TITLE    : Eyes
STORYID  : eyes-21
SUMMARY  : A playboy type is captivated by a married woman's eyes.
AUTHOR   : feverman@lit
DATE     : 2012-06-12
CATEGORY : erotic-couplings
FLAGS    : 
TAGS     : |wife|power shifts|oral|anal|


Marshall finished his presentation to a conference room full of clients and coworkers at just past three p.m. and left the sales effort to those responsible for closing the deal. It had taken months of planning and research, but all the necessary information came together late in the process, leaving him only two days to prepare the presentation and do a couple of walkthroughs. Being short a Marketing Department Manager to make decisions amongst the warring factions on what would and would not be included in the presentation pushed everything up against the very end. The new department Manager, J.M. Thornton was expected to arrive next week, but that was several weeks too late to Marshall's way of thinking. The night before, he had barely gotten two hours sleep due to the last minute changes he had to make.



Dressed to kill in a postal blue suit, a subtle yellow and blue matching tie and white dress shirt he left his office early and headed to Frank's Place to blow off some steam and relax. Since he didn't have a manager at the time and with everyone else still in the presentation, nobody was going to miss him. Frank's Place was the nearest nice bar to Marshall's office and it was his regular hangout. He hoped some of the unfaithful wives from the midday crowd of regulars would be there and he could dance with them and unwind a bit. Perhaps one of their husband's would be out of town and they would join him for an evening of sinful pleasure. It had happened several times before.



No such luck though, there was not a regular cheater in the place. Every woman there was with a man and they all wore matching rings. Marshall made eye contact with them all and smiled at them anyway with his impish, flirting, charm.



"Fuck their husbands if they are so controlling and possessive they can't let their wives flirt a little with me," he thought. He was confident and felt sure he could handle any easily angered husband who caught him flirting with his wife. He had done it a number of times and was mentally prepared for such confrontations, much more so than the jealous husband would be.



Marshall was so practiced at defusing those type confrontations it was almost a game with him to decide which way to take the ball and run with it. He could make the guy look like an idiot claiming he was being falsely accused, or apologize and be humble, or just tell the guy his wife was so incredibly hot that he was helpless not to try. After one such confrontation, Marshall had talked the couple into having a threesome with the wife being the center of both men's attention. He wound up spending the night in their hotel room and wore the same clothes to work the next day.



The bartender didn't even ask him what he wanted. He just brought him a double Makers Mark on the rocks and said with a friendly smile, "Early or late for you, buddy, which is it?"



Marshall told him, "I couldn't get here for lunch and any midday fun this week, Sammy. Work has been crazy lately. Damn, I'm horny. Looks like slim pickings right now though. Are any of these couples swingers?"



"Don't think so Marsh; not that I know of," Sammy told him.



Marshall mixed with the regular daytime crowd and played some video poker for awhile. Just after five p.m. his favorite waitress came over to him. They had a history of several wild romps in the hay. Marshall wondered what time she got off, but knew it wouldn't be for hours yet. Christy leaned in and let her barely-covered tits dangle in front of his face when she told him, "Sammy has a lead for you, Hon."



At the bar Sammy discretely pointed and told him, "Check out that pretty brunette with the bright eyes sitting over there with her husband. Something unusual is going on with them. I don't know what it is exactly, but there is a strange tension there. It might be worth a look, but be careful. He looks like he could be pretty tough and he seems a little worked up already."



Marshall turned on his barstool and watched the couple talking. Out of the corner of her eye the pretty brunette noticed Marshall staring at them. When her husband looked away, the woman cut her eyes to Marshall to examine her watcher. She looked a little frightened or uneasy, but Marshall saw the telltale signs of arousal in her face and eyes. She glanced away quickly, trying her best to hide... something.



Marshall said, "I see what you mean, Sammy. The sexual tension over there is enough to make her squeak if she tried to walk. Thanks for the tip. Send them some drinks on me." 



He wondered about her and why they were still sitting in a bar having a drink in the late afternoon if she was as aroused as she appeared to be.



Marshall turned his back to the couple, but he watched their reaction in the mirror behind the bar when the drinks arrived. He saw Christy point to him before she walked away. As the pretty waitress passed him, he pulled her in and asked, "Got names for them, love?"



Marshall was a big tipper and the waitresses at Frank's Place would do just about anything to encourage him. His habit of leaving reward tips to extra-helpful employees had the whole bar organized and eager to assist him with his sexual conquests.



"Sure, you fucking pervert," Christy poked at him, and added, "I get off at eight tonight, if she doesn't work out."



"Don't think I can wait that long, doll, but thanks for keeping me on your short list," Marshall told her.



"It's her credit card they are using, Judy Mitchell, and I heard her call him Clint," Christy whispered to him on another pass.



Judy had been sitting across from her husband but moved around the table so she could face Marshall at the bar. She didn't look at him right away. She bent over to put her purse by her husband's leg and didn't bother to hold the front of her loose fitting dress to her chest. Two partially-tanned, large, braless breasts with hard, tight nipples flashed in front of Marshall's face, swayed and jiggled there momentarily as she placed her purse on the floor and then moved it over a bit for no apparent reason. Her husband didn't seem to notice.



Flashing her tits in front of him was like waving a brightly colored cloth before a bull. Marshall began to plan his charge ahead.



When she sat back and their eyes met, Marshall's dick tightened in pants leg. Her eyes sparkled with life and teased him. Was it an invitation he saw there in the brief instant their eyes locked together? He couldn't decide, but god she was beautiful. Her slim body and tiny waist dramatically emphasized the fullness of her breasts. They were a feature to be admired and lusted after. Marshall turned back away from her and tried to imagine her naked. "Shaved or unshaved?" he wondered. "Shaved," he guessed.



"I wonder how much she would writhe and moan with me feeding her eight inches of thick, hard, cock?" he asked himself, and smiled at the thought of her trying to escape his dick as he held her tight in the grips of passion and jolted her with his erection.



"How should I do this?" he considered, and then coached himself, "Don't blow this one, Big Guy. Don't fuck it up and let her get away."



Thursday afternoons were the busiest for the happy hour crowd at the bar and they were beginning to drift in, almost all of them greeted Marshall and had some bit of news or a joke or something personal to talk with him about. He would have preferred to be friendless at the moment. "Fuck," he thought, "I need to get my shit together and make some kind of move soon or she is going to be out of here before I can do anything. Where are these people when I want to just talk and drink?"



Someone cranked up the jukebox with a slow dance tune and Judy touched her husband's hand. Clint led her past Marshall and their eyes met again. "Thanks for the drink, stranger," she told him in a polite if distant sort of way as she passed, but nothing in her look suggested how hot and willing she was on the inside. She danced with her husband and never looked Marshall's way until the song was almost over. She stared at Marshall briefly and he saw bedroom eyes, willing, longing for pleasure and satisfaction for a few fleeting seconds before she turned her full attention back to her husband. She snuggled her body back into his tall, strong frame and Marshall's heart fluttered as a chill passed over him.



Aroused confusion consumed Marshall and his dick got bone hard in his pants. "Was that lusty, needy look for me, or was she just looking my way when it happened? God, she is just about the hottest thing I have ever seen, and her eyes are so fucking captivating. I could look into them for hours with my dick in her," he thought. He wondered if she would dance with him if he asked.



It was a romantic that had visited the jukebox and another slow tune played. Again, there was a brief moment of visual togetherness and like before it was gone far too soon for Marshall to read it fully. It just made him want her more and made his dick secrete more pre-cum. "Send Judy and her husband another drink," he told Christy when she passed by.



Christy took the time to stop and comment on Marshall's very obvious erection. "Those big perky tits and bedroom eyes of hers are getting that thing ready for me, I hope," she said and smiled knowingly at him.



"Might be the case, love, but I am hoping the get a closer look into those big, bright eyes," Marshall told her.



"Good luck," Christy told him and prissed away teasingly, forcing Marshall to turn on his stool and look at her swaying ass as she walked off to deliver more drinks. He really liked that sassy, fun waitress, but he could have her anytime. He wanted the thrill of the chase and the capture with Judy. The desire to possess her sexually dominated his thoughts, and at that moment, she was all that mattered to him. Mere sexual relief was needed but it was secondary to her, the beautiful married brunette.



He looked over at the table when Christy delivered the drinks. There was no mistaking the short, warm smile and the wink that time. It went through his optic nerve, brain, down his body and made his dick spasm. Marshall, turned, rolled off the barstool and headed to the bathroom as the first and only spurt of cum shot down the inside of his leg. It felt cold on his skin when the air pushed through the leg of his suit pants as he walked.



"Thank goodness it didn't keep squirting," he thought, and, "How the fuck did that happen? No woman ever made me cum like that. What is it about her?"



She was laughing at him. Her look and the playful laughter in her eyes told Marshall everything. It was obvious to him when he walked back to his barstool from the bathroom. She knew, and told him she knew with that knowing look and coy smile. Clint was talking away and she was giggling inside at Marshall, tickled that she had turned him on so easily and made him blow his load in his pants.



"Just wait, girl, I will get my turn to laugh," he resolved.



Christy dropped the note in front of Marshall and said, "Fucking bitch," indicating she had read it.



"I'll be back for you at 7 p.m. Wink and smile so I don't waste my time," the note read.



She didn't even bother to smile back or wink when he signaled her, but her inviting eyes left no doubt she would return.



Marshall made sure the barstool next to his designated one was empty from 6:45 p.m. on. At 7:06 p.m. she walked back in and took the seat next to him.



"I am so very glad to see you," Marshall told her with his warmest most endearing smile, and asked, "Would you like something to drink?"



Judy didn't answer the question. She just looked Marshall in the face. He could see the raw, quivering hunger inside her and sense the depth of her desire. It was very obvious that she was powerful, sexual, sensuous and determined, but also in her eyes was vulnerability, an opportunity to approach, to get very close.



"This has to be totally my way, or we can't do it," she said.



"What does that mean?" Marshall asked, still mesmerized by her haunting expressive eyes, her look.



"It means where, how and what are all up to me, always," she explained, never removing her eyes from his.



Marshall said, "I am used to being the dominant one," but in his heart he knew he would yield to her. He just had to try to regain some measure of the control he had lost beginning with that first brief glance into her bright, beautiful eyes.



"I am sure you are, but not tonight, and never with me. No questions. Just come with me if I am what you want," she said, slid off the bar stool, turned, looked him in the eye and reached out for his hand. 



"God, those beautiful eyes," he thought as his hand willingly took hers. 



She drove him to a large, new house in an upscale, gated neighborhood just a few miles away and parked in the garage.



"Her husband must have a hell of a job! Wonder how much this place is worth?" Marshall thought as he looked at the massive house and immaculate grounds.



Judy flipped on the lights in the kitchen and asked, "What would you like to drink?" She made them drinks, led Marshall into the big, open great room and lit two candles. She turned on the stereo to a soft music station, turned out the lights in the kitchen, and led him to the couch. Easing onto the couch she sat lover-close to him and put her hand on his leg.



"Where is your husband?" Marshall asked.



"No questions; remember?" Judy said as she slid her hand up his leg, stopping just before she reached his sex. Her touch was more than enough to ignite the hungry need in him again.



Marshall set his drink aside and hers. He leaned over, took her head in his hands and kissed her. Her mouth was warm and her lips soft and full. Her eyes hadn't lied. There was so much woman in her kiss, his dick was throbbing hard the next moment. He looked into those beautiful eyes as he peeled both dress straps off her shoulders and Judy lifted her arms clear of them, exposing two of the most beautiful and fullest natural breasts Marshall had seen in a long time, maybe ever. He kissed her again and his hands roamed the soft, hot, luxurious tissue.



"Yes," she whispered as he roughly massaged her breasts and rolled her nipples between his fingers and thumbs. He aggressively pushed her back on the couch and crawled over her, kissed her, sucked her tits, and shoved his hand under her dress. He teasingly squeezed different spots up the inside of her leg and looked into her eyes with dominance when he forcefully took hold of her pussy. 



He saw the surrender in her eyes as he massaged her pussy in the palm of his hand and felt the hot wetness there. He kissed her again on the lips. Mouths and tongues rubbed and faces twisted on each other as he shoved two fingers inside her. "Where is that tigress I saw earlier? Is it hiding from the Marshall?" he thought confidently as his fingers went harshly into her wetness.



Judy's hips instinctively rolled away from his hand, and she immediately pushed up letting Marshall's fingers slide in to their full depth. He kissed her and raked her G-spot, pulled back and rubbed the lips of her pussy and massaged the area between her legs before returning to her G-spot again. Three, four times he repeated the routine, kissing her with passion and her total passion was returned. When Judy burst into climax, Marshall knew he was in control. He smiled inside and thought, "Finally, this little vixen is playing my game. Now, I am going to make her my personal sex slave. I love it. I truly love breaking a controlling, little bitch like her and dominating her."



He let Judy's climax begin to fade and her writhing and moaning die back some, but not completely before he pulled her up to standing and took her dress off. Marshall didn't bother with the garter and hose and there were no panties to remove. He let her stand there almost naked while he hurriedly stripped. He kissed her again and pressed his thick log of a dick against her hot, flat belly.



Marshall guided Judy down to suck and kiss his dick. He will tell you to this day the most beautiful thing he ever saw was the lusty look in her beautiful eyes and the passion on her face the first time she looked up at him with those big, bright eyes while she sucked his dick. He wanted to look away and rest his eyes for a second, but couldn't. He was mesmerized by her. He watched as she rotated her hands around his shaft, sucked the head and looked up at him the whole time until he exploded in her mouth. Judy stroked the long, thick cock and swallowed gulp after gulp of his hot, creamy cum. She licked him clean and stood up to kiss him.



He tried to wipe the cum from her lips, but she warned him, "My way, remember?" Judy pressed her cum coated lips to him and kissed his mouth.



Marshall didn't want it, but couldn't stop her from kissing him and sharing his own cum as they did. His mind fought the thought of it until it just felt too good for him to care. After getting used to the idea, the thought of tasting his cum from her sensuous lips aroused him. He kissed her with renewed lust and his dick recovered in record time.



Judy sat down on the couch and Marshall leaned in, took hold of her lower legs and pulled her pussy to the edge of the couch. Judy grunted, "Umph" and recoiled when the head of his hard dick slammed into her cervix the first time. Marshall was determined to subdue her and make her pay for teasing him so in the bar. He slammed into her again and Judy moaned "Oh god," but spread her legs more, inviting him to pound her all he wanted.



Marshall did; he fucked her hard and fast, as if trying his best to tear her pussy up, stretching her until his length would go into her fully and they would fit perfectly together. Judy climaxed multiple times on the way and fucked him with more passion that he could ever remember feeling from a woman. The sounds of their lusty passion echoed around the big room and carried out through the open patio doors into the evening air. Distant voices and laughter echoed back into the room from beyond. Somebody was having a party nearby.



Slapping sounds from their doggie fucking followed, and then the excited passionate moans and squeals of her climaxing on his mouth and tongue. Standing and bent over on the patio was followed by her riding him like a monkey with her legs wrapped around the trunk of his tree. 



Marshall bent her over the back wall looking down at the city in plain view of the neighboring houses and fucked her more. He tried but couldn't break her will and make her feel any less than fully satisfied with his wild almost sadistic fucking. He wanted to break her will, make her whimper like a whipped child and fully submit to him. He spit on her ass and guided his dick over her anus with pressure, threatening to fuck her ass. When she didn't object, he pressed his weight into her body.



Judy cried out, "Oh god," when his big, bulbous head penetrated her ass, but she didn't stop him. Her ass felt so good to Marshall he fucked her with all the fury he could muster once he had worked his way into her fully. His fat cock stretched her tight little anus into a thin ring and some of her tissue clung to him and pulled out onto his dick on the backstroke. Judy climaxed twice more as he pounded her ass, the second time they came together. She pushed back off the wall and stood for him with her feet spread wide while he rammed her ass with all his weight until he shot his load of cum in her bowels. At the end, Marshall shoved his cock into her ass completely. He forced Judy up onto her tiptoes prying upward and almost lifted her up in the air on his dick as he released into her. "Oh god, yes... Come in my ass, love... yes, baby," she said when she felt the warmth of his cum inside her bowels. He held her pushed upward that way and growled at her with a dominant roar of sexual ecstasy until both the both had stopped squirting and he felt her body calm again.

<hr pg="2" />Back in the house, Judy led Marshall into the master bedroom and they rested in bed.



"I thought you were in charge and were going to direct things. What happened?" he asked with a confident smirk on his face.



"I didn't need to direct things, Marshall. You did exactly what I wanted you to do," she told him, and then added, "I'll always tell you when you are fucking up and when I want you to do something different. Right now I would like to feel your soft lips on my pussy and your tongue licking my ass and making it feel better."



Wishing he hadn't opened his mouth, Marshall yielded to Judy and assumed the position. A half hour later with a couple of Judy's orally-stimulated climaxes finished, she said, "You can fuck me some more if you are up to it, cowboy. When I want you to come, I'll give you that look. But, if you are worn out and too tired to keep going, I'll have Clint drive you back to Frank's Place. Oh, Clint is my husband. He is around here somewhere, watching. His big turn on is watching me fuck." Judy paused and added, "That's why the great room was so dark at the beginning, so he could be there unnoticed and watch us. Oh, by the way, nice job on your presentation. We got the contract."



"How do you know about my work... and what do you mean "we" got the contract?" Marshall asked.



"I'm Judy Mitchell Thornton, the new Marketing Group Manager, your new boss. I didn't want to my presence to interrupt things so late in the deal, so I just observed the presentation and evaluated everyone on my team. I will be telling you when you did well or when you fucked up for awhile to come. But, with you Marshall, I expect I won't have to tell you often. I think you will be able to read me most of the time by just looking into my eyes."



Marshall was awash with the sinking feeling he felt from the sudden and total lack of control, and from his fear of being dominated. He considered his dilemma briefly and asked, "How am I doing so far, boss?"



"Not bad for the first time. I am not ready to fire you yet. I might even want you to be the boss at times," she told him.



The sensual, inviting look in her eyes told him it was true.

