I have a huge smile on my face as I watch John pause at the doorway of the honeymoon suite that I have rented for the night. I see that he clutches the note that I left him at the penthouse in his right hand. His face speaks of excitement and confusion. I can already see that his manhood has started to rise just from the thought that I might give him sex tonight. I sigh, realising that because of our constant fighting, that John and I have not had sex for two weeks. Not since we had started disagreeing about Tony. But I don’t want to think about Tony right now… tonight is for John. I feel the wetness soak my centre, and I blush slightly. Just the thought of what is going to happen tonight turns me so unbelievably on. I close my eyes and try to stop the thoughts of John ramming himself into me from clouding my mind. I need to stay alert and in control if tonight is going to go off as I have so carefully planned.
I watch with excitement as John enters the room. I can tell that he is looking around for me. The room is dark, and unsuspecting… but I know that he expects me to be there… somewhere… waiting for him. He calls my name, and the sound of his husky voice, causes involuntary shivers to run down my spine. “Honey… I am here…” He calls out tentatively. Then for a moment, everything is silent. I know that he has found it. I hear his sharp intake of breath, as he takes in my next set of instructions. I can just imagine the look on his face as he gazes at the wad of money that I have left there. Tonight, you will need this! Close the door! My scrawled note!
I wait until John has closed the door, and then I wait some more. Tick, tick, tick… The time passes as I feel myself ready to explode in anticipation. I wonder how frenzied he is in the room. I try to banish the thoughts of him turned on and ready from my mind.
It’s time… I have made him wait for long enough. I take a deep, steadying breath… trying to calm the erratic nature of my breathing. Then I am ready. I adjust my coat and walk purposefully over to the door. I rap on the heavy wood… once… twice… three times. That is all it takes. John has thrown open the door, and now he stands there… his mouth agape, his eyes wide, his erection rising… as he tries to take in my appearance.
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I can’t believe that she is standing in front of me like this. Her beautiful hair hangs around her face… so straight and silky. I just want to touch it… I just want to feel its softness and bury my nose in it to inhale her scent. Her lips have been painted ruby red… and her face is covered in make-up. She looks like a dream. It’s not that I don’t love the natural look. In fact, I prefer to see Marlena in no make up at all… but this tells me that she has gone to a lot of effort to look great for tonight. I gaze downwards, from her extremely high heels that strap around her ankles… then up to the black fishnet stockings that cover her sexy legs. God, the way she is standing is enough to make me want to fuck her senseless… right in the doorway. Her hips are tilted exquisitely… seductively. Her black trench-coat ends just above her knees and covers anything else that she may be wearing. While I have been taking in the sight of my wife, she hasn’t spoken a word… and she hasn’t made a move. I can’t even speak. I just stand there gaping at her, feeling my erection become larger and larger, until it strains painfully against my suit pants.
“Did you order me?” She finally speaks, her voice purring as she eyes me hungrily.
She smiles like a seductress. “W…w… what?” I stammer, as my eyes bulge out of
my head. My mind is cloudy… I don’t understand what she has said.
“I said…” I feel and see Marlena’s index finger trail a path up my chest… but it is like I am in another world. It’s like I am watching this happening to someone else. “Did you order me?” When I don’t answer, she smiles again, her eyes boring a hole into me as they give me the once-over. “I can see that you might need some help with this…” I gasp as Marlena’s skilled hands find my hard-on and massage it briefly. “You don’t have to be shy…” She is continuing in a melodious tone. “This… is what I’m here for.”
Then her hands are at the buttons of her coat, and she slowly and purposefully undoes each one, purring as she does so. “Hmmm, aren’t you going to ask me in?”
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I can tell that tonight is going to be a success, if only from the size of the bulge in John’s pants. I saunter into the room, past him, making sure to brush up against his arm as I do so. When he has turned around, to look at me… my back facing him, I let the coat drop to the floor. There I am barely clad in a tight red corset with black seams and black ribbon at the top. I can feel his heated gaze on me, and as I turn around, I see his mouth dropped open, and his eyes are roaming my body wildly. His gaze comes to rest on my breasts, which are barely covered by the corset, and then travel down to my French knickers… my legs covered in black fishnet stockings and my high heeled shoes.
“God Marlena… you are HOT…” John finally speaks and I smirk as I come closer to him. I run one perfectly manicured finger over his chest. “Marlena, you say? I can be Marlena. Are you going to tell me your name, handsome?” I ask seductively.
“J… J… John…” he stutters as my finger traces his jaw line.
“Hmmm John. So, how do you want to do this baby? You look a little nervous!
You’re a virgin huh?” John’s eyes are about to pop out of his head. “Never ordered in before… that’s ok…” I continue, as I take his hands and pull him to the lounge chair. I push him into it, and he falls with a thud, unable to do anything except stare. “I’ll make this as easy as possible. So, usually… my clients buy favours from me. I will do anything that you want… with only one rule…”“What’s that?” John finally seems to have recovered slightly, and he can at least talk.
“No kissing on the mouth…” I turn away as if I am uncomfortable about the subject.
“Marlena… you don’t have to do this…” He speaks the words, yet his voice is deep and husky. I know that he is excited beneath his shock. I know that I need to loosen things up. I need to get him to relax.
Strutting over to the bar, I take out two glasses, and begin to pour a generous helping of vodka into them. My eyes never leave his as I pour, and the way his gaze rests upon me now, tells me that he has finally started to relax. I add a splash of orange juice to the glasses, and then come out from behind the bar. When I reach him, I stand in front of him, holding the two glasses in my hand. I look at him expectantly.
Suddenly John realises what I am waiting for. He takes a note from his wad of cash and presses it into my hand as he accepts the drink, and starts to skull it. I start to drink mine, slower, and then I realise that it is time to move in for the kill. I spread my legs and sit on his lap, and lean over to whisper in his ear. “You can do better than that, sweetheart. Come on… you are no fun…” My tone is drawling and I run one fingernail over the left side of his jaw line.
“Marlena… why are you doing this?” He pushes me back so that he can look at me, and his hands hold my wrists tightly. “I just wanted to give you a night that you would never forget…” My voice is small. I hope that he won’t walk out of here. “Marlena, you don’t have to pull a stunt like this to make me happy. You do that every day. I don’t need a cheap… whore… to make me excited…” He gestures to my clothes when he says the word. “Because my wife is more important to me than any cheap night of sex.” I sigh with disappointment. “And I thought you were having such fun…” I can’t help myself. I grind my lower body onto his bulging erection. “That is the effect that YOU have on me… my wife… not anyone else…”
“John… you know… you ARE my only client. And I am exclusively yours…” I run my finger down his chest and smile as he begins to shudder. “So now that we have established that… will you play?” I bat my heavily made-up eyelashes at him, and smile as he takes a deep breath and nods, ever so slowly. “It is rather exciting…”
“Good…” I stand up and take his glass. We both need a refill.
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After several more glasses of heavy alcohol, we are both sufficiently loosened up to be laughing and flirting uncontrollably. Still I have hardly touched John, and I can tell that he is going to need release very soon. “So, what is next Sailor?” I ask him seductively, protruding my lower lip into a sexy pout. “Oh… I want you to dance… I want to see that sexy body dancing for me…” His hands are on my waist and he pulls me close to him. He wants me to sit on his lap… and I oblige him, spreading my legs wide as I do so. I can feel the wetness soaking my centre, and I am so turned on by this little game that it is painful. I know that John notices, because he looks down, and then back up again and into my eyes. “So tell me something, sweetheart…”
“What?” I say, panting, my eyes glazed with desire. For a moment I wish that he would just flip me over and take me, right here, right now, but I know that hewon’t. It started out as my game, but I have pretty much lost control over it. “Is it normal for you to get so… so…” He runs a finger along my panties, dangerously close to my centre. “Wet for your clients, or is it just me?”
“Just you…” I breathe. Then I realise that I need to regain some control. “But you know…” I lean over so that my lips are against his ear and my breasts are against his chest. “I’m supposed to tell my clients what they want to hear…” I smirk and push him backwards as I remove myself from his lap.
Then going to the stereo, I hit play and start to move my body to the music… swaying my hips, tousling my hair with my fingers as I raise my hands above my head. “Strip…” he demands, and my eyes shoot open.
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I know that I am about to lose all control when she starts swaying her hips seductively. Her lips are formed into a perfect reddened pout, her body seeming to make its own music. I want to grab her and strip her and make her scream my name. I am tempted to end this game and have my wife… no more of this highly arousing foreplay. But I am enjoying this way too much, even though my arousal is painfully making its presence known.
She places her leg up onto a chair, her back facing me. I can see the perfectly formed leg as she slides her slender hands down it and unbuckles her right shoe. Levelling her gaze at me, Marlena tosses the shoe onto the ground behind her. She repeats the process with the other leg, only this time she is facing me, and my eyes are viewing her centre covered only by her French knickers. “Oh Marlena…” I groan. “You are killing me here baby… I need to touch you…” She shoots an entirely wicked smile at me, her eyes shining with mischief and I find myself utterly amazed at her behaviour. This is a side of Marlena that I have never seen before… she plays this part very well. Moving to the music she dances over to me… slowly, painfully… I can almost taste the delight that I know I will feel when she allows me to touch her. I move my hands towards her as she approaches, anxiously awaiting the sense of her skin against mine, but she stops
just short of my reach and I let out a groan of frustration. I know that she is affected too… her breasts rise and fall more heavily than normal and a slight aroused flush has suffused her cheeks. I know her so well.
“You wanna touch me?” Her voice sings… tempting… teasing. I can see the gleaming white of her teeth against her red lips. I can only nod and she smiles in amusement. “I can’t hear you…” she continues to grate out through clenched teeth. She takes my hands in hers and I realise that they are shaking.
She has outdone herself this time… she has me so aroused that I can’t even control the movement of my hands. Marlena places the black ribbons that tie her corset in place into my hands and I hold them, watching as she moves backwards and the ribbons start to untie. My eyes are fixed on her breasts… I can’t wait to view their perfect fullness when the fabric falls away. And I am not disappointed… actually I am pleasantly surprised that small beads of perspiration have formed between Marlena’s breasts… and I know without a doubt that she is turned on and ready for more. “Come here…” I demand roughly, grabbing her hips and pulling her into me. I take a fistful of cash and shove it into her knickers.
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I bite my lip to stop myself from moaning my appreciation. John’s hands are resting on the small of my back as I stand in front of where he is sitting on the end of the bed. “You are my object now…” he speaks huskily, as he moves his lips towards my bare skin. I close my eyes as my hands involuntarily lace through his hair, pulling tightly as his hot breath causes my body to rage with desire… so close yet not touching. It seems like a lifetime of waiting for the wetness of his lips on my aching skin, before they make their final descent. I feel his lips kissing my stomach, covering every inch of skin, before his tongue sneaks out and traces the same path. Focussing on my belly button, I gasp as his tongue sucks on it, discovering it all over again. At the same time, John’s hands have reached up for my breasts and he is kneading and plying them softly, knowing the exact amount of pressure that will give me the most pleasure. I try so hard to control my moans of passion, but when his mouth closes over my nipple, I almost orgasm from the sensation… the mixture of high arousal and denial, and the feeling of his tongue caressing such a sensitive area.
I know that I have to regain control over myself, and when John bends my face down to kiss me, I pull backwards, turning my face away reluctantly. “Oh no you don’t…” I pant, trying desperately to catch my breath. “No kissing on the mouth remember…” His gaze is levelled at me with a look of confusion for a moment… his eyes black with passion. Then I see the realisation register on his face and I know that he remembers the game. I look downwards at the huge bulge that has formed in his pants. Involuntarily I lick my lips as I try to suppress the thought of his hard member buried inside me.
The stereo has stopped playing so I go towards it and switch it back on, taking a large gulp of my drink as I stop at the table. “Want anything?” I ask him, indicating towards the drinks bar. “I want you…” he volunteers, his voice raspy and demanding. Gulping I move towards John, dancing seductively. Lifting my right leg, I place it on his thigh, and take his hands and place them on the top of my stocking. “Take them off…” I command him. John doesn’t miss a beat as he slowly rolls my stocking down. I know that he is doing his best to arouse me as his fingers linger against my skin, his eyes darting between my eyes and my leg. When his task is completed, I move my left leg into his lap, only this time I place my toes against his crotch. I can feel it twitching beneath me and I know that I have to have him soon.
As John starts his task of removing my stocking, I start to gently massage his arousal with my foot. He groans and moves his lower body into me. “I need you now…” he grunts out as he finishes removing my stocking, and before I know it, I have been slammed onto my back on the bed, with John’s weight pressing above me.
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My teeth are on her nipples, biting and sucking and licking. Her body arches into me and I can hear her moaning and gasping. Right now Marlena has no inhibitions. I move upwards and remove my shirt… but now it is my turn to tease her. I do it slowly and I see her body writhing on the bed, begging for more… begging for me! By the time I have moved onto my pants, Marlena has removed hers, and her finger has moved down to her centre. I want to tell her to stop… but I want to see this… I can’t help but be mesmerized by what she is doing. There is something so erotic about watching Marlena lose control like this. It is something that she only does when she is completely out of control… and now she is out of control!
I tell her to stop what she is doing, waving the rest of the wad of cash at her as I do so. I see her eyes focus on it and she remembers her game. So she stops. Then my mouth is at her centre and I feel her push her hips into my exploring tongue. I want to pleasure her… I want her to lose all sense of time and place… I want her to be mine… all mine! She moans her assent as I continue my task and I feel her body tighten and shudder in orgasm.
It seems to be minutes before Marlena is finally recovered from what I just did to her. “I want to make love to you…” I whisper the words against her ear, sucking on the skin of her neck. I want to kiss her… I want to feel her lips against mine, so I move towards her, knowing that she will not deny me. But she turns away… even now, she is still playing this game.
Her hand moves over to the nightstand and she tears open a condom. “I never do it without protection…” Her words come out staggered. I kneel up and let her roll it down my shaft and I almost cry out when her mouth follows it and she starts to suck me exquisitely… the way only she can. But before she can take me to the point of no return, I push her away from me, and in one movement she is beneath me, my throbbing erection poised at her entrance. I start to move within her and I feel her hips rising up to meet my thrusts. Becoming more and more forceful… we both approach orgasm, gasping each others names. I come first, so I reach my fingers down to circle Marlena’s clitoris, knowing that she will lose control all too soon if I touch her there. Just before her body releases, she grabs my face and pulls me down to meet her lips and we kiss desperately, our tongues colliding, our lips savouring the feeling of touching the other.
When it is all over we are still kissing and we pull apart only because we have to breathe. Our bodies are spent and we can hardly move. I pull out of her and gather her body close to mine. “So…” I begin, my eyes sparkling with mischief. “Does that mean you are mine now? You broke your number one rule…” My index finger traces her cheek and I see her smile broadly. “I just couldn’t resist. You have the most enticing pair of lips that I have ever seen… Besides, baby, I already told you that I am exclusively yours… forever…” I smile and watch as her eyes drift closed and before long my Marlena is asleep in my arms.
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