Rick's Wife Monica is a Bitch
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There were a dozen of us at the new rink, slipping and sliding around the slick surface, and it admittedly was a great deal of fun. I hadn't skated in years, so the legs were a little wobbly.
Around a turn I began to lose it, righted myself, and then started to fall backward when a good Samaritan kept me from banging my behind on the ice. Looking back at my savior, I gasp. "Rick!"
It was the flirty and wandering husband from the night before. "Hello gorgeous, glad to be of service. I was hoping to get my hands on you!"
Shaking my head, I began skating with Rick slipping beside me. We meandered through the skaters, circling the rink several times before grabbing a cup of hot chocolate. Sitting inside the warm clubhouse we spoke, laughed and got to know each other a lot better. Away from his wife, he was a charming man.
We spoke about work, mutual friends, likes and dislikes. I told him about my absent boyfriend Anthony, and he spoke about his wife Monica. "I know she's a bitch, but she really does have a sweet spot in her heart. I think she's bitchy because they taught her that in law school," said Rick with a smile. "They have to teach that crap. You know the joke, three lawyers jumped out of a plane, which one hit the ground first?.....Who cares?"
Old joke, but it still got a laugh.
Somewhere along the way he asked me to go for a walk, so we wandered through the facility and then toward the elevators which were originally designed to stop at only garage floors with access to the adjacent mall. As we approached there were a number of people waiting, and Rick whisked me toward the stairs. Once in the stairwell, we made our way down two flights before Rick stopped, turned and hugged me.
"I brought a gift, Robyn," said the guy with a smile.
"Oh, what it is?" I joyously replied, wondering what he was up to.
The guy reached into his jacket and pulled out a small package of condoms. Flavored condoms. "There is cherry, strawberry and banana, I thought you might like a choice. And I can't imagine you'd like the taste of plain rubber ones."
I began laughing like a hyena, the guy had balls, was cute, and, judging from the cock bursting against his pants against my thigh, had a package that needed delivery.
Now, mind you, I am not into casual relationships, one-night stands, quick off and ons. I might not be perfect, I've had a couple affairs with married guys including the older man in South Jersey I've been seeing for years. Still, I was tempted, maybe cause of his bitchy wife or maybe Rick was just too charming. But in any event, I asked where we could do "it".
How about here?
"In the stairwell, there will be a million people in here," I stammered.
Now way, he explained. "There is no exit after this one," said Rick, pointing up toward the seventh floor door. We came in on eight, where the rink is. That's new. And seven is open. But come with me and you will see nothing until the ground floor."
Darn if he wasn't right. We walked down to where the six, fifth and fourth floor doors should be and none were there. Indeed, this was a new stairwell, probably because of the new eighth floor facility of the Caps. We walked between the fourth and fifth floors, stopped, and hugged before Rick carefully pushed down on my shoulders. I immediately knew where I was going, and anticipated what awaited me.
Face-to-face with his zipper, I caressed the throbbing package inside. It was hard, and it needed to escape its confines. Lowering the zipper, I moved in on my prey, kissing his boxers which guarded his cock. And what a cock it was, twitching in my face. Reaching around, I grasp the elastic band and lowered his boxers and pants as his dick popped into view.
Nice!
It wasn't the largest cock I'd seen, I didn't have a tape measure but it was a little less than six inches in length sprouting out from trimmed dark hair and a large ball sack, but it was wonderfully curved and sort of bounced around in delight at seeing my face in front of it.
Remembering our game, but in the back of my mind worrying about protection, I asked for a condom. "How about banana for my banana," Rick joked.
"Hum, that's perfect."
I opened the packet and then slowly rolled the condom down his firm shaft, taking time to tug and pull a little to tease the wild man. Firmly in place, I lowered my head and licked from the base to the top, where my fingers held the dick. I licked up and down the rubber-encased cock for a minute or so, drawing gasps from above. It indeed was banana flavored, and wasn't real icky. For a rubber, it tasted, well, pretty good.
"Oh my, that's awesome," said Rick, "but stop teasing me. Suck my cock!"
Pulling back a little, I stroked his dick, and then asked him what it was he wanted me to suck.
"My cock, Robyn, my cock. Do it," he ordered.
"Yes sir!"
I opened my mouth and bent toward the dick, moving my lips around the tip a bit and sucking before sucking down the shaft. Um, it tasted pretty good, a lot different than a bare cock but a lot like sucking on a banana. Since I learned a little about sucking cock from a banana at a girlfriend's sleepover years before, this oral escapade brought back some great memories of a different time.
My mind wandered back to the bedroom in my teenage years when Ann and I sampled her mom's banana bunch, attempting to get the whole banana into our mouth and wondering if we were just stupid because we couldn't. Back then we thought blowing a guy meant taking the whole dick in our mouths --- it must have been the Linda Lovelace Deep Throat thing we had heard about from our older brothers or something --- but since neither of us had actually seen a dick let alone sucked one out minds were impressionable.
I thought of those nights while sucking Rick's dick, getting lost in the oral assault on his firm manhood. It was quite sexy being on my knees in a stairwell sucking a rubber encased cock, and my own blood began to boil as I sucked his dick.
My head bobbed and Rick's body rocked as his orgasm began building. He moaned as I sucked and enjoyed his cock.
Then his phone rang, breaking the spell. "Shit, I have to take this," whispered Rick, holding my head so I couldn't move off his cock. "Hello?...Hello honey....What?....I'm at the mall....Yes...Uh huh."
Well, if it wasn't wifey poo. How bad was this! I began sucking his cock in ernest as Rick attempted to keep his composure. He mentioned about getting her a present and said he'd meet her at Starbucks in the mall in an hour.
"That was close," said the guy as I continued to suck his rod. "She wanted to know what I was doing...I didn't exactly tell her the truth."
Just then we heard a door slam from above, along with voices and feet rushing down the steps.
I wanted to keep sucking but discretion won out as I popped to my feet .and Rick secured his clothing. It was a good thing because 30 seconds later a young guy came bouncing down the stairs. "Where's the door?" he asked.
Rick answered. "Don't know, but we are going up to get out. I think there must be one down below."
The guy nodded, and I couldn't help wondering if he saw the empty rubber packet on the floor near us. Damn, a perfect reason why we shouldn't litter.
As the guy sauntered down the steps Rick pulled me to him and held me close, mentioning as if I didn't know how close that was. "There were a lot of people so they must have gotten off at seven and he thought he'd beat them down or something. But that was the wrong time for him to come. You felt incredible," said the married man.
Rick held me close, his hand wandering down my jeans and under my panties to my ass. "I love your ass," said the guy, playing with my o-rink Victoria's Secret polkadot thong. "It felt great in your dress last night and it feels wonderful right now. You must work out a lot to keep it in this great shape."
Hum was about all I could manage, as my head was thinking about his cock, the banana rubber (did he still have it on?) and his bitchy wife. Oh, and the wetness in my panties. Yes, I was hot as a firecracker. In any event, we held each other for a while and Rick continued to massage my ass.
"We only have a few minutes, Robyn, but I have to fuck you."
I can't believe I said it, but all I could manage was "I know."
He reached around my front and unbuttoned my jeans, reaching in and caressing my pussy under my cotton panties. His fingers danced around down there, causing me to gasp. He had me where he wanted me, wanting him inside me. It didn't take long for him to take advantage of the situation. He lowered my jeans to my knees and then slowly slid down my pink polka dot panties.
Turning me around, he told me to reach over and hold the hand rail on either side of the wall at the turn in the stairwell. I assumed the position as he pulled my midsection back a bit, moving my legs away from the wall to ease his entry. I worried at first he might think this was an okay for some backdoor action, but that wasn't on his mind apparently.
He slowly fingered my pussy a little more before reaching back and grabbing his rubber encased dick. He maneuvered me a little so he had better access, and then slid his cock up and down my wet slit from behind. From this angle I couldn't move much without risking a fall, so I merely held the banister and kept my ass as high as I could.
Rick continued to rub his cock on my pussy. It was incredible. I was so hot. "Fuck me, Rick, fuck me with your dick, give me the big banana," I whispered as he quickly complied.
He did, but it wasn't easy. Oh he got in me a couple times, but from the wrong angle and quickly popped out. It wasn't until I sort of suspended myself by holding the hand rails and bending my ass way back that he was able to enter deep enough to stay inside me. Once entwined through, it felt great.
"Do you like them, they're not too small, are they?" David's hands rose of their own accord, but she stepped away with a happy little laugh.
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Keywords: a, Rick's, Monica, Bitch, Wife, is,