“RUPERT!”
He jumped hearing her shout his name, possibly for the 10th time.
“Sorry, I was thinking…”
“Dear, I can take your soul, clean it and return it to you, so you can concentrate on listening to me. Do you want me to take care of you now?”
This probably was and was going to be the hardest “No.” escaped from his mouth, in his life. He wanted her not to take his soul only, he wanted her to take him completely at that moment. But he was a man of mission and he had his walls in his head. If Greta was able to witness all these, she would kiss these ‘stupid’ walls of him with gratitude. Those walls were saving her marriage or at least preventing her husband from doing something wrong.
She collected herself and stopped torturing him in any way.
She asked him “Have you kissed her pussy?”
Rupert made a face as if this was disgusting and said “Why would I do that?” but not because he thought it was disgusting. He thought that she was going to reproach him. And he thought about the night before, when Greta made her kiss her pussy, when he loved to do it but decided that it was wrong.
“Why? Is her pussy too ugly or dirty?”
She saw his face, he blushed. Her pussy was beautiful, his face was telling her that. She didn’t wait for an answer.
“That shows how intimate you are. That you love her with all her parts. And, that leads to many things. Mark my words.”
“Such as?” he was curious.
“You’ll see. When you get the taste, you’ll visit that diner again.” she was smiling naughtily. She was happy doing that. She didn’t find a chance to talk to a person like that and she was feeling that she was like a mentor to this naive man. And also, she was imagining that wife of this guy thanking her for her guidance to their sex lives.
Rupert was still uneasy about these. This woman’s understanding of sex was clearly different from his and probably Greta’s. She was doing everything and it was natural that she saw all these as normal actions.
He wasn’t aware that he licked his lips when listening to her.
She told him again “Look, you will love it and it’s not wrong. I know lots of people like you. They ruin their marriages because of shitty rules in their heads or their inferior characters. She’s your wife and everything on her body is part of her. If you can kiss her hand and if you’re not disgusted of her pussy, then kiss it too, taste it. You won’t regret it. Let her kiss and do whatever she wants to do on your prick or body too. That’s also sex. Not only fucking. There’s only one person who has a say on that. It’s your wife.”
And she told him about foreplay and how it was important especially for women. He remembered last night. They did that to prepare her for him.
She used a pillow to show cowgirl and reverse cowgirl. Then she said “Watch this carefully.”
She put the pillow near the headboard “Assume that this pillow is your face.”, standing up and facing the headboard herself. She was looking at Rupert’s face when she was slowly lowering herself over that pillow. She was smirking to see how his face was changing. He was burning inside.
Rupert couldn’t breathe. He wanted this pillow to be his face. He wanted to be there, wanted to see her ‘vagina’ that close. He didn’t know what to do if he was there but he wanted to. He even stood up and took a step towards the bed unconsciously.
She knew he was in her palms at that moment. She was looking at his face, showing her confident control over him. She slowly covered the pillow with her crotch whispering him “Come, take a closer look.”
Rupert was near the bed, kneeling on its side, watching her beautiful pussy that was inches above the pillow. He opened his mouth to talk. His brain was giving a fight not to let him talk but he did “I want…”
She had lots of virgins groveling on the floor, kissing her feet, begging her to let them kiss her pussy. But this guy was different. She wanted him to beg her to let him take the place of the pillow. She wanted to make him beg her to do what he even didn’t let her wife do to him. It would only take a snap of her fingers. But was it worth? Just to feed her ego, to ruin a man’s dignity and probably harm their marriage?
She decided not to.
“Sweet Rupert, this isn’t about me. Believe me, if your wife was doing it right now, you wouldn’t be able to stand that long. Go to your corner! Chop chop!”
He was startled and he got up to move back.
Anita looked at him standing in the corner like a kid sent there by his teacher in the classroom and said “You’re grounded, naughty Rupert!” giggling.
He was thankful to that woman. It was like she spared his life. He really wanted to kiss her hands to thank her. And this was his second time in a week, being grounded by the hottest women he knew. Was there something wrong with him, giving them that idea?
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