PLAYTIME-CHAPS. 25/26/27 – THE CHRONICLES OF THE “YARD ‘O BEEF”

PLAYTIME – CHAP. XXV – ANTICIPATION

Mary looked over the card she received from the handsome man at the door to the porno shop in Central City. The well-dressed, black guy. The fellow who had driven her to tears of pleasure. The fellow she had John suck off with her as the last ditch effort to retain her sanity from the yard o’ beef they’d encountered in this gloryhole. The card read, ANSON BLAINE, CONSULTANT. That was all.

She lay in bed that night, remembering his huge black cock…tasting it…fucking it…nursing on the end as it filled her mouth….watching the come spurt out. She got wet again remembering John’s mouth on the end, and taking the come into his open mouth.
This dick is going in me again, one way or another. I can’t believe something as huge as this is NOT going to be fucking me again.

In the middle of the night, she kicked off the covers, naked as usual. Turned her mouth down to John’s testicles, sucking gently on one, trying not to waken him, but too full of sex to not do it. The hard nut inside rolled around her tongue and she nursed on it, pretending it was the bigger one she’d enjoyed in the room at Central City. She went for it, took both the balls in her mouth, her husband’s entire scrotum in her mouth. Such control! I could be like Putanna, a dominatrix. And I could be a slave, too. I’ve got to talk to her again, as she comforted the bag of skin in her mouth, enjoying the comfortable, safe smell of her man.
I want that huge monster inside me again.
She savored the night, the taste and smell, the hardness of her man’s nuts rolling in her mouth.
Okay, yeah, size DOES make a difference. And that horse-cock is going in me again, one way or the other. Anson Blaine, you huge motherfucker.

PLAYTIME – CHAP. XXVI – MEET ‘N GREET

Promptly at 11 a.m. on Saturday in Central City, John and Mary sat at an outdoor table at the deli she’d mentioned in the email to Anson Blaine, the consultant.
He arrived promptly, too. Natty suit and tie, on a Saturday morning.

“Do I have the pleasure of the company of Mary?” he asked as he came to the table of the couple.
John rose. “I am John — Mary’s husband. Please join us.” He smiled as he spoke, not wishing to freak out the handsome fellow. The handshake was cordial, not a power-thing among men. John took the lead in seating himself beside his wife, who couldn’t help but grin at the man before her. Anson sat opposite the couple, still unsure of the situation…cautious. Plausible deniability was uppermost in his mind.
The server approached. The lady ordered iced tea with lemon. John claimed a Heineken and told the visitor to order whatever he wished, they’d cover the meal. “Iced tea for me, please,” came the courtly baritone. Blaine watched expectantly, not sure of the purpose of this meeting, hoping for the best and cautious about the worst. He recognized the stunning woman from the shop, and he was wary of her husband with her.
“Please – I want to put you at ease, Mr. Blaine. We’re not here to cause you any harm or problems for you. You remember me from the shop, right?” Mary said.
A slight nod and a smile from his mouth that didn’t reach his eyes. Maybe they’re wearing a wire.
“John was there with me that day. It was the first time I’d – we’d – ever done this at one of those places. We both were totally freaked out – pleasantly!!. I wanted to meet you again – John too. Mr. Blaine, you have the biggest freakin’ dick I’ve ever seen and I want another shot at it!” she blurted out. Her wide eyes and obvious sincerity gave no doubt to the man opposite them she was honest. “I loved every bit of that experience. Every inch…” and she grinned.

Anson relaxed a bit hearing this confession, believing it and watching her husband nod and hold his wife’s hand. Still – was this some kind of set-up? “Ma’am, I have to be real careful here. You understand. I have a business and a reputation to protect. My name and my reputation IS my business. Plus, I don’t really know either of you.”
She nodded. “Yes, please accept my apology if there is any cause for alarm. I get it. Use your professional skills any way you wish, you’ll find John and I are only interested in me wanting some more of your delicious huge monster. Nothing else. And my husband is totally okay with this, as long as he gets to watch.” The server came by with drinks and asked if they were ready to order. John looked at Anson, who shook his head and said he wasn’t hungry. “I think we’ll just go with the drinks today, thank you,” he said. As she left, Anson looked closely at the couple. His memory reminded him this alluring woman had taken most of his size and apparently not complained, even had made him come. Most women he’d dated and gotten intimate with dropped him quickly, he didn’t know why except if it was his huge length. Perhaps….

They sipped drinks as a silence lengthened. Both sides of the table were sizing each other up, wondering how much more to divulge, how explicit they could be.
“Both of you were in that room weren’t you?”
“Yes,” she admitted.
“You both did that, didn’t you?”
“Yes,” John replied, looking directly at him.
Anson sat back in his seat, crossed his leg and took a slow drink of the cold iced tea. “Well, that’s the first time I’ve gotten off in a year from somebody else,” he admitted.
Mary smiled and took John’s hand. “Baby, I love that monster you’ve got in your pants. I want it in me again. Check us out any way you want, then email me again, okay?”
He agreed. Mostly convince now of their sincerity. But…check them out.

She ran her fingertips over her tongue, laid them on Anson’s hand lying beside his glass. “You can be my Toy if you want. John gets to watch. When his Toy is there, I get to watch. I’m his whore and we’ve been married for thirty years now.”
“And I’m her whore,” John smiled back at her.
“You mean he pays you?” Anson said with eyebrows raised high.
“No, no way. It just means I enjoy sex, like a person ought to. John shares this joy.