Embracing Ellie: Chapter 8

When Ellie looked back, he could see the humor in her eyes—but he didn’t think she was joking; there was humor, but her expression suggested while she had seen another man’s erection, it was a funny story.

Instead of anger or bother, and instead of losing his arousal, the opposite happened. He wanted to know the funny story and his arousal charged ahead harder than ever, his heart pounding now, his scalp prickling with some sort of electric field. “You did?” His tone wasn’t angry, it was encouraging.

Ellie said, “Someone showed me a picture of…”

There was a little anger now. Like, who of her friends was going around showing pictures of penises? He couldn’t imagine one of her friends acting that way. Even her friends were good girls, like Ellie.

He said, “Why would they do that?” The encouraging tone had fizzled, and he couldn’t keep the admonishing sound of judgment away.

Ellie’s smile shrank, and she said, “As a joke.”

“What was funny?”

“Genevieve, from work—you met her once—she, uh, showed me a picture of a bottle of wine on her phone and she, uh, asked me if I’d ever had it before…”

“Okay…”

“But, well… I read the label and was thinking if I’d had the wine before and, like, it’s a man’s hand holding the bottle and then I look over and, you know…”

“Look over where?”

“In the picture, Danny,” she said, a little irritated. But her smile had returned. “The man’s hand was holding the bottle, but he was, the bottle was, like his thing was next to the bottle.” Now she rolled her eyes up and looked away and despite her tan, he saw her cheeks had blushed.

She said, “Anyway, everybody thought it was a real hoot.”

He didn’t even know what to say. Just frozen in the hammock with his erection nodding along with his heartbeat, looking at his beautiful wife recounting a prank, her breast bared and resting on his leg. Her nipple was hard.

“Had you ever had the wine before?” He kept his face straight.

Ellie laughed. “I think I did,” she said.

“It was as big as the wine bottle?”

Ellie scrunched up her nose. “Yeah, but it was like the camera angle or something or forced perspective.”

“You don’t think it was really as big as a wine bottle?” Why the fuck was this making him so crazy? What would rile him so much about something that should bother him instead?

“Well, I mean, that’s impossible…”

Now she raised his rock-hard member upright, and he checked his periphery, still frightened someone might spy on them or catch them. She looked at what he had, and it made him wild, thinking she was remembering the huge penis Genevieve had shown her and trying to determine if it really could have been as big as it seemed. If only they had a wine bottle handy…

She said, “There’s no way, Danny.”

“It’s not impossible,” he said.

Ellie showed genuine surprise, regarding him now, mouth agape, brows high. “You think Hemi’s is as big as a wine bottle?”

“Not as thick or anything.”

Ellie didn’t like the idea at all. “I don’t like that,” she said. “That would be weird.” And then, with a brief scowl, as if irritated by the idea of such an excessively sized penis, she returned her attention to the task at hand: his erection held upright between thumb and two fingers. His normal—some might even say above average—human penis. She moved her face closer, a little more tentative this time, scaring him she might lose her nerve and call this fun off. But she didn’t retreat, beginning to kiss his penis with soft, pouted lips.

“That’s the only one you ever saw?”

“Uh-huh,” she said between kisses.

He closed his eyes as the things she did with her lips took over and spread warmth through his chest. His head rocked back. “Yeah, mm, Hemi would like this for sure.”

Soft laughter breezed across his cock skin, then the head engulfed with cool wet from Ellie’s mouth as she sucked on the end of his hardness. It was unbelievable. She’d done this to him before in the car he had in college, but she hadn’t done it for a few years at all. And any time it had been done in the past, it was done in the dark. Never in daylight, and, good lord, never, ever outdoors.

This was a whole new Ellie. Supercharged by the cable car bungee; supercharged by their huge and handsome and charismatic tour guide. No jealousy spiked him; in fact, he felt accomplished, like he’d done something good for his wife by surprising her with the bungee, springing it on her mere hours after getting off the plane. Ellie responded well to challenges. Ellie liked to be challenged.

Ellie pulled her lips from his hardness, hid her mouth behind a hand, saying, “I wouldn’t want to disappoint him.”

“I think he’d like anything you did, Ellie. I think just being with you would be all he needed. You’re so beautiful.”

Ellie rolled her eyes and snuggled up to his hip and thigh again. But now all he could see was the back of her head and her lustrous hair as she teased his penis with her tongue and her lips. He grunted and humped his erection closer to her, wanting it right inside her mouth as deep as it would go. Voice husky with lust now, he said, “Hemi would want to watch you. Watch what you do.”

Ellie shook her head, and he knew she was smiling. She got up on an elbow and left-faced him, peeking at him through her hanging hair. Then she flicked the hair aside so he could see her profile, lifted his penis up again and put her mouth over it.

“Oh, wow, mm, just like that,” he moaned.

He endured minutes of almost excruciating pleasure. At times, he thought it would end because he wouldn’t hold back his orgasm, but Ellie somehow knew to slow down or change tactics. He hated to say it, but maybe she was a natural. It was hard to say, because, like Ellie, he’d only been with one other person. They were each other’s sole mates; no one else had ever had his penis in their mouth to compare it to.

Ellie continued, moving her head up and down, her mouth warm and wet and her Tonge sliding up and down; it was unbelievable. But every time he watched her, he would picture her doing this with Hemi and it would make him buck like he would ejaculate and he’d squeeze his eyes shut again.

Now his erection was out of her mouth, aiming straight up at him while Ellie ran her tongue point up and down his shaft in seductive drags. She stopped to say, “What about, you know, the other things down here? Do you think Hemi would want me to touch them or not?”

“I don’t know,” he groaned, disbelieving he was actually considering this detail. He looked up at the sky, saying, “They can be pretty sensitive.”

“Hey,” Ellie said. “Where are yours? They’re not even here.”

But he didn’t need to explain, and Ellie smoothed her hand down his stomach, under his upright ramrod, pushing fingertips and thumb on his pubic pad on either side of his shaft, forcing his testicles out of his body and into his scrotum. “There they are,” she said. Then: “Do you think Hemi’s would be bigger, too, just like his penis?”

He raised his knees and squeezed in his stomach, running his forearm across his eyes and trying not to let her dirty talk get him to ruin the moment by ejaculating up his stomach right now. But, god, this talk was absolutely killing him, absolutely driving him mad. “Yeah, probably,” he muttered in a squeezed-tight voice.

Ellie’s hand supported his erection, her thumb stroking the belly, and her warm tongue slithered over his balls. They pulled back again, and she had to push them out and hold them out so she could run her tongue on them again. She had him trembling and unthinking. The desire for Ellie to try this on Hemi was strong and now getting stronger. He wanted to talk about it; wanted her to tell him all the things she would do to Hemi, but was still too embarrassed. Like, as soon as he ejaculated, he knew the regret would consume him.

His hands came down now, touching her back, the other resting at his thigh. “We should, we should probably, you know, go inside now. Maybe take this to the bed.”

“That’s not very adventurous, Daniel,” she said, peeping at him through the hair that had tumbled to cover her profile again. He brushed it aside. “I don’t think I can last much longer. Don;t you want to get in bed?”

She frowned, confused. “I thought you were going to show me how to do this so I won’t mess it up with Hemi?”

“Very funny, Ellie. I know you’re teasing me—”

But more serious now, she said, “I want to do it right, Danny. Show me what’s good.”

“But I’m going to, you know… come.”

She thought for a beat, then said, “That’s kind of the point, Danny,” her thumb sliding a little on his erection’s belly. “Isn’t it?”

“Yeah, but…”

She said, “Would Hemi want me to stop?” She shrugged a shoulder and raised her brows.

He shook his head no, like he was answering a serious question. Ellie’s golden gaze had captivated him, hypnotized him, and anything Ellie asked heretofore, he would obey. Transfixed. Hemi would want to come in your mouth. Isn’t that obvious? Of course he would.

But he wasn’t Hemi, and Ellie only played. That meant Ellie wanted to give him a blow job to completion. He at once wanted it more than anything he’d ever wanted and at the same time rejected the notion completely; the idea of offending his wife’s mouth in such a manner was the least gentlemanly thing one could imagine.

But she’s saying she wants to do it, Danny.

He nodded now, the head-shaking transforming from side-to-side to up-and-down, each motion with a similar confident linear trajectory.

“Okay,” he muttered, knowing how dumb he sounded.

Ellie showed a comical face, whispering, “Well, wouldn’t he?”

“Yeah,” he said. “Yeah, for sure. Yeah, he would. That’s the way guys like that, you know…?”

And as Ellie’s mouth engulfed him and that insane soft throbbing pleasure consumed him once again, radiating from his beautiful wife’s wet mouth on the most sensitive sword-point, he buckled, folding, holding her head, something in his brain screaming out for the pleasure to stop. If he ejaculated, this fun would be over. If he ejaculated…

What?

Ellie would have owned him.

Yes.

Ellie controlled the situation. And that was no fun for Ellie—not in the long run. No, in the long run, all the fun would come from her exploration, from her discoveries. He wasn’t interesting. Ellie was interesting. Ellie was a wonderful, warm creature full of love and kindness. That’s what made her attraction to Hemi so exhilarating.

“Easy, easy,” he whispered, guiding her gently to slide her mouth off his erection, Ellie sitting up, backhanding her mouth, confused and a little worried. “I don’t want to stop right now. And if you keep doing that, I’m going to…”

“You don’t want to?”

“There are greater rewards, Ellie,” he said, smiling, thumbing her cheek. “My pleasure’s not as interesting as yours.”

“Yours is interesting,” she said, hand coming away from her mouth, revealing her smile.

“If you kept doing what you were doing, I know what the outcome would be. I’d rather keep talking and see what else you’ll tell me.”

“About what?”

“Come up here,” he said, guiding her up to lay with him, Ellie quick to trace the dress’s bustier back up to cover her bared breast They faced each other, and he loved the sexual gleam in Ellie’s eyes, that sort of dumbfounded glassy gaze.

“We’ve never really talked about sex before.”

“We didn’t need to. We’re both pretty good at it,” she whispered, settling against him, warm and still needy. She was aroused, turned on by what they were doing, playing like this outside in the sun, talking about the craziest, dirtiest things.

“We’re very good at it. And we do it a lot.”

“We’re a couple of dirty birds, aren’t we?”

“The dirtiest,” he said, tracing hair away from her delicate face.

“What do you want to do now?”

“I want to keep talking.”

“Okay,” she said, eyes down, her hands exploring his body. “Out here?” Her eyes came up to his. They were at the point where they should retreat to the privacy of a bedroom, but he could read some adventure in her eyes, a quiet request for him to make the decision they would stay out in the hammock under the sun.

“Right out here, baby,” he said, his hand sliding over her hip.

She said, “Can you take your shirt off? I want to feel your skin.” She ran nails on his chest, gripped the shirt cotton.

“On one condition,” he said.

“Yeah?”

His hand slid down to her bare thigh, then slipped up under the dress’s skirt. Ellie hissed with fright and bit her lips. He fingered the hip of her panties and slid them down her thigh.

“Oh my god, Danny,” Ellie gasped as anyone watching would see her bare ass.