Date: Wed, 29 Mar 2006 09:36:27 -0800 (PST) From: Kevin Beck Subject: Bitch (Part 4) TG, Magical, BS, AP I only had two stops to make and the first one was easy, China Kitchen, for Chinese food. I was in and out of there in less then five minutes thanks to Bev's schedule which informed me exactly what food I should order. The only problem I had was when the worker called me ma'am, I felt like strangling him, yet I just smiled and placed my order like Bev would do. Back in the car sitting in the driver's seat with the food sitting in the passenger seat, I checked the schedule once again even though I already knew my next destination. Much to my dismay the schedule read the same thing as it read a couple of minutes ago, the second and final stop was to 1027 Hillcrest Drive, Bev's house and husband. I cursed under my breath as I pulled out of the China kitchen parking lot heading in the direction of Bev's house. I hit the button on the garage door opener which was hanging on the visor, exactly where Bev's note said it would be, and started to watch as the garage door seemed to fly up eager for me to park my car next to the one that was already in the garage. Reluctantly I pulled my car into the garage of the two story house in a well off suburban neighborhood where every house looks the same. I put the car in park and turned it off before I hit the button on the garage door opener and watched in my rearview mirror as the garage door seemed to fly even faster downward, hitting the ground in seconds trapping me in Bev's house. I paused to take a deep breath before making my next move. Here goes nothing; I exited the vehicle with the book bag, purse and Chinese food crammed in my hands and the keys in my pocket. Bev's husband was waiting by the door holding it open as I walked up and by him entering the house without acknowledging his presence. I found myself in the kitchen; however I really didn't care what room I was in or what it looked like, all I cared about was getting rid of the thousand pounds I seemed to be carrying. So I quickly found a place to lose the weight, I placed the Chinese food, book bag and purse on the kitchen table. "I'm starving" Bev's husband stated from behind my back as I heard the door he was holding open, close and then the lock on it being clicked as I rested my arms. I then heard his footsteps on the linoleum floor coming closer to me, panicking I grabbed the book bag and purse off the table no longer concerned about the pain my arms would feel due to the bag and purse, and I took off in the opposite direction. "What don't I get a kiss today?" "I figured you wanted to eat, your starving" I said coolly leaving the room without even turning around to look at him. I could here the rustling of the bags and boxes of food being opened as I made my way quickly through the house to the den passing through the hallway and living room ignoring the pictures that I could see out of the corner of my eye. The pictures of Bev's children, of the whole family together, and of just Bev and her husband, the pictures showing exactly who I am and the life I have, and I'm sure the wedding picture was one of them. I made it to the den, looked around and noticed I was in the clear there were no pictures hanging on the walls, just a few degrees and awards Bev accumulated in her lifetime, along with a desk and a few plants. However when I set the book bag and purse on the desk, where according to her notes Bev corrects her papers, I noticed I was wrong. There sat a silver framed photo in the upper right hand corner of the desk. The photo was a picture of the family; and my curiosity took over since this was my first look at Bev's children and husband. So I picked it up by the frame and ran my finger tip from person to person over the glass studying the photo and each member of the family. In the photo Bev and the children were seated on a tier system with Bev being in the middle and higher up, while the children one on each side were a level below. As for Bev's husband, he was standing directly behind Bev with a hand on her shoulder. Judging by the background of the photo, a Christmas tree and fireplace with four stockings hanging on the mantle, and the colors the family was dressed in it was for Christmas, probably a Christmas card they handed out a few years back. I studied the photo starting with Bev's husband, Dan according to Bev's notes; he was standing with a smile on his face looking through silver rimed glasses in a dark forest green sweater and a white collar shirt underneath the sweater. Yet I could care less what he was wearing I was too absorbed in his hair one spot being at the top of his head, he was almost a chrome dome with a shiny bald spot on top, the only thing separating him was the black hair that went around the side of his head. The other patch of hair which was bothering me more was the thick patch of black hair forming his moustache below his nose. In disgust I turned my attention away from Bev's husband to the children hoping to wash the bad taste out of my mouth Elizabeth or Liz and Simon according to Bev's notes who luckily were attending college in another part of the state, were neatly dressed Simon in a green polo shirt and Liz in a red turtleneck sweater. Simon reminded me of Bev he had a skinny slim body with arms that looked like toothpicks like Bev, and he had the same color hair as her. However amazingly his hair was longer then Bev's, it was rather shaggy too accented with sideburns. Another obvious difference was his expression; he had a happy joyful expression that could be easily seen by his bright smile, not a stern cold expression like Bev. Liz on the other hand took after her father, she wore glasses only hers were black matching the color of her long straight hair. However that was not the major giveaway that Liz took after her father, it was what was under her sweater breasts, big breasts, two to three times the size of Bev. Yet that was not her best feature though, it was her smile on that angel like face, it could make any guy melt so unlike her; and then I caught myself from finishing my derogatory thought because right now I was what I was about to say, her mother. Right now I'm the woman in the photo with the stern expression on her face, even in a photo with her family Bev can't smile. I'm the woman in the photo in a red blazer and white turtleneck sweater that was rubbing on her neck and chin, with a child on each side and husband standing behind resting a hand on the red blazer and shoulder of his wife. Right now I'm Bev Paulick, and if I don't get my body back the next time I would actually be the one sitting in the middle with a child on each side and a husband with his hand on my shoulder. I quickly put the photograph back on the desk like it was a hot potato and tried to block out the nasty thoughts and just concentrate on Bev's instructions, so I grabbed the purse and left the room. I went down the hall to the master bedroom, Dan and Bev's bedroom, which I guess is now my bedroom. Upon entering the spacious room my eyes immediately went to the bed where Bev not only slept next to her husband but well you know. The bed was large, a king size, with an oak headboard and a brick red floral print comforter with flowers dusty purple and rose pink and the stems leaf green. On the left side of the bed is a nightstand with a red shaded lamp, a digital clock and a book. On the right side is well, nothing, because a little ways down from the bed is an entryway to a small bathroom. Although I guess there is something, if you include a window, there are two of those on each side of the bed that look out onto the road, when you brush aside the curtains that match the comforter. The room also has two dressers made out of the same wood as the headboard, one long and one tall, probably one for Bev and one for Dan. I quickly figured out which was which because I could see make up and a jewelry box on the long dresser and a wallet and keys on the tall dresser, which you had to pass by to get to the bathroom. Behind me on the back wall beside the entryway of the bedroom was a big long closet with oak sliding doors. "The food's getting cold" Dan's voice echoed through the house, stopping me from opening up the closet, and giving the room a further examination. "Shit" I moved over to the long dresser and set the purse on it as I hurried out of the bedroom heading back to the living room and the closet located by the front door to hang up Bev's coat. I closed the closet door after hanging up the coat next to the six coats that were already hanging in the closet, and yelled to Dan in the kitchen. "I'll be there in a minute" Because I had one other thing to do, and my body was telling me I better do it quickly. I entered the room, flipped the light switch and closed the door, then turned and saw Bev's reflection in the mirror above the bathroom sink and counter. I lifted up the jumper as I watched the reflection in the mirror do the same, revealing a white silk full cut panty with a lace strip at the top and around the legs, not very exciting or sexy. However I was surprised by something as I looked at the panty, something was showing through the panty, some chestnut brown hair. I quickly pulled the panties down and saw a nice mound of hair; I couldn't take my eyes off the bush, why would someone want something like that. I dug around the mound in search of her pussy lips, because I did wonder if she even had pussy lips. Yes I found them after some hunting, but the pain in my body was too much. I needed to go to the bathroom now; further examination could be conducted later, maybe. So I went to the bathroom, sitting down on the toilet is much easier without the equipment hanging between your legs. After wiping, washing and straightening my clothes I headed for the kitchen, and dinner with Bev's husband, better late then never. Bev's husband was already at the dinner table munching away and I sat down at the table to the right side of him where a plate of food was sitting for me, how considerate. We soon began discussing our day as we ate, I grumbled about the students at college first and then he grumbled about his clients at the insurance office, dinner was going smoothly. However near the end it took a wrong turn, out of the corner of my eye I caught something a piece of rice caught in his moustache. I couldn't take my eye off the grain of rice as he talked about his work, it was disgusting. But as I continued to stare, it became less disgusting and more amusing by the second. Until I couldn't contain myself, I started laughing uncontrollably. "What, what did I say that was so funny" Dan asked with a hint of annoyance. There was no way I could answer him, the only thing coming out of my mouth was laughter as I looked at him. I watched with tears in my eyes as he picked up his napkin and wiped his mouth. Dan must have noticed the grain of rice because I could see his face turn beet red and the napkin slam down on the plate before he got up and left the room, while I continued to laugh. I finally stopped laughing and caught my breath a minute or so after Dan left the room. I finished my dinner trying to ignore the guilty feeling I had about laughing at Dan, in his face, because the other feeling I had was a sense of relief because now that Dan was mad at me it should be easy getting through the night without having to do any wifely duties. After finishing dinner I put the dishes in the dishwasher and the leftovers into the fridge, and then headed toward my safe haven, the den. In the den I looked over the three papers that Bev made out for me, trying to memorize all the information. I wanted to be able to act like Bev, moving about the house with ease without having to stop and look at the notes or having to recall the next item on the list by picturing the notes in my head. I even gave myself little quizzes to make certain I had the information memorized. When I felt confident enough I moved on to other tasks like correcting the papers from today's class and looking over the papers for tomorrow, but I still continued to quiz myself on the notes just to make certain I needed to, to build up my confidence. That's how the night went, until late at night I heard a voice from behind. "I'm going to bed" I turned to see Dan standing in the doorway, with a face showing signs of stress and strain, not to mention his body, he looked exhausted. I felt sorry for him as I watched him turn and leave the doorway, going to the bedroom. I turned back around trying to focus my mind back to the papers I was going over, however my mind was occupied by images of Dan. The image of me ignoring him when I entered the house, the image of me running in the other direction to avoid giving him a kiss, the image of me laughing in his face, the image of him alone in the bedroom struggling with his sore and tired body trying to get undresses, moaning and groaning in the process. That last image was the one that kept repeating in my head, until finally I couldn't stand it anymore these images, especially the last one, made me feel ill, and there was only one dose of medicine that could cure my sickness. So to the bedroom I went, just to help Dan out of his clothes and into bed, I figure I at least owe him that. "Need some help?" I snuck in the bedroom and right up behind Dan who I startled either with the sound of my voice, or the words that came out or both. Then before he could answer my hands were on one of the three remaining buttons he didn't unbutton yet. I had the buttons undone in record time, and just as quickly I helped him slide his arms out of his shirt, going to his backside to do so, and let it fall to the floor. Then I moved onto his white wife beater tee shirt which I grabbed the hem on by his waist, now facing Dan face to face, and lifted it off of him as he raised his arms making it easier to remove. I tossed the shirt to the ground while in the process of dropping to my knees. I looked up at Dan from my knees, his face still showed his exhaustion, strain and stress, partly caused by me so continuing with my course of action, I reached for his belt buckle. My hands worked their magic on the belt buckle, button and zipper of the pants, then I rolled them down his legs while he stepped out of his black slacks one leg at a time. I looked up at Dan again only his face remained the same and all that was left was his silk boxers with a very noticeable bulge underneath. I grabbed the elastic of the boxer shorts and brought them down with one quick motion while maintaining eye contact with Dan waiting to see his facial expression change. Yet with the boxers at his feet his face remained the same, showing his exhaustion, strain and stress, partly caused by me, and then before I knew it I looked away from Dan's face to his pubic area as my mouth went around his cock. My stare was transfixed on the forest of black pubic hair as I came closer and then further and then closer and further away, while my tongue explored every inch of his cock, from the big vein on top to the swelling purple head. As I sucked away I could taste a musky smell from the cock being in the warm sweaty climate trapped under the boxers and pants all day, along with the cock rubbing on dribbles of urine in the fabric of the boxers, leftover from every time Dan used the bathroom. I also could hear a slurping sound echoing through the room as I continued working on his cock. I tried blocking out the smell and the noise by keeping my mind occupied on remembering what I liked when girls sucked my cock. What did they do to make me enjoy it more and I tried to do the same thing so I concentrated some of my attention where the head meets the cock, and on his hairy balls. I thought I was doing a good job but when I looked up at Dan expecting to see a smile from ear to ear, I only saw a smile up to his cheek and only on one side of his face. Not to mention his face still showed signs of exhaustion, strain and stress, maybe Dan would rather be doing something else. So I slipped his cock out of my mouth and got up from my knees and made me way across the room to Bev's dresser, I bent over placing my right hand on the corner by the end nearest the closet, I turned my head to Dan with my ass sticking high in the air. "Why don't you get your ass over here, lift up my jumper and Fuck me." So just like every male, when a woman tells them to fuck her, he was over by me in a flash. I felt his hands pulling up the denim jumper until it was at my waist, and with one hand holding the jumper the other pulled down my panty to my knees. Then I felt a hot hard object push through the bush and right into the old wrinkly pussy, as one of his hands still held the jumper out of the way. I felt his hips start to rock as he began to go in and out, in and out, as the muscles in my pussy contracted and stretched for the object. I started to match his hip movements, which resulted in a loud slapping noise as are bodies slammed into each other. A feeling I never felt before entered my body, as I turned my head to the right and saw Mrs. Paulick, dressed in a white blouse and denim jumper with a man holding her denim jumper at her waist as they fucked matching thrust for thrust. Only I wasn't seeing this from across the room I was seeing it through a mirror, it was my reflection, I was Mrs. Paulick in a white blouse and denim jumper with a man, more specifically Mrs. Paulick's husband, holding the denim jumper at my waist as we fucked matching each other thrust for thrust. Then I noticed Dan's stare through the mirror. "You like watching me fuck you Bev? Why don't we get a closer look?" Then I felt him turn his body and mine since we were connected at the hips, until I had two hands on the dresser. "How's this honey" he asked? I was face to face with Mrs. Paulick's face staring at her chestnut brown hair, her chestnut brown eyes, and the old wrinkly face that moved showing every groan and moan of pleasure that her husband, who was standing behind her with a smile to his ear but only on one side of his face, caused. Once again I was reminded that it was my chestnut brown hair, my chestnut brown eyes, my old wrinkly face that moved with every groan and moan of pleasure that my husband brought on, it was my face Mrs. Paulick's. Dan and I continued with the slapping sounds as bodies came together, while giving me a feeling I have never had before and it was continuing to get better by the second. "Harder, Dan, harder" I screamed not knowing why that came out of my mouth. I was challenging his manhood and like every other male he fought back driving harder and harder. I tried to match each thrust with the same force but couldn't. "Oh Dan... fuck me.... fuck your wife" I said pausing to take a breath and make a groan between each set of words. "You like that Bev" 'Oh Dan, oh yes, oh I love it" then a wave of pleasure flushed trough my body. I was flying through the sky at 100 hundred miles and hour then floating on the clouds the next as a wetness came from below. "Ahhhha" Dan groaned then his body tightened and shuttered as his juices mixed with my juices. We both were catching our breath and he was the first to move out of our locked position. I felt him pull his deflated cock out of my pussy allowing the warm juices trapped in there to start running down my legs while he let the denim jumper fell back to my ankles. Then Dan moved back to the bed and landed with a thud on it, while I reached down into one of the drawers and pulled out a nightgown that was on top, off to the bathroom I went, to get rid of the warm juices running down my legs. I was in the shower for twenty minutes just letting the water cascade down my body, not even caring that this was the first time I had Bev's body totally naked. I don't know how long I was in the bathroom, a good forty minutes or so before I walked back into the bedroom wearing the cherry red silk nightgown that went just past my waist, ready to go to bed for the night, Dan was ready to, that is for something else. "I wondered if you died in there" Dan stated while he rested on the bed stroking his cock with the purple head throbbing, and the rest of it glistening standing at attention. All I could do was look at Dan, while I stood opened mouth and all just wishing that Dan would rather roll over and fall asleep. Only that's when I noticed his face there was a big bright smile from ear to ear, and his face was full of enthusiasm, energy, not exhaustion, strain, and stress. "Well come on hop on" I took one final look at the smile as I made my way over to the bed; if I wanted that smile to stay I had to do this. Thus I crawled on the bed, straddled his legs and slid his member into Bev's old wrinkly pussy, actually right now my old wrinkly pussy. So there I was in Bev's body and bed, where she sleeps, fucking her husband just like she's done a million times before in this body. Very slowly I started to go up and down on his cock, trying to get used to this position, and the balance I needed to ride his cock as I started to get the hang of it, I quickened my pace. I even started running my fingers through his chest hair as I was bucking and thrashing on his cock, while Dan reached up for the tiny breasts on my chest. The smile remained on his face, and I concentrated on my movements, well until I heard a noise besides our moans and groans. A tiny squeak, and then another tiny squeak, and another tiny squeak, it seemed every time I went up and down this fast and hard the bed would squeak, I wonder? Squeak! Squeak! Yes the faster and harder I rode the louder the squeak, but I quickly became less concerned with the squeak, because another noise gained my attention, it was a thud. A thud and a squeak, a thud and a squeak, every time I rode up and down at this pace, I watched and listened quickly realizing what the thud was, the headboard and bed banging the wall, I wonder? Squeak!!! Thud!! Squeak!!!! Thud!!! I tried to break the bed, I was going even faster and harder until the wave of pleasure hit me again, along with the feeling in the sky, and wetness between our legs, but I continued to ride just slowing down for a minute. Then it was back to full speed, with the loud thud and squeak that could be heard throughout the house. A few minutes later I had another wave of pleasure, along with the feeling in the sky and then Dan had the same grunt before, and I felt the warm juices slide down my legs on to Dan's legs. I pulled out and rolled off of Dan landing next to him with my head resting on the other pillow. We both rested on our back looking up at the ceiling, catching our breaths. Dan was the first to move, getting up to turn off the bedroom lights before crawling back into bed. Then I felt his hands reach around my waist, oh my god he's up for another round he positioned me so my backside was in contact with his cock and his arm draped over me pulling me tight to his body. However that's where he stopped because he didn't move again and a minute or so later I heard snoring coming from Dan. Probably from me a minute or so later too, as I drifted of to sleep in Bev's body and bed, while in the arms of her husband.