Clandestine Reserve Affair Pt. 4

Friday Night, The Third Weekend...

Betsy looked around her house to make sure all was in place. She was satisfied with what she had done and then looked at her watch. The commander would be here any minute. After the last encounter, during night maneuvers, Betsy had wanted something very badly and so she had e-mailed Justin on the Sunday afterwards, at lunch time, about coming over to her house for dinner and a relaxing evening the next reserve weekend. He had not said a word about it at the end of the day so she had thought that he either hadn’t seen the e-mail or that he just wasn’t going to come; but yesterday she had come home from work and checked both her regular e-mails and her reserve e-mails. There had been one from the commander saying that he would come over, the night that he got into town, for a little while.

She made a mental list of all the things she had wanted to have ready. The steaks were on the grill, the potatoes were in the oven, a salad and the honey rice pudding with cherry sauce were in the refrigerator, the wine was in an ice bucket on the table along with the glasses, all the candles had been lit on the deck, the whirlpool had been cleaned as well as the waterfall that sat attached to it, the deck and back yard had been cleaned, the table was set, a couple of soft fluffy towels lay next to the whirlpool and there were a few little things that she thought they might need during the evening in a wooden box sitting on the table next to the double chaise on the deck.

The doorbell rang and Betsy looked at her watch again. Right on time. She smoothed her red halter dress and went toward the door, stopping at the mirror to check to see if all was okay. It was. Oh, was the commander in for trouble tonight. She opened the door and there he stood in khakis and a blue polo shirt. Again her heart skipped a beat and then started doing double time. She could feel the throbbing start again between her thighs and her breasts immediately became tight. “Come in, sir.” she motioned him in, “Did you have a good trip today?”

“It was strange,” Justin replied “but I couldn’t wait to get here today. What smells so good?”

“The steaks on the grill.” Betsy told him. “Would you do the honors, sir, while I pour us a drink. What would you like? I have beer, wine, bourbon or tequila.”

“What are you going to have?” he asked

“Some wine. A white grenache.” she replied.

“I’ll try some of that, too” he said.

“Then follow me out to the deck, sir. It’s out there.” she turned and led the way out to the deck, turning off the living room light as they went out. She handed him a barbecue fork and then turned to the table to open the wine and pour it. She turned back to him with two glasses in her hands and handed him one as he turned the last steak. “Here you go, sir.”

“Betsy, under the circumstances, don’t you think you should call me by my name when we are away from the office?” Justin questioned as he closed the top to the grill.

“Habit, Justin, but I will try to remember.....when we are away from the office.” Justin’s hand went around her waist to lay flat in the small of her back and he pulled her closer to him. Betsy’s free hand went up around his neck and pulled his face closer to hers. Their lips meet...at first very gently....then, almost at the same instant, they both exerted pressure to their hands to pull each other in a little closer....and both their mouths became more insistent....their kiss became very passionate....and their tongues were dancing together in almost a frenzy of movement. Justin’s hand was roaming up and down Betsy’s back, warming her cool skin each place that he touched; and her hand gently massaged the back of his neck. Without breaking the kiss, Justin sat his glass on the table attached to the grill and then took Betsy’s glass from her hand and placed it next to his. Her now free hand went around to his back and she used her other hand to run her nails through his hair massaging his scalp with them. She heard him moan lightly and felt his hands moving down her back to cup and massage the cheeks of her ass. Their passionate kiss finally came to an end leaving Betsy breathless...Justin’s mouth moved along her jaw, down her neck, then back up to her ear where he took her ear lobe between his teeth and lightly pulled. She moaned when he moved up and ran his tongue around the inside of her ear.

Justin whispered in her ear, “I better check those steaks, but don’t forget where we were.” Reluctantly they released each other. The steaks were ready to taken off the grill, so Betsy handed Justin a plate and went into the house to get the potatoes and salad. They sat down at the table to eat. Betsy would occasionally run her foot up and down Justin’s calf and every once in awhile he would run his hand up and down her thigh under her dress. He came close to touching her pussy on a number of occasions....but never quite did so....which was driving Betsy crazy. At the end of the meal they took their dishes into the kitchen to the sink and Betsy pulled out desert from the refrigerator. 

She kissed Justin lightly and whispered in his ear, “How’ld you like to get in the whirlpool?”

“I didn’t bring a bathing suit or shorts.”

She led him back out to the deck without saying a word. When they got to the chaise she turned towards him, reached back behind her and unzipped her dress. Then she unbuttoned the halter and it fell to the deck. She stood there in front of him in just a little white lace g-string that tied on both sides. “Do you really need any?”

He reached for the ties to her g-string and pulled both of them at the same time. It fell to the floor with her dress. “I don’t think so!” Betsy moved towards him and tugged on his shirt while he kicked off his loafers. The bulge in his pants was getting larger, as if it was trying to escape it’s tight confinement, and Betsy reached down to stroke it through Justin’s pants. It responded to her touch both with an increase in length and hardness. She unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants...then slowly unzipped them all while stroking that big and hard bulge in Justin’s pants. Justin moved his hands to the waistband of his pants and pushed them down....catching his bikini briefs on the way down. Betsy helped by easing the briefs over his enlarged and engorged cock. Justin’s cock pointed straight out towards it’s target....Betsy’s pubic mound and pussy....as Justin let the pants and briefs fall to the deck. He then bent over and pulled off his socks leaving them in the pile of his clothes as he followed Betsy into the whirlpool...his hands resting on her hips as they each lowered themselves down into the warm bubbling water. When Betsy reached the bottom she turned around to face Justin. He was standing on the seat part, legs slightly apart, and his cock was at the perfect place....aiming right at her mouth. One of Betsy’s hands reached forward and cupped his balls...the other hand wrapped around Justin’s pulsing cock....which caused it to pulse a little bit faster and stronger. She moved her hand up the shaft....lightly up the top side but using a little pressure on her thumb to massage the vein the ran from the base to the head. She uncurled the hand that cupped his balls and used her nails to rake across the area between his balls and ass....all the while moving her other hand up and down his cock....while Justin stood on the steps running his hands in Betsy’s hair and moaning. Just as Justin lowered himself onto the edge of the whirlpool to sit on the deck a drop of pre cum appeared at the tip of his cock....Betsy lowered her mouth down on the head and licked if off. She swirled her tongue around the head and then slowly started moving her mouth up and down the shaft....gradually picking up speed until her head bobbed up and down. One of Justin’s hand held onto the edge of the deck the other lightly pressed on the back of Betsy’s head....fingers curled into her hair. Suddenly, Justin tensed up, groaned, gripped the deck and her hair harder and jets of cum shot into Betsy’s mouth. She continued her assault on his cock until he was completely drained and lifted her head to smile at him. He lowered himself down on the whirlpool seat and moved his hands to the sides of her head....gently pulling her up and kissing her passionately...tasting his cum in her mouth.

Betsy moved up to sit in Justin’s lap...her bent knees on either side of his legs....her ass on his knees....his now limp cock just inches away from her mound and pussy....her hands around his neck...his around her waist....both their breathing slowing down to normal. “Damn, you’re good at that.” Justin breathed in her ear.

“Am I?” She teased. “Those are words a woman loves to hear. Really good for the ego.” Justin started running his hands up and down her sides and Betsy used her hands around his neck to pull his face forward towards one of her breasts and nipples. Justin needed no instruction on what she wanted him to do and started lightly sucking on one of those taught nipples....moving one of his hands up her side to start kneading the other breast. Her breasts were just the right size to fit in his cupped hand and he could feel that hard little knot in the center of his palm. He moved his hand down so that he had that bud between his forefinger and thumb and started alternately twisting and pinching. He felt Betsy arch her back, lean her head back and heard her moan of ecstasy coming deep from within her throat. She leaned forward to breath in his ear and heard her moan, “Harder, Justin. Do it harder.” He increased the pressure of his sucking on one nipple and then closed his fingers tighter around the other one. Betsy moved up in his lap so that her pussy just covered his still limp cock. She started moving her hips slightly so that her cunt was now massaging his slightly stiffening member and she was running her nails through his hair with one hand and massaging his neck with the other. 

Justin released the nipple he had been suckling on, moved forward on the whirlpool seat, moved his hands back around her waist and whispered in her ear, “Wrap your legs around my waist and hold on.” She didn’t question why but did as she was told. Justin stood up with Betsy wrapped around him and turned to sit her on the edge of the whirlpool. He took her hands from around his neck, laid her down on the deck so that her legs just dangled into the water of the whirlpool and kissed his way down from her tummy to her pubic mound. Betsy placed her legs over Justin’s shoulders and used her heels in his back to urge him closer. Using his tongue, Justin attacked Betsy’s pussy...licking and trying to get it into her as far as it would go. His lips and tongue racked across her pussy lips and made her shiver. He moved his tongue up and worked on her clit...chewing lightly on it....while two fingers found their way to the entrance of her pussy and started finger fucking her. Betsy placed one hand on Justin’s head and urged him closer. She was disappointed when Justin’s mouth moved away from her clit...but for only a minute, because she suddenly felt something quite interesting. Although Justin was still finger fucking her pussy he now inserted a wet finger on her asshole. She felt it slowly slide in....felt it move though that thin membrane with the two fingers in her pussy. Betsy groaned when the finger was taken out of her ass, but Justin only took a couple of seconds to replace it...but this time there were two fingers in both her pussy and her ass. He reamed both holes with his fingers for several minutes, but Betsy was losing track of time. Her body moved with with his fingers and she moaned, “Oh, God, Justin. Ohhhhhhhhhhhh God.” She was in ecstasy. What he was doing to her she’d never felt anything like it before. “More, Justin, more........” she whispered. It was then that she felt that wonderful crashing wave of cumming move over her and she moved her body with it....let it envelope her. She came to her senses and opened her eyes. Justin sat beside her with a huge smile on his face.

“I take it you liked that?” he questioned.

“Oh, god, yes. I’ve never felt anything like that.” she breathed out. “Damn, you are good.”

“Now I want to fill your pussy with my cum. Are you ready for that?” Justin asked.

“More than ready. Where? Here on the deck? In the yard? There’s the chaise or my bed?” She didn’t care where he fucked her....just that he did fuck her....and now! 

“Do you think the chaise will hold us?” he stood up and held out his hand out to her. “I like it out here. Don’t you?”

“Yes to both.” and she took his hand and let him pull her up. She was not sure she could have gotten to her feet without his help. Justin led her to the chaise, laid her down on it, and moved down over her. His cock found the entrance to her pussy without any help from her, like a missile going to a target, and it glided into her cum soaked pussy with one stoke. His hands were placed on the top of her head as if to push her body down further on his cock and her nails scratched lightly on up and down his back and ass. Occasionally she would cup his ass to urge his cock further into her pussy and then move back up his back. Her body moved in time with his...moving faster as his urgency increased. She felt him tense his body and then felt his cum explode into her pussy. Faster and faster he rammed his cock into her pussy until there was no more cum to flow and Justin slowed to a stop and pulled out of her. He waited until her breathing became more normal and then moved up over her so that his cock was at her mouth, which she opened and took in his cock....draining it and cleaning his shaft with her mouth, lips and tongue. He pulled out and leaned down to kiss her. She could not move and watched him as he got dressed to leave. He picked her up in his arms and carried her into her bedroom, laying her down on her bed. He leaned down to kiss her lightly and then turned on her alarm. 

“I’ll see you in the morning.” he smiled and turned to leave.

“You know something? There was something I really wanted you to do to me tonight and we didn’t do it.” she whispered.

“And what was that?” he chuckled lightly.

“I wanted you to fuck me in the ass.”

“Tomorrow.” Justin turned out her light and moved out of the room. She heard him lock the back door and move to the front door. The last sound she heard was the closing of the front door before she fell asleep....a contented smile on her face. She would hold him to that one.....tomorrow!