The Makings of Ellen Ch. 04

The PRESENT...

So here Ellen was the following morning, two days later, standing before her boss's bedroom door. The door stood slightly ajar and she gave it a little push and then she was inside.

She had been afraid at first, thinking she would enter his apartment and find him busy with someone else—with the young lady of last time or maybe with someone else. From the little she knew about Gerald, she didn't figure him for the type that stuck to one woman. She had prepared herself for that bite of jealousy that was bound to snap at her mind had she encountered such. It was a good thing that she hadn't.

She heard approaching footsteps. She didn't turn around to see whom they belonged to; she knew well enough who it could possibly be.

"I'm so glad you came," Gerald said from behind her. "I'm glad you decided to see things my way."

She leaned her head towards his shoulder as his hands came forward to grasp her breasts from behind her blouse. She was consumed by the very manliness of him holding her, not daring her to walk away from his sight.

"I thought about you all through last night," she muttered as she felt him nuzzling his lips against her right cheek. "I just ... couldn't stay away."

"I told you that you were a slut," he said. "And now, you're going to be my favourite slut."

His hands undid the buttons of her blouse and pushed it open. She wasn't wearing any bra behind it. Her nipples stood to attention like the cones of rocket missiles. Gerald's fingers gave them a gentle rub, eliciting a throaty moan from Ellen.

"Take me as you want, master." She turned around to face him, wrapping her arms around his neck. "I'm all yours."

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"Honey, I'm home!"

The front door came open and Tim announced himself as he stepped into his abode with his travel bag in his hand and his jacket slung over his shoulder, looking like the world's happiest travelling man. Unfortunately there was no one to greet him as he closed the front door behind him. He checked his watch; it said 4:28 P.M. He'd expected to find Ellen here with the kids waiting for him, at least to give him a hearty welcome. He'd called her in the morning before he boarded his plane to let her know he was on his way. The day was Tuesday.

No matter, she'd probably needed to go someplace in a hurry. It wasn't the first time, and he wished he'd made the journey yesterday instead of today. He would have done so if there hadn't been much influx of paperwork that required his perusal back in Denver. He was going to have to ask for a raise if this was the way his office intended on keeping with their business.

He was about to head up the stairs to the bedroom when his feet drew him to a stop. His nose wrinkled as he thought he inhaled something that smelled like smoke from a cigarette. That was impossible—Ellen never smoked, and neither did he. But still ...

Tim dropped his bag and went towards the kitchen door and opened it.

Seated by the table with one leg seductively crossed over the other, displaying an ample pair of thighs, with a burning cigarette perched between the fingers of her other hand was Annie, his neighbour, Eric Seymour's wife. Tim took his time to take in her outfit. She was wearing a halter top and a tight pair of jeans shorts that showed every skin of her ample thigh. Tim had always thought of how lucky a guy Eric was to have found such a hot wife as Annie ... it was too bad he had yet been unsuccessful in cajoling Ellen for them to visit one of their party gatherings.

"Oh, hi there Tim," said Annie, acting as if surprised to see him standing there, when actually he was the reason why she was there in the first place. She knew already that he would be returning home today, thus had instigated to be around for that. She tapped the end of her cigarette inside an ash tray by her elbow, smiling at him. "I never knew you'd be back so soon."

"I should have been here a day earlier," he said. "I did call Ellen yesterday and this morning and told her I was on my way. Do you know if she's around?"

Annie shook her head. "I've been here for a while and haven't seen her. Though I probably do know where she's at right now." "Oh yeah? Where?"

"I'll tell you that in a bit," she took another drag of her cigarette, then squeezed it dead in the ash tray, and then rose to her feet. She had such an impressive height, and once again Tim marvelled at her beauty. Even now she looked like a horny cat as she slinked towards him. "But first, you look pretty worn out, tired. All that hard work of yours must have really worried you somewhat."

Truth be told, he actually was worn-out from the journey and everything. But seeing this his neighbour's hot, sexy wife here with him was making him feel ... something else. He was afraid to put a name to it, but already he was starting to sense a stirring happening down in his pants. Annie came over till she was standing less than a couple of inches from his chest. Her jutting tits were barely making contact with his jacket. Her eyes were glued to his as if willing him to come out of his shell with the strange feeling that he was having.

"Er ... yeah, yes, I am pretty tired," he muttered, trying not to look at her. "I'm going to ... I'm just going to head upstairs and get myself a shower first."

He was about turning around when she said: "Would you mind if I come along?"

He turned to look at her, startled. "Pardon me?"

"I'm sorry acting the way I am right now, Tim. Except Eric's still on one of his silly business trips," she spoke seductively while her hand rubbed against his arm, "and I'm so lonely and horny right now, I just couldn't stand being alone at home anymore. When Ellen told me you'd be arriving today, I figured I'd sit here and wait for you and ... maybe keep you company while she's out doing her thing."

"Out doing what kind of thing, Annie?"

"You know ... just out doing whatever fun thing she'd find herself into." She drew herself closer to him, giving him an eyeful of what lay hidden behind her top. "But let's not talk about her for now. We've got the house all to ourselves."

"What ... about the kids?"

"They're with the Mosley kids across the street." Her face was now two inches from his and closing. "Now, how about that shower."

Their lips met in a kiss; Tim couldn't resist it. The kiss was tentative at first on his part, but then Annie had her hand at the back of his head and drew him closer towards her, thus the kiss became deep and passionate. Tim brought his hands around her back and caressed the roundness that was the back of her jeans shorts while she raised up her knee to feel the erection that was appearing there. Annie delved further into the throe of passion she was in, sinking her tongue deeper into his mouth, letting him do the same as well. She took one of his hands to cup her left breast, while she grasped his erection that was fighting to be free from his pants. Tim slid his hand under her tank top to get a good touch of her flesh. For long he'd been itching for this day to come through, when he would really get to have his neighbour's wife in his hands. To do to her all the things he was often afraid to do with Ellen. If this was a dream, he wished not to wake up soon.

She fell to her knees and began undoing the zipper of her pants. She ran her tongue across her red-coated lips, looking sluttish the way she was, as in no time she fished his cock from his briefs and stroked pre-cum out of its bulbous head and then introducing it into the warmness that was her mouth. She took a long drag on his cock then let it go with a pop-like sound, smiled, and then took it into her mouth once more and went on sucking him. Tim leaned against the doorway, gasping for dear life while Annie's head consumed every inch of his cock.

She paused for a moment to stroke his saliva-coated cock while she looked up at him and grinned. "Tell me you haven't been waiting for this moment, Tim. I know how you used to look at me sometimes, looking like you want me so bad but finding it hard to ask because of Ellen. Go on, tell me I'm lying, Tim." She gave his prick's head a few more pops into her mouth as if daring him to call her a liar.

Tim was at her mercy and he knew it. Why would he think about lying? Especially at a time like this? "Ohh yes" he moaned. "Ohh ... yes, Annie, yes. I've been ... Uhh ... been wanting you for so long. Very much I've wanted Ellen and I to come by one of you and your husband's parties. But Ellen ... she's so still and stubborn, it's hard getting her to see things differently."

Annie couldn't help but laugh. Oh Tim, if only you knew what your sweet, stubborn wife has been up to since you left for Denver ... but don't worry, you'll find out soon enough. By God, you will be smashed when you do.

Tim felt himself at the threshold of cumming; Annie knew it too and quickened the urge of her mouth deep-throating him. Tim couldn't hold it back any longer.

"Aww ... Awwwww shit! Annie, I'm ... I'm about to cum!"

If he was expecting that would make her pull her head away from him, he was in for a surprise. Annie kept on sucking him, willing him to cum inside her mouth, and less than a minute later, that was what happened. Tim gave a lengthy moan and felt his legs buckle under him as he spurted his sac full of cum into Annie's mouth. Annie grunted with each spurt of cum he fired her with, but still her mouth remained glued around his cock. She was a certified pro when it comes to cum-sucking, and this was another episode in which she proved herself; her husband would have been proud had he been around to watch her performance.

"I hope you don't think that we're done yet," she said to him as she rose to her feet, having licked his cock clean of every drop of semen. "You've got to get me off, you know that don't you." He nodded feebly. "What about ... what about Ellen? She might return—"

"Ellen is tied up with someone else right now. Trust me on that," she said. "Now, why don't we take things into the bedroom, shall we?"

She led him out of the kitchen with her hand tugging his deflated cock and Tim followed like a schoolboy being led to slaughter as they went in the direction of the master bedroom.

Annie made as if it were her home and pushed the door open and led Tim straight to the bed. She helped him first out of his clothes before going about taking off hers. Tim sat there on the bed watching her, feeling his cock twitch back to life as his eyes stared at her body with unabashed amazement. My God, she was beautiful! A part of him felt ashamed for having such a thought—Look at you, talking about your neighbour's wife the way you would talk to your wife! Yet he couldn't help it—she'd sucked his cock after all, and it wasn't like he forced her to do it. He looked at the exotic bulls-eye tattoo that dotted the back of her waistline; how lovely it looked in contrast with her pale skin.

Still ... he wondered what his story would be if Ellen were to walk in right now with the kids and see both of them right now. What then would he give as an excuse?

Annie stood before him now, gloriously naked. She kicked her clothes to the side and held her breasts up and gave each tit a kiss. Tim felt his cock give another twitch.

"You like what you see, Tim?" she asked him with a frolicsome smile on her lips.

"Oh yes! Come here."

He reached for her, grabbed her hand and pulled her towards him. Annie laughed shrilly as she fell into his arms. Right away Tim was pleating her with kisses, his hands grasped her breasts and squeezed them and pulled them towards his mouth. Annie pressed her body against his, feeling his erection slap against her abdomen as she rolled off from him to the other side of the bed. She turned over and spread her legs, offering his face her pussy while she resumed sucking his cock. Tim ate her pussy in more ways than he'd ever done with Ellen. Annie bucked and ground her pussy down on his face and moaned louder when a couple of minutes later his tongue and probing fingers brought her to climax.

Both of them took a minute's break to cool off before going back at each other. Annie came on her back and pulled him closer. The walls of her pussy came open to him like a budding flower waiting to be plucked. Tim held his cock in his hand and pushed it into her without a second's thought. Annie muttered a gasp as she felt him plug her hole; she had been expecting this all day long. She held her legs back and told him to go ahead and fuck her. Tim got into action and gave her pussy as much pounding with his cock that he could give. Annie muttered groans from it. He was screwing her with high-powered enthusiasm, both of them panting against each other's face while the bed bounced under their weight.

Annie was an aggressive woman to please, and Tim was putty in her hands and was incapable of handling her. She pushed him off her moments later and then mounted him, taking his cock in her hand and in one smooth motion introducing him back into her snatch. Tim grunted from the force of her ass slamming down on him. He was approaching that moment again and was desperate to make it last longer this time. Annie reached a hand behind and grasped his balls while still not losing momentum of fucking him, all the while her mouth sputtered nasty words, ordering him to stop being a pussy and fuck her harder. Tim had never had a frenzied type of sex like the one he was having now, and he was barely prepared for it.

Annie leaned forward and slapped his cheek. "I hope you're not about to cum, are you?" She gave his cheek another slap while still bouncing and grinding her hips down on his prick. "You'd better not cum yet! You'd just better not!"

But Tim couldn't help it. He was less than an inch from the precipice, and he couldn't hold back the trigger from being pulled.

"Ahh shit!" he groaned, shutting his eyes from the inevitable. "I'm gonna blow! I'm gonna blow!"

Ten seconds later he did exactly that—he blew his load. Annie was still far from having her fulfilment and she groaned in anger as she felt his cum explode inside her. She'd expected him to at least delay for another couple of minutes—three or at least four—and then she too would have had her satisfaction. She slid off from him, cursing in disappointment. Tim barely heard her as his heart was still galloping faster, trying to stem down from the high track speed it had been on.

He turned his head at Annie who was resting on her arm looking at him. The scowl on her face was enough to let him know that she wasn't happy with his performance.

"I know I fucked up," he said with embarrassment written on his face.

"Damn right you did," she said. "You very much fucked up."

"I'm sorry. How about I make it up to you."

Annie got up from the bed and started picking up her clothes. "You're going to have to do better than that, but then you will in the end. And I know Ellen too will be happy about it."

"You said you know where Ellen is."

"I do, and we're going to go see her right now. But first," she picked up his pants and threw it at him. "I need you to get dressed."

"What do I need to get dressed up for?"

She gave him a look. "You want to see what Ellen's new thing is about, don't you? Only way you can is if I take you there."

"I've called her phone but it's not going through. Why don't you just tell me where it is and I'll go over and find her."

"Trust me, it's better this way."

She was already putting on back her clothes. Tim had no choice but to do the same.

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Tim was behind the wheel driving while Annie sat beside him indicating which direction he should take. Tim tried asking once where she was leading him to, but Annie simply replied: "To Ellen, who else." Tim kept shut after that, seeing that she wasn't going to divulge more, and observed with bewilderment at the strange neighbourhood she was leading him to. Never would he have expected his Ellen to have anything to do with anyone living here. There were a lot of black folks walking the streets and for a moment he was once again tempted to ask Annie if she was sure about the address or not.

"There," she pointed at an apartment building not too far from where they were. "That's where she is. You can park beside the building. Don't worry, the neighbourhood's safe." She said that as if reading his mind.

Tim found a vacant spot for his car and when they got out he pressed the alarm button and walked a step behind Annie as she entered the building. Up the stairs they went, neither of them speaking to each other, although there were a hundred and one questions floating in Tim's mind, the major one which was: what in God's name are we doing here? The answer to that was simple: he was here because Annie said this is where Ellen would be. Then came the second question: What in God's name would Ellen be doing in a place like this? The answer: none. His head was empty on that. Still his eyes went with Annie's swishing ass as she marched up the stairs. The stirring was back in his groin once again ... but the dismal performance of less than an hour ago was still weighting on his mind, and he figured it would be the same on Annie's too. Best to leave it for another time ... maybe later on he could fix a date with her with neither of their spouses aware of what they'll be up to. He would lay that through her later, after they were done with being here.

They soon got to the right floor and Annie took out a key and approached a door with it. Tim was perplexed by it all—why would she need a key to some apartment door that obviously wasn't hers? Annie turned to him, saw the questioning look on his face and gave him a foxy smile.

"Obviously they're probably busy inside," she whispered at him. "They wouldn't hear us if we knocked. Best we go in uninterrupted."

"Who's 'they'?" Tim asked.

Annie brought a finger to her lips indicating him to be quiet before turning around and inserting the key into the lock. The door came open in her hand and she ushered Tim inside.

There was a strange feeling Tim had the moment he set foot into the living room of the unknown apartment Annie had just led him into. For one thing, it felt almost as if he were trespassing into someone else's property, that he ought not to be here even though he'd actually been led here. The feeling told him he was bound to see something he probably would regret later on. Had he known what he was going to discover when he stepped into Gerald's apartment, most likely he would have turned around and headed for home ... or would he? The first thing that felt wrong about the place was the rotten yet sweet, acrid smell of marijuana that assaulted his nose. The second was what sounded like grunting noises and name-calling coming from further in the apartment. His eyes looked about the living room as if he figured the noise and marijuana smell was coming from the furniture. Right away he saw Ellen's familiar handbag on one of the couch. He recognised the handbag right away because he'd bought it for her on her previous birthday. On the centre table were three glasses with the remains of a bottle of Regal Gin. There were a couple of men's shoes lying on the carpeted floor and bits of clothes lay scattered on the floor, all of them leading like an arrow towards the interior of the apartment, no doubt to where the strange voices were coming from. One of the clothes seemed familiar. He picked it up and saw that it was a woman's blouse. Myriad thoughts bounced in his head, all leading to one conclusion. He turned to look at Annie, but she simply gave him that foxy smile of hers like she expected him to figure out what was going on. He listened to the sounds coming from within the apartment. They were unmistakable—they sounded animalistic, like that of a pack of hyenas feasting on a meal. A lone, female meal.