A Hot Wife for Richard Ch. 03

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“But if you DO trust me, Richard, I can almost guarantee that I can surface desires in you that you never knew you had, and that make that first night on your couch seem like child’s play. I know you, Richie, better than you know yourself.”

His breathing sped up. Hoarsely, he said, “I trust you, Caroline.”

She stared him down for several seconds, before smiling again. “Good boy. Now get in the house.”

* * * * * * * * * *

Caroline left the car and proceeded up the walkway.

Richard caught his breath. Had she just called him a “boy”? His senses were on fire. It was like she had gone from zero to sixty, and he felt both turned on and scared him at the same time.

Conscious of his hard dick straining against the crotch of his pants, he got out of the car quickly and followed her. By the time he caught up with her, she was opening the front door. He followed her in.

He turned to close the door behind him, and she was already turning the corner. She was walking slowly, her ass framed by her tight dress swaying back and forth seductively, her legs covered by her sheer pantyhose, her heels clicking on the hardwood floors.

Richard followed her, and they entered her bedroom. “Sit on the edge of the bed”, she said, “I’ll be right back.”

He sat down. Caroline disappeared into the master bathroom.

Richard glanced around the room. The bed had a sheer black comforter, and the entire bedroom was finely decorated, with a few end tables and a small sofa in the corner.

He heard the sound of the toilet flushing, and water running in the sink. Then the bathroom door opened and Caroline stepped out. She was still fully dressed, except that she had taken off her heels, and her pantyhose were gone.

She walked over to the bed and stood over Richard. From his perspective, she looked eight feet tall.

She turned away from him and said, “Unzip me, Richie.” In a flash he was on his feet and he took hold of the zipper and pulled down slowly. When he reached the bottom, she spun around and pushed back into a seating position on the bed.

She took a step back, all the while staring daggers through him with her beautiful blue eyes. She slowly dropped the dress off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor.

Beneath, Caroline had a matching black bra and thong. Richard’s pulse quickened.

She reached forward and put one finger under his chin, making his eyes meet hers. Just inches from his face, she whispered, “Is there something you want to ask me, Richard?”

His initial impulse was to grab her and kiss her, to reach out and get her breasts in his hands. But he hesitated, and remembered what she had said in the car. Finally, he replied, “What can I do to please you?” After he said it, he felt slightly lightheaded.

She smiled at him. “Good boy.” And then her mouth was on his.

He was not ready for the onslaught. Instantly her lips were on his and her tongue snaked out, first licking his upper lip, then thrusting into his mouth. He tried to respond by lashing his tongue out, but it was as if a python was attacking him. She locked her mouth over his and it felt like she was trying to suck his soul out of him. After a few more seconds, she stopped kissing him as suddenly as she had started. She returned to standing over him. He sat back, panting for breath. She appeared the same as before, except that her lipstick was slightly smeared.

She stepped forward slightly. From where he was sitting on the bed, her panty-clad pussy was just inches from his face. He could smell her pungent sex and he thought he saw a small wet spot on the front of her thong.

“To answer your question, you can please me by following my instructions exactly. Can you do that, Richie?”

Unable to look anywhere but her pussy, he simply nodded.

“Take my panties off. Do it slowly.”

As he rose his hands to put them into the sides of her thong, she stopped him.

“Use your teeth. No hands.”

He looked up at her in surprise. She simply stared back at him. He felt a twinge in his groin. He wasn’t sure, but he thought there was precum leaking out.

Richard leaned forward and tried to get his teeth into the band of her tight thong, just below her navel. With her pelvis positioned the way it was, he was having trouble getting close enough to grab it. He involuntarily groaned in frustration.

“Are you having trouble Richie? Your pathetic efforts are most certainly NOT pleasing me.”

He redoubled his efforts. He would get his mouth over the band, but could not exert enough force to pull it past her shapely thighs.

Again she pushed him back, this time with a finger to his forehead. She mock rolled her eyes. “Fine, I will make it easier for you,” and she turned around, facing away from him, and bent over at the waist. Her ass and thong were on full display in front of him.

He was on his feet in a second. He got the thong in his teeth just above her ass crack, and started to pull it down.

“Slowly, Richie. Slowly…” she said, in a mocking sing-song sıhhiye escort voice.

He slowed down. His eyes were locked on her ass as he pulled it past her thighs. He could smell her pussy, and he could feel the heat coming from it.

His eyes came level with her pink asshole. He was totally fixated on what he was seeing and smelling that he stopped moving momentarily.

“Richie…” she said, “focus.”

He snapped back into reality. Having cleared her hips, he let gravity do the rest, and the thong dropped to the floor.

Caroline made no move to straighten back up. She simply stood slightly bent over, and turned her head to look at him.

“I would like you to please me now, Richie. Do you think you can do that?”

He was mesmerized, but nodded in spite of himself.

“Then do it, baby. Please me.”

His mouth was on her instantly. He got between her ass cheeks and lapped his tongue from the bottom to the top of her exposed sex. She was very wet, and her pussy was on fire. His nose was wedged in between her cheeks, positioned right on top of her asshole. Without thinking, he inhaled sharply. He could smell her sweat, the musk of her steamy pussy.

Caroline moaned and pushed her ass back tighter against his face. She used her hands to spread her ass cheeks apart.

He continued to ravage her pussy with his tongue like he was starving. His dick pushed straight up uncomfortably against his pants. He could definitely feel moisture down there now.

“Lick my asshole, Richie. Get in there, baby. You are making me feel so good…” she moaned.

He had never done that in his life, but he didn’t need to be told twice. Her words filled him with a weird sense of pride, and he only cared about what Caroline thought of him. He licked from the underside of her pussy up, and didn’t stop until his tongue was on her anus, and he started to attack it with abandon.

Caroline snaked her fingers between her legs and started to rub her clit. Now she was yelling. “Stick it in! Fuck my ass with your tongue! Oh fuck!!!”

He rammed his face against her, and pushed as hard as he could. He could feel some resistance from her asshole, but then he sensed the tip of his tongue pushing inside her. Her hand sped up on her pussy.

That’s when she exploded.

“OHH FUUUUCKK!!!!” she cried, her pussy spasming on her fingers. Richard kept his tongue all over her ass, licking, sucking, pushing.

She continued to shake and scream like a woman possessed. After about ten seconds, she started to come down, and she looked back at him again. He face was still flushed, pressed up against her ass, his eyes wild with lust and need. He was now licking her ass cheeks, her crack, getting any taste, any touch of her that he could.

He finally backed off when she straightened up and turned around. “That was divine, Richie. Good boy.”

The crazed look on his face was replaced with a look of pride, coupled with complete servility. He smiled at her.

“I want to thank you for dinner and the opera tonight,” she said. “I think you deserve a reward.”

She leaned over, and gently unzipped his pants, careful to avoid any contact with his dick. He lifted his hips slowly, and she carefully slid his pants and underwear down past his knees. His skinny cock stood straight up, the head glistening with moisture from precum. It looked like it could pop at any moment.

“Would you like your reward now, Richie?” she asked, almost in a taunting tone.

“Yes, Caroline, please… please let me have a reward.”

She giggled again. She stood up straight, and went to unclasp her bra. He suddenly realized that, in the two months they had been dating, he had never seen her bare breasts. He held his breath.

She went so slowly he thought he wouldn’t be able to bear it. Finally, she brought the cups down and exposed her C-cup breasts. She had small pink areolae, and small but rock-hard nipples.

“Do you like my breasts, Richie?”

“God yes, Caroline, they are beautiful.”

She sat down next to him on the bed and turned toward him. She took a hand and put it on the back of his neck, guiding his face to her chest. “Come get your reward, baby.”

He leaned down, his face covered with her pussy and ass juices, and her sweat. He buried himself in the cleavage of her breasts, licking between them, then coming back out and running his tongue over her left nipple. She giggled again, and sighed at the sensations.

“Mmm, your tongue is so lovely, baby. You are a wonderful pussy licker, you know. Like you were born to do it. Come on Richie, worship my breasts baby. Enjoy your reward.”

He continued to lick, his penis still standing straight up.

Then, slowly, she took her free hand and moved it to his sensitive cock. It, and he, jumped at the first contact, but she held her hand still for a moment, just pressed against the base.

He resumed his worshipping of her breasts. As he did so, she slowly wrapped her hand around his dick, and slowly started to pull upwards sincan escort towards the head. Then she went back down.

“What a cute dicky, Richie,” she said, as she moved her hand around. “Cute as a button,” and she giggled again.

The words hurt him a little, but that was completely wiped away by the physical reaction that she was building in him. He locked his mouth over one of her nipples and sucked as hard as he could. She groaned again.

She loosened her grip, and moved her hand up to the head of his cock, and used her fingers to spread around the copious precum that had accumulated there, rubbing it around. She only used the lightest touch, keeping him on a razor’s edge.

His breathing quickened. He stopped kissing and licking her breasts as she got him closer and closer to orgasm. He panted while leaning against her cleavage.

Suddenly, her hand was gone. “Hmm… since you stopped, I guess you are done enjoying your reward. That was heavenly, Richie.” She lifted his head, and once again kissed him full on the lips, running her tongue inside his mouth as they made out.

Richard was shaking, and he felt a tear run down his cheek. But he kissed her back hard, and then as he rested his head against hers, whispered to her “I love you Caroline…”

“Thank you, Richie,” she replied. “I have had a wonderful night. But I think it is time for you to go home.”

He was shocked. He glanced down at his still-exposed cock, standing straight up, pulsing along with his thumping heartbeat. She was going to leave him like this???

She saw the look in his eyes, and stopped him before he could speak. “Be careful what you say, Richard. Remember what I said, we can do this, but it has to be my way. I know you think you know what you want, right at this moment, but trust me when I say that I know what you NEED. And what you need to do now, Richie, is to pull your pants back up and kiss me goodnight, and go back home.”

She kissed him, smiled and whispered “Good night, Richie,” and then she was gone into the bathroom. She closed the door and locked it.

* * * * * * * * * *

The drive back to his house was torture. He was so distracted, he ran two red lights in a row. Thankfully it was after midnight, and no one was around.

He was completely on edge, and it was as if all of his senses were heightened. He had thought that after a few minutes, his erection would die down as he drove, but his dick remained hard for the entire trip back to Malibu. He still smelled Caroline’s juices on his face, still smelled the musk of her ass in his nostrils, still felt her nipples between his lips.

And deep within him, he had an overwhelming feeling of pride for having pleased her as well as he did. But he felt prouder from her words of praise afterwards. It was as if he had become a well-heeled pet. This thought also aroused him, and his cock throbbed again from this realization. Even her mocking words about the size of his manhood were both painful to hear but incredibly erotic at the same time.

As he walked into the dark house, he left his jacket and tie on the end table, and meant to make a beeline for his bedroom. He was so amped up, he felt like he had to cum in the next few minutes or he was going to have a heart attack. Every step he took, he could feel the sensitive head of his cock rub against his underwear, providing more stimulation.

Before he had a chance to leave the foyer, his phone buzzed in his pocket. He looked at it and saw a new voicemail. It was from Caroline. He put the phone to his ear.

“Hi Richie! You are probably just getting home. I wanted to thank you again for tonight–it was everything I dreamed it would be.”

“You’re not the only one,” he thought.

“I imagine you may be shocked by how things ended tonight, but I promise you, I would never do anything to hurt you–well, unless it was in order to give you more pleasure later on. You pleased me so thoroughly today. I wanted you to know that after I hang up this phone, I am going to get into bed, slide off my panties, and rub my wet pussy–the pussy that YOU made this wet, Richie– and think of your face between my delicious ass cheeks, lapping away, and I am going to play with my pussy until I come again all over my fingers. Then I will lick each finger clean, one by one, and turn off the light and go to sleep for a long time.”

At this, Richard audibly groaned.

“Oh, one more thing. I want you to please me one more time tonight, Richie. I am sure you have a tremendous urge to jack that cute dick of yours until you blast your seed all over yourself. Perfectly understandable after the night you had, really.”

“But it would REALLY please me if you didn’t do that tonight, and you went to sleep with that little dicky throbbing, keeping all that cum inside you, saving it for me. It would please me sooo much, Richie, can you do that for me?”

Richard stood stunned, unable to move, unable to think.

But what she said next shocked him more. “Good night, Richie. I love sınırsız escort you too.”

* * * * * * * * * *

The next morning.

He woke up at 10:00am, very late for a Sunday. While he did sleep through the night, his sleep was full of random sexual dreams, some of Caroline, some not. He didn’t remember a lot, but he clearly remembered an image of him screaming, and her grinning at him like a madwoman. The result of all of these images was the world’s worst case of morning wood.

The night before, after listening to her voicemail, he had decided not to masturbate, as difficult as that was. It helped that he found that he was mentally and physically exhausted, which helped him follow her demand, and more importantly, his brain had been rewired in a way that kept him from refusing any direction that she would give him. He dropped into bed without getting out of his dress clothes or brushing his teeth. He awoke the next morning with her scent still all over him, coupled with the smell of his sweat.

Despite the lack of any sexual release, he felt like he was in paradise.

She had told him she loved him. He couldn’t believe a woman like Caroline Bond would ever say that to him. He listened to the voicemail countless times while he lay in bed that morning. It was laying there that morning that he made the decision that he was going to ask Caroline to marry him. He didn’t know when he would actually work up the courage to do it, but he couldn’t conceive of any future life without her in it.

He would do anything to be with her forever. Absolutely anything. That’s why he continued to deny himself an orgasm. It’s what she would want. It’s how he could please her.

For now, he simply reveled in the feelings that she had stirred up in him, and how satisfied he was at this moment in time. For Richard Harris, everything was perfect.

* * * * * * * * * *

On Monday, he was back at work. His office had large windows that overlooked Century City, where many of the big labels had their offices. He was sitting at his desk, a pair of headphones on, head down. One of his label’s artists, Brain Damage, a very successful heavy metal band, was being sued for copyright infringement by a ska band from somewhere in Vermont, who had released an album twelve years ago that had sold about fifty copies, but had a track that sounded vaguely familiar to the new Brain Damage hit single.

His assistant Kara knocked on the open door, and he looked up and waved her in. She was a 22 year-old law student from UCLA. She was a beautiful brunette, blue eyes, great body–it seemed to be the rule that every secretary or assistant working in L.A. record labels had to be a former model or sorority queen. But Kara was talented, sharp as a tack, and VERY good at her job, which impressed Richard tremendously.

This morning she was wearing a white button-down blouse and a skirt that ended just above the knee. The blouse had just enough buttons open to show off the tops of her ample breasts. This also impressed Richard tremendously.

“Good morning, Richard”, she said–it had taken him nine months to get her to stop calling him “Mr. Harris”– “just a reminder that you have the meeting with the Warner group at 1:30. Everything ok?”

“Yeah, I’m okay. Thanks for assembling these samples for me for the Brain Damage case. But if I have to listen to any more horrible ska music sung by guys from Bennington College, I am going to quit this business and become a waiter at Applebee’s.”

She laughed and nodded. “Think of what I went through! I had to listen to the whole album! You are just getting the greatest hits!”

“I seriously doubt that”, he said, and she laughed again.

For a moment, Kara just stood there smiling at him. “Are you sure you’re alright?” she asked. “You seem different today.”

He smiled back at her. “How so?”

“It’s like you have been hit with a dose of the happy gas or something. Did you have a good weekend?”

“The best, Kara, the best. Tell Brett and Maurice that I will be ready for the Warner meeting by 1:00.”

* * * * * * * * * *

It was late in the day, close to 5:30, when Kara stopped in. “There’s a woman here to see you, Richard. A Miss Bond?”

His heart and his body both jumped. “Ah… thanks Kara.” He walked past her to head out to reception. “Why don’t you head home, it’s getting late. I don’t need anything else from you today.”

Kara smiled and waved at him as he walked away without a glance back. She laughed to herself. “Happy gas…” she said to herself, as she went back to her desk.

Before he even reached the reception area, he could hear men’s voices out in the lobby.

“Seriously, Monterey is beautiful this time of year. I have a condo right on the beach…” That voice belonged to Brett Falk, one of the A&R reps. He was 6’5″ and built like a football linebacker–your typical meathead frat boy. But he was an excellent salesman and the smoothest talker Richard had ever seen.

Richard turned the corner into the lobby. In the few minutes she had been here, Caroline had attracted four guys to her, trying to chat her up. It must have been like moths to a flame. And he couldn’t doubt them–she looked incredible. Tight jeans, a sheer top, a jacket over it. Even Lexi, the receptionist, was staring at her.

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