Tuesday, November 30, 2010

KEEPING HER EYES ON SCOTT, WHO...



"My turn, honey," she said softly as she smoothly moved across him and straddled his head. He looked up and saw her soft, blond trimmed pussy hovering above him. The pink lips were slightly agape and her moisture was very evident. He moved his hands to her hips and pulled her down to him, breathing in her sweet fragrance. He worked his tongue like a magic wand, moving it from her vagina up to her clitoris and teasing it gently. Lily threw back her head, her hands clutching his head, pulling him more tightly to her. She shuddered, feeling her orgasm approaching.




Quickly, Lily moved down until she felt Scott's cock rubbing against the lips of her pussy. Reaching beneath her, she grasped his throbbing member, almost jammed the head of his cock between her nether lips and sank gratefully down until she was fully impaled. That was all it took. She heard Scott grunt and she knew that he was about to blow. Lily tensed and allowed her orgasm to overwhelm her as she felt Scott pulse and spew inside of her. She seemed to freeze in a rictus of spasmodic agony until she finally gasped and fell, exhausted, on top of her husband who enfolded her in his arms. They both drifted off to sleep in that position until hunger pangs finally awoke them and convinced them to descend to the kitchen for a late breakfast.


After a meal of scrambled eggs and scrabble (Scott's weakness) they settled in the study with large mugs of coffee and the photos that Lily displayed on the coffee table. She grimaced as she viewed the photos again, disgusted at herself for being taken in.


"Look, Scott. The tattoo is on the wrong hip, that's what finally awakened me and made me realize what I fool I've been," Lily said ruefully.


Scott shook his head. "Stop beating yourself up, Lily. As we said, we're moving on and now we're going to get to the bottom of this." He sat back with a puzzled frown on his face. "Now why would Crowe do this? What reason would he have? Scott mused.


Lily thought for a moment, then said, "Didn't he get really pissed when you got the Packard account? You told me that he was mad enough to spit nails."


"Yeah, but would he do something like this for revenge? It just seems so over the top, even for Crowe." Scott shook his head again. "It just seems so strange."


Lily picked up one of the photos again. "Scott," she said and the intensity in her voice was obvious. "Take a look at this, the woman in the photo. Look at her ankle, that scar."


Scott looked at the photo held by Lily. He saw the small, half moon scar and looked at Lily with a puzzled expression. "Doesn't register, honey. What about it?"


"Sonofabitch," Lily grated. "I know who that bitch is, it's Angie Rizzo. I swear I'll kill her." She looked up at her husband, fire in her eyes. "I know it's her, Scott. I'm sure of it."


"Okay, okay, Lily. Just calm down now. Get control of yourself," Scott tried to calm her and was pleased when the fire in her eyes dimmed a bit. She nodded and took a deep breath. "I'm alright, Scott, but I definitely know it's that bitch. She's in this scam along with that prick, Carl," she spat out.


Scott sat back, a puzzled expression on his face. "But why, Lily? Why would she do a rotten thing like this? Shit, I barely know her. What does she have against me?"


Lily laughed bitterly. "It's not you, honey. It's me. The stupid bitch thinks that I'm the one who blabbed about an affair she was having and which almost caused her husband to divorce her. I still don't know why he didn't.

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