You Shouldn't Do That

Eamon had barely seen Hanya since she got married, and not at all since she had moved into her new house and her baby. On one of his trips to the hardware store he realised how close she lived to it and he had suggested that he call to see her. He was glad to have the opportunity to visit and as he walked up to her door he thought how things had changed and what good times they had had. They used to have fun texting and sexting and she sent pictures that were stunning. All changed now though.

She answered the door and he smiled and felt genuinely happy to see her. When he was arranging when to visit she had complained that she was bigger than she used to be. He supposed that maybe she was carrying more weight than she had previously but really he just saw her as she had always looked, even when she was wearing a baggy shirt and sweatpants. As he hugged her an old song came into his head. "Oh you've got grey eyes, oh you've got blue eyes." Her eyes still looked the same, as did her mouth. Small but perfectly formed - as the rest of her had always been too.

As soon as she welcomed him in he was back in the here and now. He shouldn't be letching when they had so much to catch up on. Baby June was there and she was beautiful.

"She'll break hearts when she grows up." he said, and Hanya seemed to glow with pride.

He had brought her a mirror as a housewarming present, and some gold cord to hang it. She seemed genuinely pleased with it and set it against the fireplace, promising to put it up as soon as she could.

They chatted and told each other what they had been up to. It seemed that both said they had been doing nothing new before finding lots to tell each other. Hanya went to make them tea and she walked out of the room Eamon checked her butt. He was careful not to let her see of course - he tried to be always the gentleman. When she came back in he noticed that her nipples were visible through her top. It must have been cold in the kitchen. Eamon reckoned he'd have to find another reason to get her to go out there.

She was making him feel so horny! Even as she ate a biscuit with her tea he found himself watching her lips. What a lovely little mouth indeed...

Hanya decided that it was nap time for baby June and took her upstairs. Eamon stood up and went over to look at the books on a shelf. He couldn't remember if he had ever loaned her Kushiel's Dart or if he had just told her about it. She would have liked it, he knew that. He had often imagined Hanya in the role of Phedre. There she was making him feel so horny again. He had to concentrate not to have a hard on

Hanya came back into the room.

"That's her down. She's very good - she'll nap for ages there. That's so handy when I want to do things."

She has walked closer to him as she spoke but now she stopped. She didn't say anything, just looked at him.

"What's the matter?" he asked. "You look afraid."

She didn't speak, and shook her head. There was still a look in her eyes that surprised him. Surprised him and started his mind racing.

"You aren't afraid of me, are you? You don't think I'd do anything to you? Anything bad."

If he was honest, then what he was thinking was definitely 'bad'. He was thinking about her ass, and her boobs and her lovely little mouth. He had taken a step towards her as he spoke to her.

"Don't hurt me. Don't mark me." she whispered, turning slightly away as she spoke. Maybe her mind had been going to the same places as his.

He put a hand on her shoulder.

"You know I wouldn't mark you. That's very naughty that you should think that." and as he spoke he playfully slapped her backside. Then he squeezed it and rubbed his hand over it.

"You shouldn't do that." Hanya said, but she didn't move away or try to stop him.

"I probably shouldn't but your ass just wants it, I think. I think it's what you need too. And it's having quite an affect on me." Eamon answered, and again he was grabbing her bum, squeezing it harder this time. She still didn't try to stop him and he noticed her glancing down at his groin. Well, she wouldn't be able to miss the hard on he was getting

"I really shouldn't let you do it. It means I'm being bad."

He stepped behind her and as he pushed against her his hands ran up the back of her neck into her hair. He took a handful and pushed her head forward. His mouth was by her ear and he spoke quietly.

"I think this sort of bad feels very good. Don't you? Sometimes girls need to be allowed to be bad."

As he finished speaking his teeth took a grip of her skin just above her hairline at the back of her neck. No 'visible' marks was what she had said, wasn't it?

He let go of her hair and his hands reached down to take hold of her arms and pull them slightly behind her. Her breathing was shallow and rasping and while he knew she was *letting* him bring her arms back they felt tense, as if at any moment she might pull away. He grabbed the cord he had brought to hang the mirror and in an instant it was wrapped three times round her wrists. He then fed it between her wrists, so that she could not pull free from the cord, even if she had wanted to.

"Fuck." was all that she managed to say, and Eamon smiled.

"Is that a request?"

He pushed her against the wall and his hand was at her throat immediately, not squeezing or choking her, instead holding her there.

"With your hands behind your back your tits are pushed out even more than usual." he said.

"They aren't like they used to be. They sag now. They're no good."

"Maybe I should be the judge of that."

"I don't think I should let you do this." Hanya whimpered.

"Let me? Your hands are tied, I want it, and I know that you need it. Let's check."

He unbuttoned the top few buttons of her shirt and pulled it open, exposing her large breasts and deep cleavage.

"It's an old bra. It isn't nice, I'm sorry." she said, seeming to blush more at her old bra than what he was doing to her.

He reached behind her and unhooked her bra, then pulled it up so that her breasts spilled out. He pushed her head back and started kissing her, and rubbing and squeezing her breasts and pinching her nipples. Turning her round he pushed over the arm or a chair, keeping her head low so that she wouldn't be able to get back up easily. She was wearing sweatpants and he easily pulled them down round her knees. She was wearing crotchless panties. He slapped her backside

"Who's a naughty girl, wearing crotchless panties when she has visitors?" he said and slapped her again

"I wear them to pretend I'm still sexy." she answered.

"You don't have to pretend. You're incredible. And you're incredibly naughty - and you know what happens to naughty girls? They get fucked."

As he spoke the had undone his belt and fly, and he cock was out. His hand slipped between her legs and felt how wet she was. All thoughts of foreplay left his head and all he could focus on was getting inside her. Hanya knew that she was aching for him to be inside her too but she suddenly realised something important

"A condom? Have you put on a condom? Are you going to cum in me?"

Eamon's blood was singing in his ears and he could barely hear what she had said as slipped his cock into her wet pussy. He started thrusting into her at once, his hands on her wide hips. She was pushing back onto him with each drive in but still she was trying to speak.

"What if you make me pregnant? Are you going to do that? Don't, please."

Eamon grabbed her hair and pulled her head up. He pounding into her as his free hand reached round to feel her breast. He leaned forward and his voice was breathless

"Where do you want me to cum then? In your pussy? Over those big tits of yours? I wonder do you need a facial today? Or are you going to swallow it all? Maybe I'll pull out and cum all over your ass."

The thought of each of them turned him on more and more and he rode her faster and faster. His hand had left her boobs and was at her throat again, firmer now, starting to squeeze and make it harder for her to breathe, especially as he was going harder and harder at her.

"Don't dare cum on my ass. That's horrible." she snapped.

He turned her head and she found herself looking at the mirror he had brought as a present.

"Look at yourself being fucked. See that cock going into your pussy? That's what you need. That's what you were put in this earth for."

And then he was cuming and his movements were a spasm of his hips as he spurted inside her. He pushed deeper and harder until he had finished and he pulled out slowly. Hanya was still bent over the chair and he walked round to her. He lifted head.

"Suck me clean."

And she took him into her mouth and tasted her own juices and his cum on her cock, and at the same time felt it leaking from her pussy. He took only a moment to untie her restraints, and pulled her close to him. He held on to her as he sat down and she leaned in against him. Neither spoke. She pulled up her sweatpants.

"We shouldn't have done that. You shouldn't have cum in me. I ought not to have let you. We're bad. What if I'm pregnant?"

Eamon didn't answer her last question. After a while he said that he should go. He kissed her before he left and as he walked to his car both were wondering if she could be pregnant. Wondering what they would do, and what the other one would do. And both wondered that if she wasn't should they risk it again.