Billiards – By Darksacrednights

“Six ball, corner pocket,” she said as she leaned seductively over

the pool table, one eye closed in an attempt to line up her shot.

 

In an attempt to kill some time and cure their Sunday afternoon

boredom, John and Marlena had decided to play an enticing game

of pool.

 

Marlena followed through with her shot, completely missing both

the six ball and the corner pocket and scratching in the mean

time. She placed her hand on her hip and pouted a little.

 

John however, smiled, despite her failure. Not only did her missed

shot mean he was running the table, it had also given him the

chance to check out her cleavage that was fully exposed thanks

to her shirt’s plunging neckline. He swore she wore low cut tops

just to torture him.

 

John’s smile and the direction of his eyes did not go unnoticed by

Marlena. In fact, she had caught him checking her out all night

and she was starting to enjoy the attention. Her stomach dropped

and she felt the familiar pleasurable twinge when she saw him lick

his lips involuntarily. “It’s time to make this interesting,” she

thought to herself as John lined up his next shot.

 

As John leaned over the table to make his next calculated move,

Marlena moved to the opposite end of the table, directly in

John’s line of sight. She slowly moved her hands up her waist

towards her neck, dragging her fingertips lightly along her

breasts. After lingering against her collarbone for a moment, she

gently moved her hands back down and grazed her fingernails

back and forth over each nipple. For added impact, she arched

forward and leaned her head back a bit.

 

Meanwhile, John had lost most interest in his shot and stared

mesmerized by her every move. He imagined her hands were his

hands and thought about how he loved to run his tongue across

the warm, soft skin of her breasts. After years of sexual

encounters together, her touch, taste and smell had been

tattooed onto his memory.

 

When Marlena stopped her moment of self exploration, John

cleared his throat and attempted his shot. Fortunately for

Marlena, her little distraction technique had worked and John’s

shot fell short.

 

“Aww, close but no cigar,” Marlena said smugly, staring directly at

John as she swayed towards him.

 

“Good, she is finally going to let me touch her,” John thought to

himself as Marlena approached him. Her actions had been turning

him on all night and her latest show had moved him to the point

of full arousal.

 

Instead of fulfilling John’s dream, Marlena stopped short of him

and turned towards the table for her next shot. As she bent over

the table, John moved behind her to get a better view. Marlena

spread her legs wide, rose up on her toes a bit and slowly

shimmied her hips. John’s eyes traveled up her toned calves to the

back of her thighs and finally stopped at her firm ass. He

appreciated the fact that she had chosen to wear the tight fitted

leather mini-skirt that he liked so much. He remembered that last

time she wore that skirt he had told her she looked good enough

to eat. And of course, later that evening, much to Marlena’s

delight, he had followed through with his comment.

 

Unable to resist touching her, John moved in as Marlena took

her turn at the game of billiards John had mostly forgotten

about. He was much more interested in the game of sexual tag

they seemed to be playing. Just as Marlena followed through with

her shot, John ran his finger up the inside of Marlena’s right

thigh.

 

John was rewarded with Marlena’s quick intake of breath as she

missed her shot.

 

“Enough of this,” Marlena said as she slammed her pool stick

down on the table and twirled around towards John. She threw

her hands around his neck and kissed him deeply, their tongues

wrapping around each other, each fighting for control.

 

Marlena reached to unbutton John’s shirt as he lifted hers over

her head. With her task complete, Marlena ran her hands across

his broad chest, loving how his strong muscles felt under her

palms. John quickly disposed of Marlena’s lacy black bra and ran

his tongue across each of her nipples, following the path that her

fingertips had taken during her earlier distraction technique. He

bit her skin slightly and moved to suck and lick on her neck.

 

“Mmmm, oh baby,” Marlena moaned as she unbuttoned John’s

pants and pushed them down his hips. John kicked them to the

side and Marlena stared down at the bulge in his black silk

boxers. “I want to see all of you,” Marlena exhaled as she helped

him remove the boxers. His large, pulsating member sprang

upwards and Marlena licked her lips.

 

John turned his attention towards ridding Marlena of her

panties, quickly thrusting the lacy material down her legs. Marlena

squealed a little as John cupped her possessively, his rough hands

creating blissful pleasure against her clit. “You are dripping wet

my dear. Just the way I like you,” John whispered into her ear as

his left hand found her breast, squeezing her nipple.

 

John helped Marlena sit upon the edge of the pool table and she

steadied herself, straddling John and placing her feet on the

close wall behind him. John moved in to kiss her but Marlena

used one of her feet to push him away from her and back against

the wall. She looked down at his large cock and licked her lips

again. Her eyes traveled upwards and she looked at John with a

smile.

 

Suddenly, she grabbed the pool stick that was laying to the right

of her and placed it vertically between her legs. As John

watched, Marlena began to rub the pool stick slowly up and down

her clit. John had turned her on enough and her wetness

provided ample lubrication. The soft wood and slender shape of

the pool stick felt great against her clit and Marlena began to

tense as she quickened the pace.

 

John nearly came as he watched his wife pleasure herself with a

tool they had been using so innocently moments before. Her

moans, the speed of her movements and the squelching sounds of

her wetness were almost enough to put him over the edge.

 

Marlena stopped her movements before she came and dropped

the pool stick to the side. She drew a deep breath and with one

finger, she motioned for John to come to her. As he approached

her, she grabbed his stiffened cock with her left hand and placed

it at her entrance. With the fingertips of her right hand, she

tucked his hair behind his ear in a loving gesture. She leaned her

lips towards his same ear and whispered, “I want you John. I want

you to fuck me.”

 

With no hesitation, John thrust himself deep inside her, filling her

completely. They sighed simultaneously and he began to pull

deeply in and out of her, starting slowly at first and building to a

quickened pace. She loved how the knotted muscles of his cock

grazed every inch of her and he felt complete inside her blissful

heat. She lay back across the pool table, her arms out like wings,

enjoying every sensation he was creating within her. He held onto

her hips as he continued to thrust against her.

 

“Oh, god baby,” she moaned and her sounds urged him on.

 

“You feel so good,” he told her as he gripped her thighs tighter.

 

They both gave in to the sight, touch and sounds of each other

and soon they were both tensing, peaking and completing their

release together. Marlena arched off the table as her orgasm

overtook her and John moaned deeply as he came hard inside her.

 

As their bodies relaxed and their breathing slowed, John

gathered her in his arms in a loving embrace.

 

“That was a great game of pool,” he said smirking.

 

She smiled and said, “I couldn’t agree more.”

 

THE END