Night Music – 14 · Part 3 (3/3)
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When my tongue moved to the underside of Margot's breast, she threw her head back and moaned, legs quivering. At that positive feedback, I mercilessly flailed at the unexposed area of each breast with my tongue, keeping her sighing and moaning, either in, or on the verge of climax.
I eventually started to kiss my way towards her fragrant pussy. "Nooo… I want you _in_ meee," she whispered, grabbing my shoulders to stop my southward progress. Reversing directions and plans, my tongue sought her throat, first from outside, then by way of Margot's mouth. Her hands glided along my back and head, and she fought my tongue's advances with her own tongue. I entered Margot easily, quickly, aided by her excitement and her extreme lubrication. At my first easy thrust, Margot drove her hips upward, wrapping her legs around my back. "Ohhh…" she sighed, almost inaudibly. We made love without frenzy; our deep passion bubbled as opposed to exploding.
Margot gently raised her hips to me each time I would pump at her. My thrusts were slow, with a leisure to them that seemed not to disturb her. Her walls wrapped gently around my cock, providing a delightful friction without grabbing tightly. The only sounds were our quiet breathing, infre- quently interspersed with soft, dreamy sighs. My lover's green eyes burned into my brain, communicating the pent-up emotions and sensations she was releasing through our immoral coupling. "Ohhh… Ohhh… Oh-ohhh…" Margot sighed quietly, her voice going up an octave from her speaking voice. I felt her whole body vibrate, random muscles tensing and releasing swiftly. She was breathing rapidly, mouth open, eyes closed during her climax.
Margot relaxed and looked at me with shining eyes, making words super- fluous. She moved slowly, rotating her hips with me still moving gently in her. I stopped moving my hips up and down, changing to counter-circles. "Mmmm… Daaaviiidd…" she purred, opening her mouth and kissing me again. We did not gain any urgency in our movements, and I was still a ways off from the point of no return. I ceased my hips' movement, and Margot grabbed my ass, pulling me forcefully against her. The wiggle I managed must have done something for her, for Margot softly exclaimed, "Ye-ess!" It was the first time in our loving that she had made more noise than a whisper; it was still below full speaking volume.
A fine sheen of sweat broke out on Margot's face. I moved forward and kissed her, flicking my tongue in and around her mouth, tasting her salty skin. My cock was now sliding along the narrow ridge above the entrance to her vagina, and I was almost coming completely out of her. Margot started to tremble, and her breaths became louder with each sawing stroke. Her trem- bling increased in its intensity, and she was quaking after a few more sec- onds. Her mouth opened again, emitting a stream of very high pitched squeaks, and her legs tightened around my back. I was trying to remember every scrap of information I'd ever known about sex in an attempt to make up for her husband's neglect.
Margot was coming in little waves now, a result of the constant stimulation around her clitoris. Margot's body began to ripple, and she was drawing relatively loud, sucking breaths. I lost track of her as my reality warped. My body twisted and froze in contortion as I poured my release deep inside of her.
The world came back into focus. Margot sighed loudly, and her body ceased its undulations. She didn't let go of me, keeping her arms and legs wrapped around me, even as I slipped out of her. After a little while, Margot delicately stroked my back with her hands, and lightly ran her feet back and forth over the backs of my legs. I inhaled sharply, stimulated by the un- usual, but very nice sensation, and said, "Marg-"
"Ssshhhh. Don't say anything," she whispered, before showering my face and neck with kisses. It effectively cut off my thought as well as my speech. Sunlight streamed through the curtains, unevenly warming parts of our still-naked bodies. We rolled onto our sides and began kissing again. Our passion had not been extinguished, and the flames grew brighter anew. Margot pushed me on my back and started to kiss me harder, hungrily tasting my mouth. She wrapped one hand around my flaccid penis, caressing it to coax the blood back.
She pushed at my chest gently with the other hand while her tongue slowly continued to dance in my mouth. I twisted and turned my head, trying to find a still-undiscovered region in her mouth with my tongue. Her hand expertly slid along my lengthening rod, causing my hips to move up and down in rhythm with her strokes. I was gasping for breath and started to fuck her hand. Margot removed her hand, still keeping her tongue active around my mouth. As turnabout is fair play, I started to tease her swollen labia using my fingers. I stilled her little gasp of surprised pleasure with my mouth, setting off another round of long, slow, hard kisses. Margot responded to my manual stimulation by writhing and spreading her legs a little more. I slipped my middle finger into her.
Margot broke the kiss as her hips bucked, and she started to fuck _my_ hand. Her eyes closed one more time, and her body was completely sensitized to my every touch. I squeezed her nipples, rolling them between my fingers; she would lose her fucking rhythm against my other hand. I kissed and tongued her neck, eliciting soft, guttural moans from deep in her throat. I continued to push my finger slowly in and out, occasionally twisting it from side to side during its travels. The adulteress moaned in rapture, moving her hips so that the pressure of contact would be multiplied. Margot's hand resumed stroking my cock. I felt the vibrations of her moans resonate in my mouth as we kissed deeply.
My index finger joined its next-door neighbor and I fluttered my fingers, tapping them against the roof of Margot's honeyed cunt. "Ahhnn!" she grunted softly, body convulsing as her G-spot sent an urgent message to her brain. Margot slowed her rhythmic pumping, and I felt the internal massage commence around my fingers. My fingers slurped, displacing fluid each time they would reenter. She forgot all about my cock, my masturbation having interfered with the coordination and rudimentary thought she needed. Soon her body was an amplification of the actions of my fingers inside her.
I remembered reading about something called "The Gun"; I pointed my thumb straight up, curling my bottom two knuckles under in the shape of a gun. Margot could no longer keep her tongue working in my mouth; she was bound by the tension that I had been creating. Her body mirrored the state of her mind, and I knew that I should grant her her release. I closed my thumb on top of my fingers, trapping the area next to her clit between them. As my hand moved, so did her lips and clitoral hood. I started pushing against the top of her vagina, and her juices flowed freely, attaching gooey, fragrant strands to my fingers.
Her clit left its hiding place, and was rocked con- stantly by my manipulation of the skin around it. Margot bucked at my hand, groaning, "Do-o-o-o-onnn't st-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-opppp…" while I continued masturbating her. Her voice was as sweet and thick as the fluid that flowed over my hands, muted to a whisper.
I stopped eventually, because my hand and arm got tired. It was too soon for Margot. She complained, but I kissed her to quiet her. My lover swung one of her long legs across my body and resumed her masturbation on my thigh, smearing me with more of her excitement. The flush blossomed on her face, and her nipples stood proudly erect, straining forward. Climaxes thundered through Margot, who had just settled on my now-ready cock. She still moved slowly with a languid grace. Her movement did not reflect the depth or power of her passion. Margot was no longer on this planet; she roamed the galaxy of sexual abandon.
Words were useless at this point. Margot was panting softly, driving her hips against my pubic ring in search of the perfect coupling. I felt her ecstasy, too. It was a tangible thing, transmitted from her innermost depths via our intimate intersection. It filled my body as it filled hers. Her eyes spoke of a long-denied hunger, and the end of the hunt.
Margot wrapped her body around mine from above; her height enabled her to surround my senses. She was thrusting down at me with short, sharp strokes. My lover was still very quiet. An occasional panting breath would end in a small grunt. I didn't move at all while she continued our lovemaking. My body began to tingle, needle points of intense pleasure broke out all over my body. When I opened my eyes, all I saw was Margot. Face flushed with rapture, she filled my vision. Her soft panting was all I heard; she dominated my sense of touch and smell. I was completely lost in her, my loving, wondrous partner in unfaithfulness. Reality was torn to shreds, and my body jerked frantically. There was no sense of anything but extreme pleasure for a few moments.
Margot's tongue was the first thing I became aware of. Her long body rested on mine, green eyes looking at me intently while she kissed and tongued my chest. She moved and our mouths met for the ten thousandth time. Outside, the sounds of late Saturday morning began to fill the air. Margot idly ran a finger up and down my chest. "You have a wife to return to." That was the first thing she could think of to say???
Her lips caressed my neck. "I know — (kiss) — that we've had — (kiss), a wonderful — (kiss) — morning…" Whatever Margot was trying to say would wait as I wrapped my arms around her back and filled her mouth with my tongue. She eagerly responded, wrapping both arms around my head. Her face was turning pink again, but my attempt to initiate more frolics was cut off by a firm, but gentle push of Margot's hand.
"We've had a wonderful morning together, David. I needed someone to make love with again. It has been a long, lonely time," she said, turning away as she sat up.
"It doesn't have to stop here, Margot," I said, trying my best to sound suggestive.
"No, you're right, it doesn't," she replied. Yay! My joy was short- lived, because she resumed her thoughts, "But it _does_ have to stop for today." Margot stood up and walked away from the bed. "I wouldn't mind seeing you here in bed with me again. But that is something that you and Victoria will have to discuss. She told me that you have a somewhat open marriage, and I'm not sure what the limits are for 'somewhat'." Reading my expression, Margot said, "Don't look so shocked. We have talked about you look so shocked. We have talked about you _a lot_. I do know that Victoria loves you very, very much, no matter how she acts."
I looked at Margot questioningly. My attraction for her was noticeable again; neither of us had bothered to dress yet. "I will not be a safe harbor when your seas get stormy. Richard and I have had our difficulties in the past; we will have them again in the future," she warned. "I do not seek another man's comfort at every little problem; it's good advice for you, too." I had been secure in the knowledge that Margot wouldn't tell Victoria. The post-sex glow and the rising lust for more dissipated quickly now that I wasn't so sure. It was time to get dressed and go home. Margot and I shared one final long, wet, wet kiss before I left. "David?" she queried, freezing me in mid-turn at the door. There was a pause. "Did Victoria…"
It was my turn to interrupt. "No, Margot. What happened between us was just me and you. You are a very attractive woman. I just wish we could do it again."
Margot smiled. "As do I. Marriages that can't withstand one night of infidelity aren't very strong. But the even the strongest chain will break if it gets pounded enough. Maybe there will be another time for you and I. Victoria seems the forgiving sort." I left Margot, wondering if Victoria was indeed the forgiving sort. I mean, this was her _best_ friend I had just cheated on her with. Most of all, my wife hadn't been herself lately… Damn, that was a quick walk home.
I cautiously entered the house, alert for flying objects. I was greeted by complete silence. I tiptoed upstairs, nerves still on edge, guilt be- ginning to roast my heart. No sign of her. I went back to the first floor. She still wasn't around, so I checked the garage, and saw that her car was gone. I sat down, more agitated than relieved by her absence. I considered whether I wanted to be home when she got back.
The sun had started to descend towards the horizon, I had taken a nap, and my wife was still missing. I began to worry about her. Victoria had been moody of late to say the least, and I wondered what reaction my infidelity would provoke. Last night, she had basically told me and Margot that she didn't care one way or the other. That was then, this is after it has happened, and there's no sense in lying. Victoria wasn't born yesterday. I became positive that her absence was caused by my tryst with Margot. Within the next half-hour, I had convinced myself that she was gaining revenge with some stud or plotting my demise. Was she going to wait until the darkness returned her supernatural powers to kill me? Or was she merely planning a more conventional divorce? My racing thoughts of doom crashed to a halt when I heard a car horn in the back. I walked out to meet my fate.
Victoria got out of the car. "David, bring in the packages in the car please." Her tone was businesslike, commanding. She marched past me with a regal air. Oh well, at least she said please. She had shopped for more clothes by the look of the packages. They were all from a store I'd never heard of before. "I am upstairs, in the guest room. Bring them here," Victoria called. The guest room? I obeyed silently, not ready to discuss the day's events. After the second trip, I had all of the bags and boxes on the second floor. "Just sit them over by the closet. Then I have something to tell you."
Victoria went to our bedroom, while I finished stacking boxes. Finished, I went to meet her, my heart growing heavier with every step. She turned to face me as I entered the room. Her mouth opened as if to say something, but then she stopped, as if she had reconsidered. "Maybe you should sit down, David." Uh-oh. This was it. I swallowed hard when I sat on the bed.
"I have not been myself lately," she began. What an understatement. "I am sorry that I have driven you to other arms. I have never felt like this before, and I decided that something must be done." Victoria's brown eyes burned through me, lasers passing through the suddenly vacant space where my soul used to be. Her tone was grave, and my fears grew exponentially with each passing second. "So, I went to see a psychiatrist, hoping I would find out about my moods." My soon-to-be ex-wife paused and my heart sank, as my mind raced through visions of the shrink telling her to "dump that chump."
"He asked me some questions, and then he sent me to another doctor. I had to wait for while, but the other doctor saw me today, too. I am not com- fortable with doctors, there is too much that can be — difficult to explain. The other doctor took blood and — other things. I do not like that. But I wait, and I wait and finally doctor comes back." I was relieved to hear that she wasn't planning on killing me yet, but now I wanted to know what was wrong with her. Victoria waited, keeping me on pins and needles. Suddenly, her face broke into a giant smile, and her eyes laughed as she said, "I'm going to have a baby!"
"You're _WHAT_???" I gasped. I was glad that I was sitting down. My jaw hung limply from the bottom of my face. The mirror reflected the foolish- looking shocked man on the bed back at him.
Victoria danced happily around my stunned figure on the edge of the bed, kissing me frantically around the face when I didn't respond. "You are not happy?" she asked with concern. Truth to tell, I was elated. It was just that my brain was having problems communicating with my mouth. Tiny squeaks were all that I could produce from my vocal cords. It took a couple of passionate kisses from Victoria to get everything back in working order. I babbled hysterically at my wife for several minutes.
She grabbed me and we kissed each other deeply for a long time. "You don't know how happy I am to be having a baby," Victoria purred that night as we settled down to sleep. "It must be because you bit me while we were fucking, David. I do not think that we have been just unlucky in making baby before. We have tried so much," Victoria said. There was a touch of playfulness in her voice. We had gone hunting earlier, and I had fussed at her over the quality of victim she had picked. She laughingly said, "Blood is blood, unless it has champagne in it." The playfulness turned into teasing, then touching, then seduction. Victoria insisted that we make love. "No, not vampire way. I am going to give in to my mortal desires…"
"About Margot?" Victoria's question made me snap wide awake. "Did you stay with her last night?" my wife asked.
"Yes, we stayed up until sunrise talking," I answered truthfully.
"You did not come home right after sunrise," Victoria said. Her tone of voice said, "Nice try, but I'm not going to let you off that easy." It was obviously confession time. "I was awake, worrying about seeing the doctor. I left before I could tell you. I forgot to leave a message." I was getting very uncomfortable with all of this forthright discussion of infidelity. "Did you make love to Margot?" my wife asked. She rolled over on top of me, and looked deep into my eyes.
"Yes," I said, very softly. Our eyes were locked, and there was no place to hide from Victoria or my conscience.
My wife continued her quiet interrogation. "Did you ask her, or did she ask you?"
I cleared my throat, but the voice was still a conspiratorial whisper. "We asked each other."
"You are ashamed, yes?" I nodded. "It is no one's fault. I pushed you away from me. Kelly is in Washington, or she would have come. I know you called for her. She is my slave, too, David." Victoria grabbed my head to keep me from looking away. "Margot is very attracted to you, and she is still lovely, active, vibrant woman with –" Victoria made a face before finishing, "… dead husband. She is happy to find guaranteed AIDS-free lover when the need strikes." My wife grinned wickedly. "I — advertised your talents to her. The — girl talk."
I blushed. Victoria lay her head down, kissed my chest and said good- night. She was asleep almost instantly, while I lay beneath her, too stunned, confused, elated, sated, and in love with this wondrous woman vampire to sleep.
I became the typical nervous wreck of an expectant father. I fawned over Victoria, waiting on her hand and foot. I took a leave of absence from my job; I don't know if I'll go back to it. Kelly and Michelle and Margot were frequent visitors to the house, all of them watching Victoria's condition if I was unable to. Margot was an enormous help, coaching us through the mood swings and craves. (Frozen blood sundae? With Muenster cheese? You _can_ get all of this at a 7-11 at four in the morning, but it was always a pain in the ass turning the clerk upside down to cover the Heagen-Dazs properly.)
Victoria had been surprised when I agreed to Lamaze classes. She wanted me to be in the delivery room as well. She was fascinated by everything about her pregnancy, the "penultimate mortal female experience" as she called it, and took voluminous notes. She needed to have blood nightly now, which I found interesting. When she began to show, I insisted on hunting for her. "Daa-viiid… No man sees me as pregnant if I do not want him to because I am vampire seductress. I am perfectly capable of hunting for myself," Victoria would protest to no avail. Then she'd bat her eyes at me and purr, "You are sooo sweet. I love you."
As her pregnancy progressed, I forgot about other women completely, much to Victoria's surprise. I was spending almost all of my time around her, never going too far away. I got a beeper. Victoria was the only person with the number. One night, we had a discussion about my lack of sexual activity. "We have not made love in six months. You must be in need. I will summon Kelly." Our discussion turned into a long, quiet, drawn out argument. I won, settling down in the bed next to Victoria, but I thought I saw her smile as I drifted off to sleep.
As the time drew nearer, Victoria wondered what labor would be like. She found that carrying a baby wasn't exactly the fun thing it had been a few months ago. She wanted to be a full vampire, she complained, "because then I would sleep all day." At night, Victoria was fine; she didn't feel any diff- erence from her non-pregnant state. We guessed that the supernatural effects of being a vampire somehow gave her extra strength. So it wasn't that much of a surprise when Victoria went into labor promptly at dawn.
Victoria gave birth to a baby girl at eleven fifteen in the morning. We named her Rebecca Dawn. The three of us were in Victoria's room that evening. We were waiting for a maternity nurse to give Victoria and Rebecca brief examinations, and speak with Victoria. "Hi! I'm Karen, the maternity lady!" she said cheerily as she entered Victoria's private room. "How's baby Rebecca?"
"Fine. She doesn't cry a lot. She's a greedy little girl, though," my wife said of our new daughter, who had been breast-feeding for a long while. Even so, Victoria reluctantly handed Rebecca to the nurse, who raised the baby to her shoulders. It was dark outside, the sun having disappeared below the horizon not more than five minutes ago, and Victoria had perked up a little. I kissed my wife, and then she poked me hard in the shoulder, pointing at Karen. I turned to see the nurse removing a breast from her blouse with one hand, and lowering Rebecca to it with the other. Victoria and I both saw the two tiny red dots on Nurse Karen's neck, and the vacant expression in her eyes…
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