Chapter 6: Mason Visits
It wasn't twenty minutes. It was fifteen. Caroline's Honda pulled into the driveway first. When she got out, she had her gym bag with her dirty gym clothes inside. She'd changed into a tight top fit snugly over her breasts and a casual skirt with sneakers that paired well with her beautiful, long legs. It certainly wasn't date attire, until I realized why she wore it:
It'd be easy to take off.
Mason pulled into the driveway about a minute after her in a Lexus.
"Hubby take the car?" Mason asked as he got out, dressed casually in a T-shirt and jeans.
"Yeah," Caroline answered nervously. "He... um... usually does for work trips."
As she turned to lead him inside, Mason reached out and with one hand, clapped my wife on the ass under the skirt.
Caroline yelped.
Mason grinned.
The pair disappeared inside.
The office door was locked just in case he wandered the house. I had Bluetooth headphones jacked into my computer. I logged into the cameras.
I pulled up the kitchen first as the pair arrived. Caroline put down her bag. She smiled nervously toward Mason, who'd removed his sneakers and socks.
"Drinks?" Caroline asked.
"Hell yeah," he grunted. "What'cha got?"
"My husband drinks Scotch."
"Using hubby's stash? I'll take an Old Fashioned, then."
"I'll make you one. Go sit in the living room."
"A woman who does the prepping? Fine by me," he chuckled cruelly.
Then, as I watched, he walked past her and cupped her ass.
He was definitely bold.
Caroline just smiled meekly.
She got alcohol and mixers for cocktails. I switched to the living room where Mason was wandering around, looking at the photos and stuff on the wall.
"Your hubby leave often?" He asked her. "Work trips?"
"Yeah," Caroline responded.
He sneered, "He got any idea you have men over?"
"I don't have men over," she said. Caroline was almost done with the cocktails. "I just invited you for a drink. That's all." She finished the drinks and brought them in, handing him a glass.
Mason's smug grin spread. "That right?"
They clinked glasses. Caroline smiled. "Yep."
The pair drank. They both stared at one another for a long moment.
Caroline looked so jittery. My wife was timid. And Mason's imposing form, his crude manor, the fact that she was with someone who was ten times more aggressive than Justin or I; she looked terrified.
Mason casually reached out, brushing his fingers over Jess's bare arm. "Y'know, I'm kinda surprised you wanted to have me over."
"Why?" She asked.
He shrugged casually. "You seemed a bit insulted at the gym before. A bit bothered by me."
She clenched her teeth on the edge of her glass pensively, before saying, "Well, what can I say? You ’re persistent. And I’m... curious."
Mason smirked, his fingers trailing up her arm, leaving goosebumps in their wake. "Curious about what, exactly?"
Caroline hesitated, her breath hitching as his thumb brushed the swell of her breast. "About... um... certain things."
Mason’s grin turned predatory. "Things, huh?" He set his drink down with a thud, then sauntered close. He unsnapped his jeans, zipping them down. "What things?"
My wife visibly swallowed on screen. So did I.
"Um... lots of things." She backed away from him. I could see the indecision cross her face. Would she back out?
"Maybe things," he said, "like this thing?"
Mason dropped his pants, dropping his boxers to, I heard Caroline actually startle a gasp of shock.
Mason's big, thick cock flopped out into the open between them. It was definitely a sight. It was every bit the monster it had been in the changing room, now bigger and —for lack of a better word— more threatening. Veiny and long, it stood out proudly from his body.
Caroline stared, her eyes wide and her mouth parted in shock. Mason took a step closer, his hand wrapping around his length, as he used his feet to removed himself from his pants.
"What, scared?" He taunted, his voice thick with lust. "You wanted to know about things, right? Things like this?"
Caroline's breathed heavily, her chest heaving under her top. She looked up at him, her eyes filled fear. "I... I... um..." she was shaking. Even I could tell. "I wasn't thinking it was... um..."
"It was what?" Mason asked, peeling his shirt off.
She pointed at it. "That big."
Naked, Mason reached out and casually slipped his arm around her waist. He grabbed the flesh of Caroline's buttocks boldly through her skirt, grinning like a smug bastard.
Caroline couldn't look away from his cock. It was right up against her, almost touching.
"You know," Mason said, "nevermind the slappable ass you got here. You got a nice set of tits, too. And, you look like you fuck like a machine."
It was the crudest thing I'd ever heard and I bet the most degrading thing Caroline had ever been told.
But Caroline was fascinated by his cock and also, a little afraid. Mason had her standing there like a nervous wreck.
When she said nothing, Mason tipped up her chin and Caroline had to look away from his prick. "Why don't," he said, finding the zipper to her skirt and pulling it down, "you give it a feel?"
Caroline, despite the shock, yielded to Mason's touch. As he shoved her skirt down over her hips, leaving her in nothing but a pair of small, boy shorts and ran his hand over the curve of her ass, my wife reached forward and put a hand around his cock.
She pulled his impressive dick between her fingers, running them over the long curve of his hard-on. Mason smirked smugly, feeling her fondle him over from tip to root, and down over his balls.
Meanwhile, he clutched the fabric of her tip and lifted it over her. She raised her arms and let it come off, so she was only in her bra.
Caroline bit her lip, her hands reaching up to clutch the fabric of her top over her tits.
He wasted no time disposing of that, too.
Mason kissed Caroline for the first time. His kiss wasn't tender or passionate. It was hard and probing; forcing his tongue into her mouth. Caroline moaned. Her hands squeezed his shaft, jerking him off even as he kissed her.
Mason hooked his thumbs into her underwear and hiked them down off her ass. From one angle, I could see her nice, fat globes pop out of confinement and then almost immediately into his hands. They hit the floor and Caroline kicked them off. She was nude, now.
The pair kissed and fondled, headed toward the couch. God, it was hot! I was jerking off already. Mason was so damn forceful with her.
Caroline's calves bumped into the couch and she dropped down on her butt, panting a little from her lips lock. It put her seated right in front of Mason's dick, which stuck out into her face. He stood over her, smirking.
Caroline flicked her eyes up toward him. Out loud, she asked, "Are you sure?"
Mason chuckled, "Been sure since I walked in."
But I knew she was asking me. This was the point of no return. If I wanted to stop, I needed to say something.
But I didn't. I wanted this. And the heat in my timid wife's eyes told me she did, too.
After a few seconds, she said almost-resignedly, "Okay."
She grasped Mason's thick cock, and in perfect view of the camera, stuck out her tongue and gave Mason a lick from balls to crown—
—before shoving his cock into her mouth.
Caroline stuffed her lips full of Mason's prick. The enormous thing seemed really hard to swallow and yhe sight of her doing it —the way her lips stretched around him to accommodate his girth, the way her cheeks hollowed as she sucked, and difficulty swallowing— was so hot.
Mason stared down at my wife smugly, a cruel grin on his face as he stroked her hair, almost demeaningly.
"Uuuuuugh," he grunted low under his breath. "That's good. Just like that."
Caroline rolled her eyes up to him. She slipped back and forth, slurping on the end loud enough for me to hear. She was quiet; patient. Obedient. She even murmured a soft, low, "Mmmmm."
She grasped his hips, moving back and forth, sucking on him as she tried to control the pace. A bit of drool dripped down her chin, ending up on Mason's balls.
"There you go," he sneered. "That's good... that's what I've been thinking about since gym..."
Caroline sucked dutifully. When not holding his hips in her hands, she cupped his balls or stroked the base of his cock. She'd sucked Justin's cock, too, but this was on another level.
Then, to my own shock, she plucked his cock from her mouth and immediately tongued his balls.
Mason really liked that.
"Damn," he chuckled, "why are married chicks so slutty?"
Caroline moaned, tongue running across his nutsack. "I'm not slutty, Mason."
He laughed. "Baby, you're here with a guy you met at the gym, sucking his dick and licking his balls while your husband's out of town. You tell me who's slutty and who's not."
She looked up, pouty. "I'm just curious, okay?"
Mason's grin was wicked. "Whatever you gotta tell yourself."
Caroline just nodded.
She went back to work, delivering his dick to her mouth and sucking again deep enough it seemed to be in the back of her throat. Caroline gagged, but didn’t let up.
The gagging was such a turn on. I was wildly jerking off. Hearing her hollow, wet suction fill my ear buds drove me wild.
“Fuck,” Mason grunted. “Your mouth feels so fucking good.”
Caroline couldn’t see anything but Mason’s cock and thighs, and my wife's hair masked most of his groin. From all angles, her utter submission was the most erotically beautiful thing to see. She gagged, tears streaming down her cheeks, but despite the discomfort, I could alwo see Caroline touching herself; stroking her pussy with her own fingers while desperately sucking dick.
It was like the best porn ever.
Mason finally pulled out, letting her catch her breath for a moment.
“Fuck, you’re dirty, aren’t you?” he said, his voice harsh, dick dripping with my wife's saliva. “Be real, girl: you're pretty slutty.”
Caroline looked up at him, shaking her head no, but her nipples were hard and her breath came in ragged gasps. The look in my wife's eyes as she stared up at him was pure heat.
Maybe she thought Mason was a complete asshole, but regardless, she was definitely gonna fuck him.