Paganini's Tale, Chapter 12

Alice stood in front of the refrigerator, hair still wet from
the shower, contemplating food. Her legs were spread, because
her cunt and ass both burned with a delicious heat from the
workout that afternoon. Larry would be home soon, and while she
wasn't expected to fix him supper, it was a nice gesture when
something was laid out for the microwave.
   And somehow she wanted to be nice. She thought perhaps it was
a way to stroke her guilt over her affair, yet the feeling was
more wholesome than that. She felt forgiving toward him, ready
to be acceptant.
   She pulled out the container of chicken teriyaki, dished two
servings onto the plates, spooned rice from another container,
and then put hers into the 'wave. Three minutes later it was
steaming, and she sat down to watch "Wheel of Fortune reruns."
   During the second round she heard Larry's car pull into the
driveway. She rose to greet him at the door.
   "Hi, hon," she said to him as she leaned forward to kiss him.
He met her kiss. Tongues tentatively reached out, then tangled.
   "Hello," he said finally. "What a nice greeting."
   "Mmmmm," she replied. "Chicken's waiting in the kitchen."
   "I thought I's shower before dinner. Too hot out there
today."
   "I just got out from mine. Hope there's enough hot water,"
she said sincerely; she'd luxuriated in its spray, touching
herself everywhere she could remember her lover's caress.
   It was all new to her, this covert behavior, the cloak of
secrecy. She'd never really considered an affair, much less one
of these dimensions...
   Well she'd considered them, she admitted to herself, but not
seriously. Only in the abstract, as something exciting somebody
else does. Reading Larry's books and magazines when he was
away, she had the sense of reading a tale of a foreign land,
nowhere she'd ever visit. Yet here she was in her own home
after having been tied down and royally fucked by what amounted
to a perfect stranger.
   It was so shocking she couldn't help but smile. So out of
character, so unlike the cooly efficient woman she was. Who
would think she'd get jelly-jointed at the memory of straining
at her bonds while his thick cock plunged into her--who but
perhaps Maddy. To everyone else she was staid, predictably
competent Alice, who wouldn't dream of such things.
   Yet she found she had been dreaming about them. Confinement
had taken on a new meaning to her, and the fuzzy definition
kept trying to clarify itself in her unconscious. A butterfly
darting in beautiful patterns within a glass enclosure, she was
in one recent dream. A windless space where she could truly
test her wings, test her ability without having to compensate
for gusts of disruptive breezes.
   She heard the water running upstairs, and could imagine Larry
undressing as he waited for the hot water to rise from the
basement heater. She leaned against the stove, her right hand
toying with the square fold in the crotch of her tight jeans,
just below her clit, pushing that little fold inward and up,
the hardness chafing deliciously against her pussy lips. She
remembered the ridge of her lover's thick cockhead strumming the
top of her cunt opening as he dipped the purple helmet just
barely in.
   Her fingers pressed harder, beginning a circling motion. She
closed her eyes, imagining her lover's hands touching her
intimately, caressingly, and her left hand moved up to cup her
breast. She squeezed, and gripped her hardening nipple between
thumb and forefinger, through her shirt; she rolled it back and
forth, twisting, feeling the nerves wincing in the wrinkles of
the fabric.
   She opened her eyes; the house was quiet, except for the
water running for the shower upstairs. Setting her mind to
notice when Larry shut off the shower, she pulled out the tail
of her shirt so she could slip her hand beneath it. Her flesh
was cool beneath her warm hands; she stroked the soft skin,
circling her nipple with a trailing finger.
   She began breathing rapidly. Her cunt was warming to the
pressure even more now, and she unsnapped, then unzipped them
with tantalizing slowness, imagining her lover's hands
performing the undressing. Her fingers moved into the forest of
her pubes, pulling the hairs in pinchfulls, until finally a
finger slipped into her moist slit.
   Abstractly, she heard the shower running, and wondered if
Larry was pulling himself off. They hadn't had a good bout in
the sack for months now, but at that moment his wet, naked body
seemed attractive to her, just as she imagined her body would
be for him. She felt alluring, with one hand in her cunt and
another beneath her shirt.
   Round and round her middle finger went, circling the opening
of her cunt, rising up to stroke her love button, moving down
to caress her cunt again. A gentle rhythm revealed itself, and
she went with the beat. Around twice, then on the upstroke, a
twang on her clitoris, then again into her hot twat to swirl
around in her cuntal fluids twice again, in almost a spiral,
moving deeper into her quim.
   "Honey, are we out of sham...." Larry's voice echoed, then
stopped; Alice's eyes flew open, and she saw Larry, skin
dewdropped with water, a white towel loosely around his waist,
bulging at his crotch. She saw the bulge twitch, and took a
chance.
   "Screw the shampoo," she said slowly in a voice that sounded
almost like her lover's to her. "Drop that towel and come fuck me.
I want your hard prick inside my cunt. I want to wrap it in my
hands and stuff you into me."
   With each word the bulge in the towel had gotten bigger. By
the end, his prick was making a tent of the white fabric. Larry
had never heard his wife talk like this, though he was not
surprised it excited him. Seeing her unabashedly masturbating,
gazing at his hardening prick with undisguised hunger, he
didn't think twice.
   He dropped his grip on the towel, which fell to the floor. His
hard-on bounced for a moment, then continued its upward climb.
   "Oooh," Alice breathed. "Bring it here. Bring that hard cock
to me."
   Something clicked in Larry's head, and he played right back
to her. "First tear off your shirt. Don't unbutton it. Tear it
off those tits of yours."
   Alice smiled, and pulled her juice-covered hand from her
tunnel, pulled her other hand from around her tit, grabbed her
open neck, and pulled. Buttons spun away as her shirt flew
open. She was glad she wasn't wearing a brassier, for her
mounds felt the breeze, and her nipples stiffened even further,
standing out like thimbles.
   Alice pushed her tits together, pointing them like eyes at
Larry. "Here they are," she said, "just waiting for you. Come
suck on them, lick them, then fuck my hot cunt."
   They both looked at each other, thinking how strange all this
was. Their sex life had always been the utmost in normalcy.
Larry thought that Alice would be offended, insulted, if he
talked dirty to her, or was too graphic with her. Alice was
afraid he'd think her a slut if she expressed more than a mild
interest in sex.
   Now, as they faced each other, there was a frightening moment
when both could have destroyed the other, by laughing, or by
acting like it was all a pretense, a joke that hit too close to
home. They looked at each other, the eight years they'd known
each other passing before their eyes in clear contradiction to
this erotically charged moment, a married lifetime of sexual
protection and fear, and both stood paralyzed, afraid the other
would laugh. Would sneer. Would destroy the other.
   But there was too much lust in their eyes for either to
ignore. Larry took a breath, as did Alice, and they lunged at
each other like two panthers fighting over a prize. Alice
gripped Larry's naked buns to pull his hard prick against her
lower stomach. Larry had one hand on a bare breast, the other
on her butt, pulling for the same reason. Their mouths locked,
tongues battling each other, trying for more depth, more
contact, more stimulation.
   Alice moaned, moving one hand up to pull Larry's face to hers
even more tightly. His face was rough, but his lips were strong
and soft, his tongue, molten. He thrust against her stomach
with is pelvis, pushing his hardness at her, feeling her jeans
against his thighs.
   He broke away from her: "Take off your pants. I want to see
that cunt of yours open. Open your cunt to me, spread your
lips, I want to see your finger inside your cunt, and then I'll
shove this hard prick into you."
   Alice smiled, relaxing still further; this wasn't so
difficult. She never would have thought it possible, but here
they were talking the language of lust to each other. "Yes,"
she said to him, backing away, pulling down her tight jeans and
bikini underwear slowly, rolling her hips lewdly, as if backing
onto a prick behind her.
   Then she was down on the kitchen floor, only the ragged, torn
shirt on her body, legs bare and wide, and she pushed first
one, then two, then three fingers into her cunt right in front
of Larry, moaning as she did. Her cunt was brimfull with
juices, sloppy and wet and she wanted more than what her
fingers could do.
   "Oh god, Larry, stick that cock into me, I want you now, push
it in me." Her legs were up in the air, and her free hand
beckoned toward her twat.
   He moved down to the floor and put the swollen head of his
prick against her embedded fingers. "Pull me in," he said, and
she grabbed his prick with slick fingers and pulled him down
into her.
   As he sank into her, she reached back to hold onto something,
and found the broiler pan handle on the bottom of the stove.
She held on as he began to pump, and imagined that her hands
were tied to the stove, that she was helpless and willing, then
realized that she hardly needed the fantasy; she <was> willing,
and could choose helplessness to her desire.
   His hard rod pistoned into her love channel, and she made
mewling sounds, driving Larry to greater efforts: he pumped
into her, changing his angle with each thrust, rubbing the
tight skin of his prick against her cuntal walls. Each thrust
felt new, as if it was the first dip into her pool, and he
could feel the pressure building beneath his balls.
   "Yes, I'm fucking you now, aren't I?" he asked, "Yes, fucking
you, and you're loving it. You like having my cock in your hot
cunt, you want me to fuck you hard...."
   "Yes, fuck me, keep fucking me, I love that cock, give me all
of it, shove it in, yes, fuck me, keep fucking me, fuck me,
keep fucking me...."
   And her thighs clamped against his sides and she began to
shudder and shake in a way Larry hadn't seen in six years; she
jerked and bucked and <screamed> through gritted teeth as she
came, pulling out the broiler drawer with a great clatter,
shoving it back in, screaming again, thrusting back against
that hard pole that was nailing her down, pushing her to the
floor.
   "God! Oh! Yes! Shit, fuck me, yes, fuck me, fuck me," and her
voice went down to a hiss, sibilants essing out with each of
his thrusts.
   "You're so hot," Larry whispered in her ear, "your cunt is
hot and slick, you're coming for me, coming with me, you love
being fucked, don't you, yes, you're my whore, my cunt, yes,
you love it, god, I'm fucking you hard, fucking you..."
   The pressure beneath his balls increased; he could feel his
jism building up, and didn't want to hold it off any longer.
"I'm going to come inside you soon, I'm going to come in that
hot cunt of yours, wide open, yes, wide open cunt, I'm coming,
I'm coming...."
   Alice fell over another edge, and her cunt wall clamped down
on his pistoning prick like a velvet vice, milking it,
uncontrollably, as she came with him. He hollered out <"Yes!
God, yes! Oh, fuck, yes!"> as he came, and her words echoed with
his:
   "Yes, fuck me! Fuck me! Aaaaah! Yes! Yes!"
   Then Larry collapsed limply on top of her, lungs heaving,
prick throbbing, throbbing as it slowly shrank out of her quim.
They quietly held each other, still amazed at what had
happened. Yet how could they talk about it? Did they need to?
   Alice's questions were answered when Larry snorted a chuckle.
"Wow," he said, "and all I wanted was shampoo."
   They both laughed, the kissed each other as they rolled
apart. "Dinner will have to be nuked again," she said. "Another
explosion took its place."