No Holds Barred

Natty stood outside the bar, torn between the open car door in front of her and the thoughts of her husband pushing forward from the back of her mind.

Jerry, poor, sweet, boring Jerry had done nothing wrong, but equally had done nothing much right. She should've known she'd be faced with such a choice when she accepted Michael's invitation for drinks after work. Tall with a fiercely passionate frown, smoothly cut suits and a smoother laugh, he was now holding open the door, look at her quizzically as she stalled.

As if in answer to her question, rain began to pour from the Florida sky, a sudden torrent of sheeting water. She jumped forward into the passenger seat, staring at the pounding drops on the windshield.

Micheal opened the driver's door, looking across at her with dancing eyes. She already felt breathless. His face was not one she'd found attractive at first, dismissing him as too sculpted, his high cheekbones and dark lashes seeming out of place above a strong, jutting jaw. She couldn't remember the moment he'd morphed in in her head from the guy at the office who dressed too flashily to the face that haunted her fantasies. More than once, he'd interrupted her daydreaming at her desk, not knowing that moments before she was clutching his head between her spread legs, writhing against his surely skillful tongue.

And now, here she was, in his car, on the way to his apartment, knowing fully she was about to cheat on Jerry. He floated through her head in an abstract way as she imagined him clicking away on his laptop at home, completely unaware of the world around him. His hair was starting to thin, and the sight of his head bent over the keys, scalp beginning to peer through, was the most common view Natty saw of him.

She shook her head a little, as if to shake Jerry from her mind, but knew her cheeks were already glowing with guilt.

Micheal rested one hand on her knee, warmth spreading through her. “I can just drop you at your place, if you'd rather,” he said, but she knew he knew the pressure of his fingers against her skin made that impossible.

“No,” Natty replied, swallowing hard to gain a note of conviction in her tone, “I want this.”

Micheal smiled, patting her knee as though she were a well-behaved poodle. She wanted to smack him, slap him hard across the face and then fall to her knees to take him in her mouth.

His hand was back on her leg, stroking her thigh gently, melting her from the inside out. As his fingers climbed up toward her crotch, Natty drew in her breath sharply. She could see him grin out of the corner of her eye.

As they arrived outside his condo she thought for a second she should cover her face, and then dismissed it as ridiculous. It was dark anyway, and she followed him up the steps to the front door, missing the feeling of his hand on her. He'd hardly left her alone all night, making his intentions clear with grazing fingers along the back of her skirt, one hand on her knee underneath the bar table as though nothing was happening.

Micheal clicked open the front door, pushing it open for her to enter ahead of him. He closed the door behind him, looking Natty up and down as though he couldn't believe his luck. She watched his face, as excited as a kid about to unwrap a gift, and felt her chest rising and falling. Micheal's gaze lingered on her breasts, her bra just visible beneath her white button down shirt.

He fell on her suddenly, hungrily, his mouth at last covering her own, muffling her groans. Natty moved her lips against his, relishing the scratching of his scruff against her soft skin as he kissed down her neck. She unbuttoned her shirt, presented him with her round breasts, pushed up by the white satin bra. He buried his face in her cleavage, grabbing her ass and pulling her too him.

She felt herself giving in completely to him, his ferocious power overwhelming her. He picked her up easily and she wrapped her legs around him as he stumbled into his living room, dropping her on the couch. He pushed her skirt up, tearing off her pantyhose to get to her, unzipping his suit pants and pulling out his already hard cock. He couldn't even wait to pull down her panties, roughly yanking them to one side and plunging into her.

Natty cried out as he entered her, grabbing onto his shoulders as he thrust against her faster and faster. He was squeezing her ass with one hand, his other arm around her shoulders, crushing her to him, fucking her as hard as he could. Natty let him slam against her, moaning as he found places inside her she was sure had never been touched, pushing her hips up to meet his so he could plunge even deeper. His rhythm slowed slightly, his strokes becoming long, grinding forcefully against her until he shuddered, slamming the whole length of his cock right inside her as he erupted. She felt the hotness of his sperm spurt inside her as he collapsed on top of her, panting hard.

“Oh, Natty.” His breathing gradually returned to a normal pace as she stared at the ceiling over his shoulder. Micheal pulled out of her, his erection still strong, surveyed the scene, her clothing half off and twisted. He held out a hand for her to stand, then tenderly removed her blouse, unzipping her skirt and unhooking her bra with practiced ease. She tried not to think about how many times he'd done that as he led her into the bedroom.

“I'm sorry, Natty. I just lost control. You're so...I can't believe you're here.”

Natty lay down next to him, trying not to fold herself into any position that reminded her of Jerry. Micheal banished thoughts of her husband from her mind as he lowered his head to her breasts, taking her nipple between his teeth. He bit down, harder than she was expected, sending a thrill of pain and pleasure through her. He felt her jolt and placed one hand between her legs, feeling for her swelling desire. His fingers located the swollen bud, his touches floating over it lightly, making her gasp for more, thrust forward wantonly for him. He took her nipple in his teeth again, slapping his fingers gently against her clit. She shook with pleasure, groaning at his disciplined taps against her.

Natty could feel herself flooding with wetness, more soaking than she'd ever been before. Micheal continued his controlled caresses, guiding her to the edge and backing off. She reached for his cock again, wanting to give something back, to somehow reciprocate the mind blowing sensations. As she stroked the length of his hot shaft, Micheal groaned her name softly. Natty pulled him to her, wanting to feel him inside her again. Micheal grabbed her wrist, removing her hand from him and placing it above her head, taking her other hand and holding her down by the wrists, his strong fingers preventing her from moving.

With his other hand, Micheal guided his throbbing head between her lips, stroking up and down in the slickness. He pushed against her aching clit, exercising the utmost restraint as he rubbed his head back and forth over her, feeling the heat of her swelling against, stroking his cock back and forth. Natty could do nothing but spread her legs even wider, opening completely to him as she felt her orgasm building and building. Micheal watched her face, the frown flicker across it, and just as her muscles began clenching and spasming he drove his cock deep inside her, grinding his pelvic bone against her clit. Natty screamed at the force of him, lost in shaking, quaking, rolling as her world collapsed into pure dark joy with Micheal at the center. From far away, she could hear screaming continue, only realizing it was her own voice as she came back down, riding miniature waves of orgasm all the way to the end.

Only then did Micheal release her arms, caressing her face with gentle strokes. She looked up at him, wide-eyed.

“See, I told you drinks would be fun,” he said, laughter in his eyes.

Natty was still shaking. “Yeah...that was pretty fun alright.”

Unexpectedly, he kissed her mouth, pressing her to him softly, a world away from his pounding on the couch. She felt herself tingle all over, enjoying gently tugging kisses. He was still hot and hard against her thigh, but was focused solely on her mouth, darting his tongue inside gently and retreating, cupping her head in his hand. Natty felt every muscle in her relax, even her vagina opening and softening as his kisses continued. She shifted against him, moving her hips in line with us.

Micheal pulled back a little, looking into her eyes, questioning wordlessly. Natty nodded, letting her knees fall open again on the bed. A grin passed across Micheal's face as he shook his head in disbelief. He slid into her once more, slowly this time, inch by solid inch sinking into her smooth wetness. He started gliding in and out, and Natty moved with him, enjoying the slow sensation. She looked up at his face, his eyes closed as he lost himself inside her, in tune only with the rhythm of their groins rising and falling against one another.

Natty clenched herself around him, working his shaft to a more frenzied excitement, pushing up against him and gasping at his thrusts as he moved more quickly. She sensed him building, and suddenly she wanted to see it happen, wanted him to come all over her. “Come on me,” Natty whispered.

“What?” Micheal asked.

“I want you...to come on me.”

As the words escaped her lips surprise overtook his face and he stiffened, about to explode at her very request. He pulled out and spurted his hot jizz across Natty's breasts, a groan erupting from his lips at the sight. Natty arched her chest to him, letting out a soft moan as the hot liquid sprayed onto her. Micheal rocked back onto his knees, shaken.

“I was not expecting that.”

“I-I never did that before,” Natty confessed as he handed her Kleenex from beside the bed, mopping creamy white goo from her cleavage, “but I liked it.”

“Me too,” Micheal let out a gust of air, “me too.”

She balled the tissues, and sat up. “I should really be getting home.”

Micheal glanced over at her. “It is pretty late.” He paused for a moment, seeming to weigh his next sentence carefully. “I wish you could stay.”

“Me too,” Natty replied. She felt his eyes on her ass as she left the bedroom, stepping back into her underwear and pulling on her skirt. She hooked her bra back on and stood buttoning her blouse. She picked up the ripped pantyhose, motioning to Micheal for a trashcan.

“Just through there. In the kitchen. D' you want some water?”

“No, thanks.”

“Ok then. I'll drive you home.”

The drive was punctuated only by Natty's contented sighs, Micheal glancing over at her happy face. He stopped the car at the end of her street as she instructed, and she turned to him, arranged her hair, and kissed him on the cheek. He looked like he was trying to say something. “See you the morning,” she said, sparing him as the car door clunked close behind her.

Natty opened her own front door, dropping her keys in the iron pot in the hallway. Only a faint blue glow lit up the living room, and she entered to find Jerry hunched over the computer. “Hi honey,” she said, kicking off her heels, “how was your day?”