1. Inappropriate Behavior Part 3


    Date: 10/3/2014, Categories: Bisexual, Author: bad_mann_ers, Rating: 3, Source: LushStories

    mind as I plunged my fingers back down to gather more dew. My mind focused on my neighbor in the scene. I remembered how her hand had grabbed his hair, how she had grimaced in pleasure as she spoke at him. I could almost feel her fingers in my hair, squeezing, guiding. I alternated hands, first stroking and gathering nectar, then feeding and tasting. I was my neighbor, trembling at the pleasure in her loins. I was the man, greedy and eager to please. My pleasure raced towards its peak. The scene in my mind raced forward, as my neighbor launched off the couch and smacked his ass with all of her might. My mind focused on the reaction of his cock. With each blow to his ass, it had swelled and lurched. He must have been on the brink of exploding. One more strike, and he would have been cumming hard. My orgasm was so close. I was the man, bent over the couch, so close to cumming. "Spank me," I pleaded quietly, but aloud. "Please, just one more!" I said louder, as my orgasm took me. Unbelievable amounts of wetness flowed from my loins, and I struggled to scoop and taste every bit while continuing to tease and cum. At long last, the tremors stilled, and I sank back into the bed with a sigh. After a bit, I drifted back to awareness. I was suddenly afraid of being caught like this. I lay on the bed with my legs splayed open and a hand still cradling my pussy. My bedroom door was wide open, and I could easily have been seen by my daughter or husband, and I didn't want to be ...
    embarrassed that way. I quickly went and washed up, put on pajamas, and crawled in bed to fall asleep. The weekend passed quickly. We went to the football game at my daughter's college, and then we had gone out to dinner with my daughter and some friends. A friend had invited us to a big tailgate party in the city at a famous bar, so we had spent most of Sunday on that adventure. Things might have returned to normal, except my mind kept playing games on me. I would see a couple with a strong male and a petite female. I would shudder as a flood of warmth built inside as I wondered if that woman dominated that man. I saw two women that appeared to be a couple, and I couldn't help but to wonder which of them forced the other to lick and please. My husband seemed indifferent to my flirting on the train ride back out to the suburbs. I jumped him as soon as we were in the bedroom. Although he enjoyed the encounter, he asked me what was wrong after it ended. I had practically begged him to be aggressive, and he had responded by trying to calm me down. He promised me that I would find a job, and even if I didn't get one soon, he still loved me, and everything would be okay. I just smiled and agreed with him. That night I dreamed of being a football player. The team was doing poorly, and the coach ordered me into his office. The coach fired me, but then ordered me to bend over for severance spankings. In the strange way of dreams, the coach became my neighbor, berating me for the things I had ...