A FBOW excerpt in sequence: “ Three Times?”
R Rated: Careful, extremely erotic sequence following!
Chicago, Illinois
February 27, 1963
Walking behind, Elizabeth’s thighs actually looked to be a bit chubby also. But again imagining his head between those comfortable looking thighs, to Mitchell Lipensky, Elizabeth’s ‘bit on the chubby side’ thighs were just fine!
Though having more definition if wearing a pair of moderately heeled shoes, barefoot now, her calves and ankles were also not quite as well defined as he’d thought about forty-five minutes earlier.
No problem what-so-ever with ‘anything’ about Elizabeth.
Often wondering what he had seen in the perpetually thin woman he’d married.
He had analysed the reasons he and Marsha had married at ‘least’ a million times and always came to the same conclusion: ‘I was lonely and horny and she wanted to get away from her mother’.
Because Mitchell’s taste in girls, and later women, had always leaned towards the more zaftig, the more well rounded, the more curvaceous girl and later woman. As far as Mitchell Lipensky was concerned, ‘everything’ about Elizabeth Herzon/Lipshitz was absolutely beautifully perfect.
Opening a cabinet, removing a bath towel. “For you.” Elizabeth put it on the toilet lid.
Pulling the shower curtain on the bathtub. Turning the handles. Waiting for the hot and cold to meld.
No concern for stretch marks or seemingly impossible to get rid of bodily imperfections.
Going to Mitchell, putting both arms over his shoulders. No false modesty here, Elizabeth kissed him.
His hands going to her buttocks. Feeling the length of her nude, standing body tightly against the length of his nude, standing body. Holding her tighter. Forcing her closer, Elizabeth’s light kiss became a hard, passionate kiss.
The water melding.
The kiss lengthening.
Causing ten depressions in the soft flesh, his fingers tightening…
Did I really come?
“Did you really come?” Brazenly asked, “Mitchie, did you ‘really’ come?”
Of course Elizabeth knew he’d ejaculated because internally she had felt the penile pulsing. Also she had sensed his excessive semen draining from her vagina dripping over her rectum and onto the sheet —which she would have to remember to change before Myron got home as occasionally, if he’d had a bad day, he would opt to sleep alone.
“Did you really come?” Brazenly asked, “Mitchie, did you ‘really’ come?”
Surprised at feeling it’s prodding rebirth…
Bodies separating. Both looking down.
“Yeah, I did!”
Stepping into the shower.
“Not too bad for an old guy.”
Stepping into the warm, streaming water.
“Old guy, huh?”
Facing each other. “Yeah...” Scrubbing liquid soap over his shoulders, his back and buttocks. “...not bad for a thirty year old guy.”
Scrubbing liquid soap over her breasts, her back and buttocks. “Not yet. Not for six months.”
Streaming warm water and soap slathered bodies not exactly a deterrence to passion…
Kissing again…
Held tight again…
Wondering, Can we do it again? So soon?
Breast to chest. Elizabeth manoeuvring her body to accept…
Pelvis to pelvis. Mitchell angled his body to thrust…
Standing, in the warm cascading water…
Mitchell thrust… Elizabeth accepted.
****
“I hope those pills of yours work.”
Once again in b ed. “What pills?”
“Early on in our marriage, Marsha decided that she wanted to become pregnant and I ‘think’ it happened while we were taking a shower together.”
Sensing a small spat of unreasonable jealousy. “You and your wife take showers together very often.”
“No. Matter of fact, that might have been the only time… The pills?”
Aware of what he meant. “I take a few pills...” teasing him, “... what pill are you talking about?”
A bit alarmed. That birth control pill!”
“Oh, ‘that’ pill!”
“Yeah, ‘that pill’!.”
“Don’t worry, Mitchie, it’s worked just ‘fine’ with Myron and me.”
Sensing a small spat of unreasonable jealousy. “You and Myron, you get, uh, ‘personal’ very often?”
Thinking of a proper answer. “No, not ‘very’ often, but often enough to know it works.”
Elizabeth did not ‘really’ know how her birth control pills worked because after Myron had told her that he had not used a ‘rubber’ and the heated argument that followed; before they would have intercourse — which truly was not very often, she would check to be sure he had rolled one onto his penis before allowing entry.
Lying closely together.
Elizabeth, on her back with the blanket to below her chest. Mitchell, his hand cupping his head, on his left side with the blanket to his hip…
Looking at her face… Looking at her beautiful almond shaped, green eyes and again marvelling at the unbelievable fact that he was there. ‘Really’ there, lying nude alongside Elizabeth.
Her pageboy haircut, though towel dried was still damp. The blonde hair a bit darker when wet than when dry, and the honey coloured streaks a bit lighter when wet than when dry. Her high hairline smoothly following the contour of her forehead.
Elizabeth had a round face with— more vivid than his—green eyes. Her eyebrows, though shaped, were thick and arched. Elizabeth had a small, straight nose with moderately flaring nostrils, a sensuous mouth—that Mitchell thought was made for kissing—and her breasts! Elizabeth’s beautiful breasts.
Oh, God!
Lying on her back, the weight causing her breasts to flatten and lay to the sides of her chest…
Translucent near invisible stretch marks wholly inconsequential.
The tip of his finger lightly circling the circle of erectile flesh, watching as Elizabeth’s tuberous nipple arose again from the now tightening, light pink erogenous tissue.
All makeup washed away.
Absolutely overwhelmed by the fresh faced beauty of this young woman. His heart thumping, his head lowering…
Their mouths together, barely touching, feeling the touch of her tongue on his lips, his lips parted and the tip, the very tips of their tongues caressed…
When he made a motion to move. “No...” she whispered, “...don’t move. Don’t go yet!”
Mitchell’s mouth, along with his tongue stayed.
Tongue touching tongue… one was drawn inward.
As the kiss lengthened, his hand moved beneath the blanket onto Elizabeth’s soft stomach…
Wincing slightly at the feel of Mitchell’s open hand onto— in her opinion, mushy stomach that, try as she had. Try as her husband had forced her, still remained —in her opinion, ‘mushy’. However, no longer caring. At least no longer caring with this young man.
Relaxing now.
Fully relaxed now…
Loving the soft feel of Elizabeth.
Being a number of pounds more than he wanted for himself, the soft feel of Elizabeth’s stomach bothering him not in the
slightest.
His hand moving lower... past her deeply inset navel onto—causing a twitch of his penis and spasm in his rectum—the abundant floss of Elizabeth’s hair….
His index finger parting the dangling lips of her vagina, the tip of his finger playing along the ridge of the sheath hiding her clitoris..
Gently caressing…
The pink bud no longer in hiding…
“Mitchie...” her breathing harsh, “...Mitchie, baby, kiss it.”
Stopping the gentle motion of his finger long enough to throw the blanket back.
Her eyes closed. Her hand encircled about his fully reserected penis...
“Slide down, baby.”
Wanting him to do what she knew he was about to do. ‘Needing’ him to do what she knew he was about to do and needing to do what she knew ‘he’ wanted her to do.
Moving downward on the mattress. Making room for Mitchell to lay lengthwise alongside her…
Spreading her legs from side to side. Opening her thighs…
Facing the widened juncture of Elizabeth’s thighs.
Looking at the heavily covered triangle of dark blonde hair.
Caressing the length of her vagina. Playing the tip of his finger along the now hardened ridge of Elizabeth’s sheathed clitoris…
Drawing the overlapping lips into his mouth…
Her body tensing, then relaxing…
His tongue parting the overlapping lips…
Sensing his tongue, arching her hips upward…
The wet warmth pushing against his mouth…
Tasting the fluid of Elizabeth’s passion,
One half inch of the pink bud no longer in hideing.
Sensing the tickle within his urethra…
Mitchell’s penis now inches from her face, watching as…
Seeing the crystalline droplet…
Wanting…
Having an urge to do that which Elizabeth had never before wanted or had an urge to do…
The crystalline droplet of semen bothering her not at all…
Feeling the wet warmth.
Glancing over his shoulder to be sure. Oh, God! Causing another contraction, the sense of her mouth as a jolt of sexual electricity…
Drawing him inward, filling her mouth…
Knowing this was something Elizabeth had said ‘she’ wanted to do, not something she was doing because she thought ‘ he’ wanted her to…
Although, ‘yes’ he sure did!
Her eyes closed. Floating within her sea of eroticism— passion dictating what she wanted to do, and doing it!
Loving the erotically delicious draw and release pressure of her mouth.
Loving the slight sea tang scent of Elizabeth.
Loving the taste of Elizabeth.
His lips tightly encirceling the minuscule length of Elizabeth’s erection… Of the half inch of Elizabeth’s exposed erected clitoris…
Drawing in and out…
Drawing in and out in cadence with the suck and release upon his penis.
The cheeks of her buttocks tightening and loosening in cadence with his suck and release...
Unaware that she’d tightened her thighs…
The warmth of Elizabeth’s no longer merely imagined thighs held tightly to either side of his face…
The warmth of her thighs on the sides of his face.
The suck and release upon Elizabeth’s clitoris matching the suck and release of her mouth upon his penis...
The scent…
The taste…
The warm feel of Elizabeth’s soft thighs…
Having no idea if Elizabeth did this with her husband, nonetheless, unwilling to ejaculate this way.
Unwilling to ejaculate in her mouth…
Although: Having an urge to do that which Elizabeth had never before wanted or had an urge to do…
Forcing his head from her soft thighs and his penis from the deliciously erotic sensation of the pull of her mouth.
Rapidly changing positions…
Head to head now… Back in the warmth.
Oh, my God!
“Oh, my God!”
Pulsing…
Elizabeth’s buttocks tightening and loosening as…
Pulsing…
Mitchell’s rectum tightening and loosening, as…
Pulsing…
Slowing…
Softer...
Speaking into his ear, “Holy cow, Mitchie...” attempting to catch her breath, “...three times!”
His cheek against her ear, breathing deeply, taking a moment to catch his breath, “Yeah!”
Tightening her thighs about his waist, wanting him there, “I didn’t think that was even possible.”
His flattened body held off hers only by his forearms. “You or me?”
“Both of us, baby!” Her breathing evening. “Both of us.”
Clearing his throat…
“A hair?”
Clearing his throat again, “Yeah.” Clearing once again and swallowing.”
“Gone?”
“I think so…”
Sensing himself slipping away.
“Not too bad for an old guy, huh?”
Relaxing her thighs, “Jeeze, Mitchie,” the tips of their noises touching, “you’re ‘only’ twenty-nine!”
“Yeah, for another six months.”
“Tell you what, then, mister...” said in a mock serious tone, “...we’ll have to try this again in six months.”
“Three times in…” glancing at the Baby Ben on the nightstand, “...about two hours?”
“Yeah.”
“We ‘gotta’ wait six months to get together again?”
“No, Mitchie,” she said seriously. “This we can do anytime you want!”
“How’s about this time next month?”
“On the twenty-seventh?”
“Tell you what, Liz! Today’s Wednesday…. What if we meet at Harding’s the last Wednesday of each month.”
“Same time?”
“Yeah… Tell you what, let’s try to make it a bit earlier, say ‘twelve’.”
“Okay.”
Laying quietly a few seconds, enjoying the soft warmth of the others body.
“I want to tell you something, just in case you’re worried: I’m not the motherly type and ‘really’ do not want to have a baby!”
“Well, the thought had crossed my mind, and the way we were going at it, I hope you’ve got really good birth control pills!”
“I do, honey. I do!”
“What about Myron? He ever come home early?”
“No, he works in an office downtown and never gets off till five, then there’s traffic, and on Wednesdays he goes directly to the gym… So he says.”
“You think he’s screwing around?”
Her hand cupping his fully deflated penis. “Yeah, I hope so.”
Rolling off now. Sitting on the edge of the bed. “If something comes up and we can’t make it next month...” Mitchell said, “...how’s about some kind of signal we can use to let each other know.”
“Hope that doesn’t happen.”
“Yeah, me, too. But if we have to… What if we call the office in the morning and leave a message saying that you or me have spoken to mister, uh… ‘Murphy’, and thanks for the lead.”
“ ‘Murphy’?” Elizabeth questioned. “Like in ‘Murphy’s law’ that says ‘if anything can go wrong, it will’?”
“Hmm, considering this...” his hand motioning about the room, “...maybe Murphy isn’t such a good idea.”
“Nah, it’s a name we won’t forget.”
“We’ll just make sure nothing does go wrong.”
“A whole month!” Her arms about his waist, kissing his back, “I can’t wait, baby.”
Baby! “You call me that whenever you want!”
Glancing at the Baby Ben: 4:20. Reluctantly leaving the
comfort of Elizabeth’s arms. “Think I better get going.”
Thinking it best to remove whatever scent of Elizabeth might be on his body. “How’s about another quick shower?”
“Love to!”
****
Driving home…
Away from Elizabeth, considering the consequences. Feeling guilt, a ‘lot’ of guilt. Feeling fear, a ‘lot’ of fear at the thought of being discovered.
But she ‘told’ me to! Mitchell rationalised. If she wasn’t so damn bitchie all the time, and so fuckin’ cold all the time… She ‘told’ me to! Marsha said she ‘wanted’ me to go find someone to fuck… She ‘wanted’ me to! She ‘told’ me to!
Knowing what he had done under ‘any’ circumstance was wrong!
A nd the kids! What happens to my kids when… if she finds out?
The thought of discovery! The consequence of discovery terrifying!
So I did it once; so I don’t have to do it again! I won’t do it again.
Sexually satiated!
An easy vow to make after three orgasms…
Oh, yeah! A very easy vow to make after three mind blowing orgasms within two and a half hours.
In reality, to give up that which he had just found?
To give up this beautiful, self assured woman with a sexual appetite matching his own that ‘truly’ loves him!
To give up this ‘literal’ woman of his dreams?
For what? A shrew that hates him? To give up this beautiful, self assured, sexual woman for a—in his opinion—frigid, sexless, hateful shrew?
His children, however.
Next FBOW excerpt in sequence: “Secret Weapons”
