Made For Sex. Joan Elizabeth Lloyd
want you, you know.” Not giving the flash of panic she saw a chance to blossom, Ronnie reached for Tim’s already-hard cock. She unwrapped the condom she had dropped on the table earlier and slowly unrolled it onto Tim’s hard cock. “Cold?”
“Yes,” he said. “And very exciting.”
“Let me share it.” She rubbed the end of his cold, wet prick over her wet pussy. “Ummm, it is cold. And I’m so hot for you.” She positioned his erection between her inner lips and arched her back. His cock drove into her. “Hold still and let me,” she said, squeezing her vaginal muscles and watching the pleasure clearly visible on Tim’s face.
She turned and pushed him back so his head rested against the back of the sofa and he was half sitting and half lying. “Hold still and just feel.” She sat on his lap and impaled herself on his shaft. She used her thighs to raise her body, then drop, over and over, altering the speed and depth to suit her desires.
“Oh Lord,” he moaned. “I’m going to shoot.”
“Not yet,” Ronnie said as orgasm built deep within her. “Hold completely still and feel, but don’t come.” When she felt him twist, she snapped. “Don’t move and don’t come!” He opened his eyes and stared at her. Slowly a smile spread over his face and he nodded.
She settled in his lap barely moving, his cock deep inside of her. “I’m going to come and I want you to share it.” She took Tim’s hand and touched her clit. Waves of pleasure started at her toes and deep in her belly and washed over her body ending in her pussy. “Feel,” she yelled.
Her orgasm clutched at his cock, drawing his climax from him. “Yes. Now!” she groaned. “Do it.” He thrust upward once, twice, then came, hard. Almost without movement, their mutual orgasms continued for long seconds. Ronnie collapsed pulling Tim with her and they dozed, tangled together.
Later, Tim stretched. “That was amazing.”
“It certainly was. You were perfect.”
He sighed and smiled. “We were perfect. I never knew making love could be so wonderful. Can we do this again sometime soon?”
“As long as we don’t get confused. I enjoy fucking you, and we’re friends. But that’s all. Jack and I have a special thing and I love him very much.”
“I understand. I can keep everything in perspective. Okay?”
“Okay. And you’ll take some pictures of me sometime?”
“I’d love to.”
An hour later, Ronnie arrived home to find Jack waiting for her. “How did it go, love?” he asked.
“It was fabulous and I think very…how should I say it…educational. How are you?”
“You know, I’m surprised at how I am. I’m great, and horny as a goat just thinking about you with that boy.”
Ronnie grinned. “Well, we could go upstairs and work off that excitement.” She walked over to Jack’s chair, knelt between his knees, and unbuckled his belt. As she unzipped his fly she brushed his hard cock. “Or maybe we could stay right here.” She separated the sides of the fly in his shorts allowing his hard cock to spring forth. “What’s your pleasure?”
“You’re my pleasure,” Jack said softly. “So much pleasure.”
Ronnie made a tight ring of her index finger and thumb and slowly slid that ring down the length of Jack’s cock. With her fingers tightly encircling the base of her husband’s cock, Ronnie licked the tip with the point of her tongue. Then she kissed the tiny hole in the end. “Your cock is so hard—like warm velvet over steel.” She sucked the end into her wet mouth and slowly slid the length of it into her throat.
Jack watched his wife’s head bob in his lap, unable to control the frantic excitement bubbling inside him. His hips bucked and his hot come tried to rush through the tight ring of her fingers. “Oh babe, let me. I’m so horny.”
“Let you come?” she said, letting her breath cool Jack’s wet cock. “Release my fingers?”
“Yes.”
She sucked in his cock and then pulled back. “Say please.”
“Please, babe.”
Ronnie released her fingers and took Jack’s entire thick cock into her mouth, sucking and flicking her tongue over the tip. Almost immediately hot come filled her mouth. As fast as she swallowed, some thick liquid escaped from the corners of her mouth.
When Ronnie had licked all the stickiness from Jack’s cock, she sat back and said, “Now, let’s go upstairs and we’ll make love nice and slow.”
Jack grinned his agreement.
Three days later, Ronnie stormed to the door, waving an envelope, as Jack arrived home. “You’ll never believe what came in the mail today.”
Jack could tell she was furious. “Calm down, babe, and tell me what happened.”
“TJ sent me a check for three hundred dollars and a thank-you note for the evening I spent with Tim.”
“So why are you so angry?” Jack said, dropping his briefcase on the hall table.
“I didn’t do this to get paid. I feel like a whore.”
“But he was going to pay a prostitute anyway. Why shouldn’t you take the money?”
Ronnie released her breath. “I am not a whore.”
“No one said you were.”
“But doesn’t this make me one? Sex for money.”
“Stop being judgmental,” Jack said walking into the kitchen. “You had fun, Tim had fun, and TJ was delighted with the way everything turned out. And Tim’s a better person because of your help. Right?”
“Yeah, but….” She was flustered.
“Don’t but me. How can this be wrong when no one’s been hurt?”
“But I’m not a…” Ronnie paused.
“Hooker, call girl, prostitute, whore?” Jack said. “Words. Just words with all kinds of bullshit behind them. Stop using labels and think. Was anyone hurt?”
“No.”
“You performed a service, and did it well. Right?”
“Yes.”
“So you should be rewarded. Of course, you could send the check back….”
“I could.”
“But you don’t want to. So the end result is that you had fun and got paid for it. A dream job.”
“I guess I never thought of it that way.” She dropped into a chair. “God, I did have fun.”
“And so did we that night, if you remember.” He groaned loudly and pressed a hand against the small of his back. “Our acrobatics almost put me out of commission for good.”
Ronnie laughed. “You’re right, you know. I am being silly.” She stared at the check. “Three hundred dollars for having a good fuck. Seems almost too good to be true.”
“So buy yourself something extravagant. Buy some sexy lingerie and gift wrap your gorgeous body for me.”
“I could squander this. It’s like found money.”
“Yes, it is. You know,” he paused, “my clients are sometimes out-of-town visitors who need to be entertained. Dinner, a show, intelligent conversation, and afterward…well, that’s between the client and his date. If you think you’d like to earn some extra money….”
“Prostitution?”
“Fun and games and a little cash on the side. And only if you