My search for Emma McManners, while pleasurable on a personal level, was proving frustrating on a professional level, so I decided to seek out P.J. Parker with the hope of putting our heads (and maybe one or two other things!) together. I drove to P.J.’s office, but he wasn’t there. So I made my way to his cottage.
P.J.’s Triumph Stag was in his drive along with a vintage Morgan. I parked my Alfa Romeo and made my way up P.J.’s drive. I was about to knock on his door when instinct told me to glance through his living room window. As usual, my instincts were correct because I saw him, fully clothed, with a curvaceous blonde in his arms. Her golden hair appeared to be natural and even through her clothes you could see that her figure was stunning. She looked up at P.J., sensuality sparkling in her deep blue eyes, then she went down and kneeled in front of him.
I knew what she was going to do next, and I wanted to look away, but something held me, transfixed. First, she kissed him through his trousers, then she eased his trouser zip open. She kissed him through his boxers and with my nose pressed to the window, I could see his erection. Then she freed his huge cock and took it in her hands. P.J. groaned as she massaged his shaft. His purple head was exposed and I noted the look of pleasure on his face as she took that head into her mouth. With his fingers in her golden hair, he slipped his cock deep into her mouth. By the window, I recalled taking P.J. into my mouth and the pleasure we had shared. Even though I wanted to turn away and run, the memory of fucking P.J. made me wet and I could feel my nipples harden. Even though I felt betrayed, I had to admit that the sight of P.J. receiving head from this beautiful woman turned me on.
But what could I do about it? Nothing. I couldn’t pleasure myself while staring through the window, I couldn’t barge in on them, although I was tempted to do so. Instead, I turned away and returned to my car. And, with a tear in my eye, I drove into town.
As I drove I reflected that I’d seen a number of men and women betraying their partners, such betrayals were a part of my job, but I never thought I’d see my lover in someone else’s arms. Maybe I’d misread the situation with P.J. – I though we had more going for us than ‘just’ terrific sex, but apparently he didn’t see it that way. Okay, if that’s the way he wanted to play it, two could play at that game…
It was difficult, but I forced my mind back on to my job. I needed a lead on Emma, so I decided to return to the source of my investigation and the Ace of Hearts nightclub. I found Tony, my ex, in his office, sitting behind his desk, looking business-like in a sharp pinstriped suit, open-necked shirt and red braces. He smiled as I entered, then he got out of his chair and walked over to greet me.
“Can’t keep away from me, huh?” he grinned, his right hand caressing the smooth curve of my arse.
I pushed his hand away, then walked over to his desk and sat in his high-backed leather chair. “I’m here for information,” I replied tersely, “that and nothing else.”
Tony’s fixed grin suggested that he didn’t believe me. But he let it pass and while examining his neatly manicured fingernails he asked, “What information?”
“I’ve seen the film of the two of you together; I know you know more about Emma than your letting on.”
Tony nodded. He ran his right hand over the stubble on his chin before perching on the edge of his desk. “So that’s where the DVD went; you took it, along with the DVD of the two of us as well?”
“Yeah,” I said and nodded.
Tony leaned forward, his hand was on my thigh and the grin was back on his face. “You’re not getting any, eh? And you needed our DVD to bring you off?”
“I’m getting plenty,” I replied truthfully, “I don’t need a DVD of you to get me off.”
“But maybe you still need the real thing; is that why you’re here?” As he spoke, Tony’s hand slipped over my naked thigh. He caressed my thigh, his right hand moving under my skirt. His touch was light and pleasurable and, involuntarily, I parted my legs.
“I’m here because I need information on Emma McManners, nothing else.” There was a thickness to my tone, a huskiness that betrayed my words.
“Sure,” Tony said, his hand caressing the top of my thigh, his fingers outlining the lace of my knickers, “sure.”
“You know where Emma is,” I said, my words coming slowly, my voice faltering, “so tell me.”
“And if I do tell you,” Tony said, his lips moving closer to my lips, “will you come across for me?”
“Tell me first,” I said.
“Emma wants to be in the movies. She’s linked up with a film maker. I can give you his details.”
“Give me the details,” I said huskily, and Tony did. His hand was covering my pubis now and he could tell that I was wet for him. He leaned forward and kissed me passionately and I took him into my arms. We moaned as we kissed.
I wanted him. In fact, I had to have him, partly because his touch turned me on so much, partly because I felt there was unfinished business between us and we needed to make love, and partly to show P.J., in my mind at least, that two could play at the deception game. Through our passionate kisses, I said, “This is a one off, babe, just to set the record straight; think of it as a one night stand.”
“Sure,” Tony mumbled, his lips moving down to the valley of my breasts, “whatever you say.”
I doubt that Tony heard my words or took in their full meaning, but I felt it was important to say them, because to me this was a one night stand and there would be no more sex with Tony after we’d made love.
He kissed me, unbuttoned my blouse, then cupped my left breast through my black, lacy bra. “God, you’ve still got great tips,” he said approvingly, his fingers squeezing my breast through my bra. I moaned softly while arching my back and thrusting my tits out. Meanwhile, my thighs slid over the leather of the chair, pushing my skirt up, exposing my knickers.
Tony knew what I wanted, he knew how to push my buttons; first he freed my left breast from my bra and sucked on my nipple, then he eased my panties to one side so that his fingers could gain direct access to my clitoris. As the firm middle finger of his right hand caressed my clitoral hood my moans became louder.
“You like that, don’t you, babe,” Tony grinned.
“Yeah,” I gasped, “more, give me more.”
“You want me to fuck you, don’t you, babe.”
“Yeah,’ I moaned, “I want you to fuck me. I want you to put me across your desk and fuck me hard.”
Tony pulled me out of his chair. He pushed me across his desk and I gasped in anticipation. Then I felt his fingers on my knickers as he pulled them to one side, exposing the wet lips of my labia.
“Like this, across my desk,” Tony said while unzipping his trousers.
“Yeah,” I said while gripping the edge of his desk. “Do it to me, give it to me, fuck me across your desk.”
Tony eased himself out of his trousers and from the corner of my eye I could see him teasing his penis to its full hardness. He gave himself the pleasure of his palm until his head was exposed, then he offered that head to my moist lower lips.
With a thrust and a mutual grunt, Tony entered me. He placed his hands on my hips and started to fuck me hard and fast. In my desire, my hand slipped off the edge of the desk and I found myself spreadeagled across the desk, my breasts resting on its polished mahogany.
“Fuck,” Tony groaned as he went in deep, “I’ve missed you.”
I turned my head and gave him a sensual smile. “You shouldn’t have been such a bastard to me; if you’d been good to me, you could have had me all the time.”
He flashed his milk-white teeth. “Am I being a bastard to you now?” he asked.
“No,” I moaned, ducking my head. “You’re being good to me, so good.”
Tony eased me up from the desk, so that we could kiss. He was still inside me, but his movements were more controlled now, less frantic; we had stopped fucking and now we were making love.
While we kissed and made love Tony removed my blouse, unclipped my bra, and freed my breasts. My breasts were tingling with desire and that desire increased as he fingered my nipples teasing them into hard points. Tony squeezed my nipples and I moaned. I rotated my hips as he continued to shaft me, the head of his cock focusing on the opening of my vagina.
“I love it there, baby, I love it,” I moaned.
“Yeah,” Tony grunted, his fingers pulling my knickers over the cheeks of my behind, exposing my rear hole. Then his fingers caressed my hole and my moans became deeper and more sensual.
“Yes,” I whimpered as the tip of his finger slipped inside me, “Oh, yes! Oh, yes!”
My sphincter relaxed as his finger went in deeper, filling me. Then I had to grip the edge of the desk tight as his finger and cock, simultaneously, caressed my G-spot.
“Oh, god,” I cried as the pleasure threatened to overwhelm me. “Oh that’s so good; you’re so good, baby, you’ve so good…”
My pleasure was building now and I was on the brink of orgasm. Tony had great staying power and his cock and finger were relentless, edging me closer, closer, closer…
Then, with a cry of “Oh fuck!” I came. With his left hand Tony steadied me, while his cock and right hand continued to work me, prolonging my orgasm; one wave rolled over another and another and another until I felt totally spent.
“Enough,” I sighed, “enough.”
“Enough?” I could sense Tony’s smile. “You’re slipping, Fay, time was when you could have come all day.”
I guess now wasn’t the time to tell him that I had been coming a lot lately and that my orgasms had been particularly intense. Now, I could add another to the list and, at that moment, I’d had enough – I was all fucked out.
“Why don’t you finish me,” Tony said, easing himself out of me, offering his cock to my lips.
Tony loved my tongue on his cock and throughout our marriage I liked to give him head, so we adjusted our position and while he sat in his leather chair I knelt in front of him and took his throbbing penis into my mouth.
I ran my tongue over his head, tasting his pre-come and the salty sweetness of my own ejaculation. Then I took his full length into my mouth while his hands went to my head, to guide my movements. I sucked him until he groaned loudly and deeply, then I moved back to his head and, lightly, licked him until he cried out with pleasure and his milky fluid started to shoot from his cock. At that point he forced my mouth over his full length and I felt his cock leap on my tongue as he came copiously, his semen filling my mouth and oozing over my lips. I swallowed his nectar before standing in front of him. Blindly, still lost in his climax, he reached for me and we embraced.
Later, I left Tony’s office, sated by the sex and satisfied that I had a lead that would help me to crack this case.