“The mission…” she murmured.
“We can use that position, if you want,” he whispered back.
“Mission, not position. Mission.”
“If you want me on top, that's fine, too.”
“Mission, not missionary.” For a guy with so many talents, he could sure be dense sometimes.
“I don't care what we call it.” He started easing the zipper of her unitard downward. “Just as long as we do some of it soon.”
Oh hell, why not? Frank was just taking his place between his wife's legs, and she could watch and get more and more excited, or she could let Jason scratch what itched. Frank and Louise had both had orgasms already and would probably take their time. She and Jason could work in a quickie without the other couple even noticing. She let Jason continue to disrobe her, bending to remove her boots until she only wore her mask. Now, he helped her to rise and slid his arms around her again. With her back to his front, she could watch the fucking in front of her while pressing her ass against a huge erection behind her.
Jason took advantage of her nudity to cup her boobs and rub his thumbs over the nipples. They hardened into sensitive points as he kneaded her flesh. He could work her buttons, and he did it, releasing one breast so that he could lower his hand over her abdomen and into the hairs that covered her pussy. Her clit knew what was coming and responded by swelling. When he touched it, she whimpered as moisture collected there.
“I love it when you do that,” he said in the low, soft voice that said S-E-X.
“Do what?”
“Make that noise,” he answered. “It tells me I'm doing something right.”
“You don't do much wrong.”
“I'm going to remind you of that.”
“Don't develop an ego,” she said. “Just touch me.”
“Oh, yeah.” He stroked her hot spot gently but constantly until she wavered, her knees threatening to fail her. He caught her around the waist and kept right on driving her nuts with his finger. He'd continue until she climaxed. Another time, she'd let him do it, but she'd have to have her wits about her when Frank finally finished with Louise. So, as much as it nearly killed her to stop him, she pushed his arms away from her and shook her head to regain some control.
Now she could spend time making him crazy for a while. She turned and slithered down his body, finally kneeling between his feet. His erection pushed against his superhero costume just about at her eye level. Few sights warmed her heart and other body parts more than Jason's cock in an agitated state. His fly opened easily...all the better for a man in his line of work...so she soon had his hot goodness in her hands and could pop the end into her mouth like the man-candy it was.
And he thought he knew how to make her body hum. Well, he did, but she could do the same thing to him. A good deal all around.
This time, he wavered as she swallowed more and more of him. No one tasted like this man. No one satisfied her like the guy who'd started thrusting slowly. No one fit her as perfectly as her Jason.
Wait a minute...her Jason? He wasn't just pleasing her body. He was messing with her hormones and could scramble her brains in a way that would become permanent if she weren't careful. No time to worry about that now, though. Her pussy wouldn't give her any peace if she didn't have a piece of him in the next few moments. So, when he moaned and followed that with a low growl of excitement, she rose, took his hand, and led him to the hassock she'd vacated a few minutes earlier. By bending over it and spreading her legs, she offered him a view of her ass and the lips of her sex.
He didn't need a second invitation but knelt next to the hassock and eased the head of his member inside her. His size never failed to surprise her, no matter how many times they'd made love...er...had sex. Sex, sex, sex. Though she'd become moist already, the passage of his cock inside her still created a delicious friction. He started in a steady rhythm. Oh, yeah, the deep in-and-out that could make her weep with its perfection. Then, he stopped. Stopped?
Sonofabitch. The next thing she knew, he was lifting her butt up into the air, his arms wrapped around her thighs. He didn't even remove his cock from her chamber but pulled her upwards as he rose to his feet. She hung nearly upside-down, her elbows resting on the hassock. Now, when he flexed his hips, driving himself into her, he really, really nailed her. She sure as hell hadn't taught him that. She hadn't even thought it up herself. Was he practicing on some other woman, and who was the lucky bitch? Not that she was jealous, but he worked for her, damn it.
She'd have to ask him later because even with all the blood rushing to her head, her pussy had sure awakened and taken notice. She was going to come, and how. Sooner, rather than later. Harder and fast, rather than ho-hum. Holy shit.
“Don't stop,” she whispered. “Just...don't...stop.”
“Can't.” He plowed into her with a fury that pushed her right over the edge into a climax that started in her sex and radiated out to every inch of her body. She came with powerful contractions of her muscles around his rod while the ecstasy blew her out of the real world into one filled with red hot lust. After long seconds of withstanding that, he roared and jerked her upward, pushing himself into her as far as he'd go. Talk about your simultaneous orgasm....both of them rocked to the marrow of their bones. Sharing something uniquely their own. They might never get quite back to this level again but would happily try over and over again.
He couldn't quite endure it well enough to remain standing, though, and the two of them fell back down onto the hassock. Pretty undignified, but who cared as long as he was still embedded inside her so that her aftershocks continued to grasp at him? She'd tell him to get the hell off in a minute...just as soon as she could speak again.
When she finally managed to turn her head, she found Frank and Louise lying on their sides with Frank's arm curled protectively around his wife. Both of them gaped openly at Jason and her, their mouths hanging open. You could hardly blame them. They'd just witnessed something most people didn't even contemplate.
“Holy…” Louise said.
“I didn't think that was possible,” Frank added.
“Well, let that be a lesson to you,” Felicity said as she elbowed Jason in the ribs. She'd let Frank and Louise try to figure out what kind of lesson that sexual display that might be, but there had to be something of value to learn in there if it had felt so fucking good. When Jason still didn't move, she poked at him again. “You can get off now.”
He finally rolled onto the floor, moaning. Not exactly the image a superhero wanted to present to the people he was rescuing, but at least, he still had his uniform on. By contrast, Felicity discovered when she sat up that she had the outline of the edge of the hassock impressed into the flesh of her breasts. She got naked in front of her clients all the time, but she usually had some control over herself.
“Well, then…” She cleared her throat. “How are you feeling?”
“Oh, man.” Jason groaned.
“Not you,” she said. “Frank and Louise.”
Frank stared down at his wife for a minute, his expression sheepish. “I guess I acted pretty selfishly.”
Louise rolled onto her back and smiled up at him. “I forgive you, huggy-bear.”
“Aw, honey-pot,” Frank said. “I don't deserve you.”
Felicity held up a hand. “We don't need to start that up again.”
Frank blushed. “You're right.”
Felicity rose and found her clothing. As she dressed and sat to pull on her boots, Frank and Louise got into their own clothes, and Jason finally managed to haul himself off the floor. Everything back to normal, if having two superheroes in their family room happened every day. At least, Frank didn’t have that vacuous smile on his face any longer.
“Okay, Frank,” Felicity said. “Spill. How did Sylvester get you into his group and keep you there to the point of not having sex with your wife?”
“I answered an ad for male self-enhancement,” he answered.
“Not one of those spam-things,” Louise said.
“Dumb, dumb, dumb, but I did,” he answered.
Oh, brother. Sly had his messages mixed in with the ones from African princes and lottery winnings notices. Millions of people got those every day. If only a few responded, that made a hell of a lot of potential suckers.
“It was local and free,” Frank went on. “I figured it couldn't hurt to try.”
“Did it work?” Jason asked.
“I thought so. Maybe he used an optical illusion, but it seemed as if my thing got bigger.”
Louise put her hand on his arm. “You never needed any enlargement to make me happy.”
“I know that now, muffy-love, but we've been married a long time. I thought we could use some pizzazz,” Frank said.
“We got pizzazz, all right.” Louise gazed at her husband with an expression just dripping with lovey goo. Felicity needed to get out of here before all the sugar gave her cavities.
“If I start going to a gym, maybe we can try that maneuver The Piston did,” Frank said.
“Better leave that to the professionals.” Felicity tapped Jason on the shoulder. “Our work is done here.”
“I'll warm up the Slutmobile,” Jason said.
“Just one more thing.” Felicity turned back to Frank. “Where does Sylvester hold his meetings?”
“Bank conference room downtown,” Frank answered.
“A bank conference room?” Felicity repeated. Sly was a creative thinker, but giving lessons in whacking off at a bank? He really had no shame at all, which made him a great lover and an even better scam-master.
“That made it seem on the level,” Frank said. “What could go wrong at First Universal Fidelity?”
“What, indeed?” She wasn't about to start making jokes about penalties and early withdrawal. “Well, thanks for everything. I think we have a deposit to make.”
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