Rick's Wife Monica is a Bitch
Keywords: a, Wife, is, Rick's, Monica, Bitch,
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"Naughty, naughty! No touching, remember?"
She slid her hands down to her pussy, bringing his eyes with them. The thong was not much cover, her think black bush showing clearly through the transparent material. She slid the material to the side. "The hair is a bit long, here, I think. I was going to trim it, but I didn't get around to it. I thought it would be easier to go down on me if it was shorter, - or maybe shaved, - what do you think?"
She didn't wait for an answer, but kept her hands working in her luxurious bush. "It's easy to find my pussy, though, she said, - it's right here." She spread her plump lips, revealing her coral interior. Her fingers dipped into the opening and she pushed them in and out for him. I don't have a very big clit, though. I know where it is, but no one else seems to find it. Isn't that strange, - it's right here." A small fiery nubbin came into view and she stroked it gently.
"It's very sensitive you know, even if it isn't very big." She proved her point by rubbing it some more. Her knees shook and her skin flushed as she pleased herself.
"You look like you're hot, too, David," she gasped. Don't you want to get more comfortable?"
David shed his clothes quickly as she stepped back out of his way, still touching herself. He sat back down in the chair, his steel hard dick bobbing with every furious beat of his heart. He took it in his hand and spread the copious pre-cum over the head.
"Oh David, that's so hot! Please cum for me, - please… I'll cum for you…"
Together they masturbated openly, their eyes roving over the other's body, catching the eyes for an intense look before going back to where the action was. David was close before he started, so it didn't last long. With a hoarse shout he came, in a great spurt that shot across the gap and landed on Claire's left breast. The second went in his hand as he clasped himself to intercept the eruption.
"I want to see it!" cried Claire, almost in desperation. He took his hand away and let the rest go on the floor. It was enough to bring Claire over the top. She gave a deep gasp and held her breath as she shook all over. Her knees became wobbly and her face was read as a beet as she came. After what seemed as an orgasmic eternity, she fell back in the sofa, with a happy, tired look.
"That's the second time you have made me mess this carpet," said David with a rueful smile. "I had to get myself off after you left the last time."
"Claire's face lit up. Did you really?" she said happily. That's so hot! God, I loved this! I was more excited than I can ever remember." She drew a deep breath and looked down on herself, noticing his cum on her breast for the first time. Slyly she reached out and scooped it up. "Just a souvenir of the last time together," she said and brought it to her lips. "I knew you would taste delicious", she said regretfully. "To bad we…"
"You must NEVER tell Tim about this", they both said at exactly the same time, and laughed.
"I guess we agree on that, said Claire. They looked at each other, as if to burn the memory in their brains. Then, with a sigh, they started to dress, in an odd hast, as if already regretting what they had done.
"Are you sorry we did this?" said Claire when they were once again fully clothed. "I know I should be, but I don't regret it. It was unbelievable, and I don't expect anything like this to happen to me again, ever. Lucky you, you can enjoy this sort of thing whenever you want. Why couldn't it be you I married?" She stopped suddenly, holding her hand over her mouth as if to stop the words. It was too late, - they hung in the air as a physical presence.
"No I don't regret it, Claire," said David gently, even if I too know we shouldn't have done it. This was something I will always treasure. It's hard to think of you going back to your problems and Tim, but we can't do this. You took your marriage vow, and I was best man, - and even if it sucks, it has to be.
They parted gravely, still not touching. Claire walked out the door, turned once to look at David, then walked off without a goodbye.
* * * *
Next day's phone call from Tim was different, to say the least. He was shouting into the phone, incoherent with anger. "Shit," thought David, "how could he have found out? Why the hell did she tell him after all?"
"Calm down, Tim! I can't understand a word you're saying. Let's talk about this calmly."
"Calm?! You want me to be calm?! I'll give you calm. You don't understand what she has done to me!
"David felt as if he might be getting off the hook. "What don't I understand? Can't we just talk about this?"
"That – SLUT! - She has done it to me again, and I wasn't even there this time. I thought she had changed, but it's all the same all over again. I'll kill her, Dave, I swear I will!"
"Are you going to tell me what this is about, or just rant and rave over the phone. It can't be all that bad!"
"Bad? Bad?" Tim sputtered. "She has been giving blowjobs in public, that's what she has been doing. I hate her, the slut!"
"Don't call her a slut, Tim, She did it for you, for Christ's sake!" David couldn't pretend any more.
"The sudden silence on the phone was deafening. "You knew?" Tim's voice was strangely muted. "Why didn't you tell me, for fuck's sake Dave? You are supposed to be my friend! How could you know this and not tell me. Don't you think that's what a friend would do?" He was working himself into a rage again.
David held the phone at arms length while Tim ran on. Every now and then he would say "Tim!" into the mouthpiece, but nothing could stop the tirade. Finally Tim petered out. After a long pause, he said "Dave, are you there? David? Talk to me, man! I need to talk to you! Christ, what am I going to do? She is a slut, man, what am I going to do?"
"Can we talk now, Tim? Are you going to listen this time?"
"Yeah, yeah, I'll listen, although I don't know if I want to listen to you, you traitor. How could you not tell me something like this?"
What I did, Tim, was what a real friend should do; I tried to fix the problem, rather than make things worse." Tim made sputtering noises, but David didn't want to let him get started again. I blackmailed her, Tim, that's what I did, - pure and simple. Didn't you wonder how easy it was to get her to change and be nice to you? Well that was her price to pay for my silence! I did it for you, do you understand that, or are you too stubborn to get it?"
There was a long silence as Tim digested this information. David decided to hit him with the whole story. "She never wanted to do it, and she hated it, but she got you the contract you were so desperate to get. She saved your precious business and reputation, didn't she? You should thank her, for Christ's sake, not hate her!"
"I didn't ask her to go have sex with that creep, did I. I could have found a way; I had some other things going on, too. And don't tell me she didn't enjoy it. It's not the first time, you know, you didn't know that, did you? I tell you she'd a slut, and she disgusts me. How do you know she didn't enjoy it?"
"I was there, Tim, and I saw the whole thing. She didn't want to do it, I tell you, but that asshole wouldn't take no for an answer."
The shocks were getting too much for Tim. There was nothing but pain left in his voice. Why didn't you stop it, Dave? How could you just sit there and let her do it? Did she blow you too, maybe?" he said with a faint flare-up of anger.
"I didn't know it was her until it was all over, and then she ran out of the place like the devil was after her. But I know she didn't want to do it, just like she didn't the first time."
Tim hung up. David called his number at the office. "No he's just left. I think he was going out for a drink; he looked like he needed one. I guess he had a tough day, or something…"
David called Claire.
"Claire, - Tim knows! No, not about yesterday, he knows about the blowjob and Jim Evans! – Claire! - Claire, calm down! - Stop crying, Claire, and listen to me. I want you to get out of the house. I just talked to Tim and I don't think he is rational right now. He went out to get a drink, and I am worried about what will happen when he gets home. Grab some things and go check into a hotel somewhere, - not too close, OK. - Claire, you can do it, just give him some time, - I will talk to him tonight and get him to understand somehow. Just get out of his way for a while, OK? Leave a message on my answering service when you have checked in so I know where to find you. I'll contact you after I talk to him, OK? - Claire, - don't argue with me. – Yes, you will have to face the music sooner or later, just not right now, OK, just do it!
David waited in his car outside Tim's house for six hours, before Tim finally stumbled out of a taxi. When he saw David, he first tried to take a swing at him, and then collapsed in his arms. "God Dave, I'm drunk and I'm miserable, and I'm mad at you, you bastard"
Untold cups of coffee made no difference to Tim's state of mind or body and in the end David put him to bed and got ready to crash on the sofa. He didn't want Tim on his own the next day, hung over and probably mad again. He hadn't had a very nice day, but then again, neither had Tim, - or Claire. Oh shit, Claire. He called his answering service, then Claire's hotel. She answered on the first ring.
"David? - what happened, David? Are you OK? Is Tim OK?" Keeping his voice low, he brought her up to date, and told her that he would stay there and talk to Tim in the morning.
The next day started every bit as bad as David expected. Tim was a raging bull, but he didn't go beyond verbal abuse. Everyone involved got his ire in generous measure, - except himself. He was the innocent, injured party in his mind, and it took David hours to get a reluctant admission that Claire had done it to save his business, not because she was naturally promiscuous and was out for 'another fling'.
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Keywords: a, Wife, is, Rick's, Monica, Bitch,