On Wednesday I worked like a mare Nagy all day, but with the bitter knowledge that my reward would be infinitely smaller than what she received. Nevertheless, I tried to get rid of the assigned task that same day and I succeeded, albeit at the cost of not wasting time eating all day. With the good knowledge that I would not have to, as is my unfortunate habit, think about unfinished work at home, I fell out of the rut.
I bought some food on the way and then stuffed myself at home to make up for my nutritional deficit. With the vision of a wonderful, undisturbed vacation, I was finally able to reach for the book I had been reading, settle into my chair and let myself be drawn into the exciting plot of Dick Francis’s detective story Expert.
I had read about four pages when the sound of the doorbell interrupted me. I went to open it angrily, firmly determined not to comply with Eliška this time, no matter what she wanted. However, my resolve was thwarted, because my colleague Alice was standing at the door.
” Well, that’s a surprise! Come in,” I quickly invited her in.
“Why a surprise? We agreed on that. Or did you forget?” Alice asked in astonishment. She took off her shoes and at the same time gave me the opportunity to peek behind the neckline of her rather loose blouse. And there was something to look at.
“No, not really,” I tried to lie. “I just kind of forgot about it.”
“Why, please?”
“Well, you know,” I began to squirm, “to be honest, I thought that you probably promised it under the influence of momentary emotions and that over time it would sink into your head and you wouldn’t come anyway. So I stopped thinking about it.”
“But I keep my promises… well… at least sometimes,” Alice softened her indignation at my explanation. “But now, now I’ve made up my mind and I hope you won’t back down from our agreement to share it,” she added with a stubbornness I didn’t expect from her.
We stood facing each other in the apartment hallway, looking at each other and suddenly falling silent, as if we didn’t know what to say or do. But it was my turn.
“I really meant it during the coffee, but I also thought it wouldn’t happen anyway. And now that you’re here out of the blue, I’m suddenly a little uncomfortable,” I said honestly, looking Alice straight in the eye.
“So am I,” Alice admitted openly. “And I’m also embarrassed to take my clothes off in front of you. Will you help me get over it?”
“Just a moment more and I’ll be in the same situation as you,” I said to my astonishment. “But there’s a catch to fulfilling that agreement. I don’t have any money and I don’t want to risk anything without them.”
“I do,” she said, reaching into her handbag slung over her shoulder. She pulled out a package and handed it to me.
I was surprised, but I didn’t show anything.
“You can use it,” I said quietly, “but not here, in the bedroom.”
I took her purse off her shoulder, hung it on a hanger, and hand in hand they moved to the scene of the next event.
We stood, somewhat embarrassed, facing each other on the couch, looking into each other’s eyes. I hugged her lightly and kissed her.
“If you have even the slightest doubt, just say so,” I whispered in Alice’s ear. “I never force anyone.”
“No. I want it. Just help me with it a little.”
“Okay.”
I pressed myself against her mouth again. She hugged me around the neck and pulled me close, as if that wasn’t enough for her. I lightly stroked her back and slowly moved forward to her breasts. He grabbed them and began to gently rub them.
“Your tits are amazing,” I emphasized their advantages. “I’ll come back to them,” I added, and moved my hands to her skirt, which I unbuttoned and let fall to the floor.
Immediately after that, I took off her blouse and then her bra. Round, firm apples peeked out, which were impossible to resist.
I fondled them for a while before I removed the last obstacle from Alice – her panties. Suddenly she stood naked in front of me and she seemed a little surprised that this was the case.
She didn’t know what to do with her hands, so I placed them on her only home clothes, her panties. She hesitated slightly, but slowly pulled them down. True, she tripped a little on the taut little guy, but she managed it just fine and the shorts ended up on the floor.
” Just touch it, don’t worry. And put that rubber raincoat on it right away so we can continue,” I urged her.
It seemed to me that her hands were shaking a little as she unpacked the box of primers. She took one out and put it on quite skillfully. And this very simple action seemed to blow away all the nervousness and shame she had perhaps felt up to that moment.
” I wouldn’t have thought of putting antlers on an old man. But today I’ll do it with pleasure, because who knows what kind of dick he’s with right now,” Alice said contentedly, as she lay down on the couch facing my erect cock.
“That really pleases me,” I said sincerely, stroking the fine hairs of her adornment. “You have a really beautiful pussy, a pleasure to look at. And I’ll explore it with great pleasure, too.”
I filled the space between her spread thighs and penetrated her on the first try. The first action movements brought me the pleasurable feeling that I was finally fucking a woman I had been thinking about for a long time and who had persistently rejected me. I also noticed that her clitoris was a little tighter than my wife’s or Eliška’s. It meant that she would excite me even more and I would soon come.
It was a nice ride. Alice tried to accommodate me in every way possible until we achieved perfect harmony in our movements. However, the pressure inside me had already increased so much that I stopped moving for a moment.
“Are you tired already?” Alice wondered and tried to continue with light thrusts.
“Oh no, I was just almost done,” I explained the necessary pause.
“I wouldn’t mind,” Alice consoled me. “I don’t usually have orgasms. If I’ve had five in my life, that’s a lot. I enjoy the sliding back and forth more, rubbing and caressing my Júlinka at the same time. That’s my pleasure,” she smiled sweetly. She stretched out her arms, pulled me onto her and hugged me tightly. “Now get going,” she urged me.
I complied. I began to thrust as hard as her grip would allow. After a minute of panting, my pulser quivered and a few pulses of energy started filling the rubber tank.
“I can feel it,” Alice cheered. “I can feel it twitching inside you and splashing out of it. Too bad it has to go into the rubber,” she lamented. “When I think about how it would spill inside me…”
“Then you’ll have to use other means,” I commented on the last unfinished sentence. I carefully pulled out the filled case.
” Are you ready?” Alice said discontentedly.
“I won’t lie on you until morning. I’d still be putting down roots. Can you imagine what it would look like if we carried each other in front of us?”
Alice burst out laughing uncontrollably.
“That… that… by my… imagination…” she stammered, “it’s not… a problem.”
She rolled around on the bed laughing and didn’t even notice when I left to take out the trash and polish the utensils.
When I returned to the bedroom, she was still twitching, but she was already aware of her surroundings. I lay down next to her and started stroking her body. She purred contentedly.
“You know,” she blurted out suddenly, “I wish you were my lover.”
“Hmm,” I shook my head, “but that’s not possible.”
“Why!?”
“First of all: I don’t have the time or money for a lover. Second: I have nothing against having sex somewhere else once or twice a year, but only to confirm that I have the best I can have at home. And third, and this is the most important: you wouldn’t solve your problem by doing so, you would only complicate it. In my opinion, you should get a divorce, find a man and, after you’ve tried him out, marry him. But I don’t want to lead you to do anything I said.”
She looked at me in surprise and then sighed.
“I probably shouldn’t have said that, huh? Well, I guess it’s best if I go home.”
She got off the couch and started to get dressed.
“I didn’t mean to touch you,” I said quietly.
“You didn’t touch me,” she smiled weakly, “you just might have spoiled the atmosphere a little. And you might have put a bug in my head.”
She paused for a second and then looked me straight in the eye.
“Today wasn’t the last time, was it?” she asked with both concern and hope for the future development of our relationship.
“No,” I reassured her, “we just won’t look for it, but we won’t resist the opportunity either. It won’t be tomorrow, maybe not in a week, and maybe it’ll take a year. But we’ll definitely do it again.” I stood up and kissed her lightly. “I promise,” I said seriously.
Her face brightened.
“I’ll think about you every day,” she assured me. “Now go and kick me out,” she added, completely satisfied that she had achieved her goal.
I pulled on my shorts and walked Alice to the door. I spent the rest of the day reading and watching TV. But before I fell asleep later, I was strangely thinking about her.
I spent Thursday and Friday living a peaceful life, only dealing with my hobbies outside of work. Even Eliška didn’t show up. I attributed this to the fact that she still had things to do with organizing the household. But on Saturday, it started to bother me that, with her sexual desire, she wouldn’t find an excuse to visit. So I decided.
I remembered how she asked me if I would surprise her and seemingly rape her, and I, the idiot, promised to do so. Now it came in handy. I quickly brought the bamboo stick into the full field and, holding it in readiness with my hand, rang the bell at Eliška’s door.
The sight of me literally shocked her. I burst in, quickly reached under her skirt and quickly pulled her panties down to the ground.
“Ji… Jirka, right!” she moaned in utter dismay.
“You wanted it, you’re going to have it. Lie down on the floor,” I ordered her roughly so that I wouldn’t fall out of her assigned role, and pushed her down even further.
“Jirka, no. I don’t want to,” she protested again, but the second push forced her to lie down. I lifted her legs, knelt between them, pulled her to me and immediately plunged the hard syringe into the bottomless cistern.
“Jirka, I’m serious, I’m not. Stop, please,” she begged, but at the same time she didn’t resist in the least. “I… I…”
“Who is it, mom?” a female voice called from somewhere.
I looked in that direction. A shaggy head peeked out from behind the living room door, immediately screaming that she was going to call the police, and then disappeared.
“No, no, Eli, don’t call anywhere!” Eliška screamed desperately. “Do you hear? Don’t call anywhere, we agreed on this.”
She tried to push me away, but I wouldn’t give in and kept pushing regardless of the situation. She understood that I meant to see this ‘quasi-rape’ through. So she decided to hurry it up. She wedged my legs behind my back and started pushing against me.
“Eli, Eli, can you hear me? We have an agreement!” she continued to try to prevent a catastrophe.
The shaggy head peeked out of the door again, followed by the rest of her.
“What do you have…?” She spelled out the question in disbelief.
“Well, agreed,” Eliška confirmed what Eli had already heard. “He’s just fulfilling the promise he made me when I asked him to,” she explained and stopped pushing so she could speak more easily. She left me to fiddle around alone. “It was supposed to be a surprise and I’ve been waiting all week for him to come. He’s our neighbor across the street, but I forgot to go to him yesterday and tell him you’d arrived. So we’re all surprised.”
She finished her speech and at that moment all her inhibitions seemed to fall away. She pulled me onto her and, in a tight grip, writhed beneath me like a ferret. The junior watched with wide eyes as I fucked her mother, unable to say anything.
“Don’t you feel stupid, watching your mother fuck?” Eliška said with difficulty, when she became aware of her daughter’s presence with some secret sense. On the one hand, it really bothered her, but at the same time it excited her immensely.
“So, Mom! I don’t recognize you,” Eliška Junior finally recovered. “You can’t help but stare at that,” she continued honestly. “I’ve always wondered who I’m so crazy about. Now I know,” she said, continuing to stare fascinatedly at our thrashing bodies.
Eliška suddenly screamed, gasping, and trembled in a wonderful climax, multiplied by my ejaculations. It only took a moment for me to completely fill the emulsion tank full of squirming crumbs. Nevertheless, I continued pumping until Eliška’s thrilling feelings of sweet ecstasy faded.
I slowly stood up, not trying to cover my withering penis, from which a drop of a mixture of pussy juice and semen still dripped here and there. Only now did I have the opportunity to properly examine Elisha’s successor. In shorts and a fitted T-shirt, emphasizing her firm breasts, she was all mom. The protruding swollen nipples clearly spoke of her strong excitement. She looked at me with an equally excited look. I smiled at her.
“It was an immense pleasure to meet you, young lady,” I said, tucked my penis into my shorts and, without looking back, walked calmly and majestically home.
