and teased across her taint with the two lubed up fingers, before shoving them inside of her.
“Oh God,” Lillian moaned.
He stared up at her face, as he slowly curled and slid his fingers in and out of her.
He smiled as he saw her eyes roll upward and then to the back of her head.
Marc just fucked her harder than he had ever seen a woman be fucked before.
Yet, she was still enjoying him fingering her slowly.
She took such a big cock like a champ, yet she seemed to be loving him using his fingers, which were so small in comparison to that man’s cock.
He picked up the pace a little bit, now bending and unbending his fingers and pressing up against the soft squishy flesh inside of her.
Lillian immediately arched her back and grabbed onto the nearest thing she could—the messy bed sheet—and let out a small, “oh fuck,” which sounded more like shock at how good that felt.
He continued doing so until he could see her mind had resorted to a garbled mess. When he felt she couldn’t take it any longer, he vigorously finger fucked her while still curling and tapping her soft spongy walls with his fingers.
Lillian almost let out a shriek when she felt a great pressure build up and then release in a mere few seconds.
At first, drops of creamy, cloudy fluid escaped her body.
Then a large amount of clear liquid as he continued to finger fuck her.
She nearly let out a screech, as her body convulsed in pleasure.
She opened her eyes and giggled when she saw that most of her orgasm had messed all over Jonathan’s face and shirt.
“Jesus Christ, that was intense,” Lillian said between heavy breaths, “Good job.”
Jonathan grinned, feeling good about himself, but he also felt defeated. All he wanted to do was fuck her, but he knew she wouldn’t allow it. He wouldn’t be able to change her mind, either.
He wanted to plead and beg for her to let him just slip it in. Just for a few seconds. Just the tip. She felt so good around his fingers. It was so silky and soft and smooth. Jonathan stood up and straightened himself out, while Lillian caught her breath.
He walked to the bathroom and closed the door behind him.
Placing his hands on the sink, he hung his head.
He understood what Lillian had told him.
It was unfair of him to do this to Mia. She loved him and he loved her.
There was no excuse to hide these things from her.
It was unfair. He looked back up into the mirror on the wall.
He looked like a sweaty mess. He opened the cold tap and splashed his face a few times, hoping it would wash away all his guilt.
It didn’t.
Jonathan went back home smelling like booze and sex.
He immediately went to take a shower in the downstairs bathroom and put his clothes in the washer.
It wouldn’t help his case if she smelled another woman on him.
He needed to be very careful about it. Careful with his words, actions, and expressions.
He had a very hot shower that left his skin red and the bathroom foggy.
He walked around the house while drying his hair with a towel.
Mia was in the bath upstairs. He heard the water running.
The shower actually helped him with his intense anxiety.
He finally took on big, deep satisfying breath and sighed.
He wrapped the towel around his waist and went upstairs.
The bathroom door wasn’t closed properly, so he sat on the bed to wait for her.
Mia heard him come in the room and got spooked.
“Hello? Honey, is that you?” she called out.
‘Yes, sorry if I gave you a fright. Sorry I’m so late. You know how things go with Ron.”
Jonathan winced at himself. He was lying to her again; digging himself deeper and deeper into a pit of lies.
“Of course,” she said.
Mia sipped on a glass of wine which she’d taken into the bathroom with her. She sensed something was wrong. She had gotten a text from Lillian saying they needed to talk a bit later and to not mention it to Jonathan.
Something was wrong. Something was fishy. She downed the glass of cheap, sweet red wine and placed the glass on the floor. They were wealthy, but she still didn’t waste money on expensive wine. All wine tasted the same—gross! So why not buy it cheap?
She pulled the plug out of the bath and let the water drain a little before pulling herself up. She struggled a little. Her head was a bit fuzzy from the wine, and she laughed at herself.
Too drunk in the bathtub? That’s how so many celebrities have died, she thought to herself.
She finally got up. The water dripped down her body before she wrapped herself in a towel, took a deep breath, and opened the bathroom door. She saw Jonathan sitting on the bed, fiddling with his fingers and looking down.
Something was definitely wrong. He never fiddled. He wasn’t usually a nervous person. She glanced down at the towel around his waist. She hadn’t actually had the time to look at and appreciate his body in a long time. He wasn’t necessarily buff, but he was well built. He looked good.
“What’s wrong?” Mia asked.
Jonathan looked up at her, then up and down…
and up and down again. He felt his cock hardening again.
He was still horny. Maybe that’s what Lillian was trying to do by making him pleasure her and refusing to let him fuck her.
She probably wanted him to remember that he has a wife that he needed to pay attention to.
He knew that, if he let that whole situation go too far, he would have started neglecting his wife.
That would have been the worst thing for him to do.
He loved her more than anything. He couldn’t do that to her.
“Come. Sit,” he said.
She did as asked, and he watched her chest as one of her breasts almost escaped the towel when it came a bit loose.
“What’s wrong, Jon? I can tell something’s wrong. You can talk to me, okay? Please, the suspense is killing me,” Mia said, her hand on his leg.
“I…I am going to be honest. I need you to just hear me out and not freak out. At least, just for a little while, until I’m done saying what I need to say.
When I lent Ron money, I was a little bit drunk.
And Lillian was teasing me, like sexually, and I couldn’t help it.
She was doing it on purpose,” Jonathan said.
“Are you trying to tell me that you fucked her? On our fucking anniversary?” Mia said, physically taken aback by what he just said.
“No, no. No! Not that day. I mean, no, I didn’t fuck her.
But I wanted to. And I told Ron I would waive most of the loan if he let me flirt with and fuck his wife.
But they were up to something entirely different.
It was a whole scheme. I followed her on the way to a motel while she was with another man,”
“Wait, what? So she was cheating on Ron? And what the fuck? You wanted to fuck her? I am so confused. Why would you tell me this? I understand men are naturally horny creatures, but that kind of just hurts my feelings. Is that why you had cum all over the inside of your pants the other night? You spied on her?”
“No, it's more complicated than that. She wasn’t cheating on him. Ron was in the hotel room too, watching her fuck a black man.”
“Okay, this is just getting too crazy for me. Are you joking or—”
“Not joking. I… Yeah. I’m not joking.”