Snow has come (translated)

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Snow Came

Translator: artreader (Areed)
Word Count: 25,000
Story Summary
Mike, a young man who has just graduated from graduate school in Boston, wants to head south back to his hometown. His fiancée, Jill, whom he met in college and now works, also comes to accompany him. Unfortunately, before they can set off, a blizzard hits, trapping them in their small apartment. Coincidentally, Liam, a middle-aged dockworker, also unexpectedly enters their lives due to the blizzard. During the days they are trapped in this cramped space, the dockworker and his fiancée have a passionate love affair. --Translator artreader (Areed)
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It's late January, and I'm packing my bags in my one-bedroom apartment in Boston, preparing to move back to my hometown in Texas. Last December, I completed my graduate studies at a local university and was preparing to go home for vacation. My fiancée also came to accompany me, giving me company during the three-day drive south. Before hitting the road, we planned to spend a few days packing and cleaning in Boston. Unfortunately, the bad weather started to move, with the forecast predicting a severe blizzard hitting much of New England.
Driving in a blizzard was inappropriate, so we opted to stay in Boston a few more days. After all, having been apart for almost two years, we wouldn't complain about having more time alone together. We kept an eye on the blizzard's progress, and the forecast seemed to be getting worse, so we rushed to markets and liquor stores to replenish our supplies just in case.
My fiancée, Jill, and I have been together for five years. We met in college; after graduation, she went into product marketing, while I went to graduate school. She's slim, five feet seven inches tall, with long, shoulder-length dark brown hair and brown eyes. Her long, shapely legs, flat stomach, and firm buttocks are the best results of her dedicated fitness program. Her breasts are well-proportioned, though she thinks they're too small, but I really enjoy them because they're so sensitive.
Jill is the kind of woman who appears elegant and mature in public, but passionate behind closed doors, though her style tends to be conservative. We didn't start sleeping together until two weeks into our relationship, and we maintained our desire for each other throughout. Over the past few years, our occasional get-togethers always ended in marathon lovemaking in the bedroom.
Finally, we finished our shopping and returned to our apartment just before the snow started to get heavy. My studio apartment is actually a few steps down from the street to the door. As a student, I couldn't afford a large space, and I wanted to live in a convenient downtown area. Basically, my room has a queen-size bed, a small TV stand, a desk, and a countertop that doubles as a kitchen, with a microwave and stove on top and a small refrigerator underneath. There's a bathroom with a shower and a small closet room with a missing door. The apartment is a bit cool in normal weather, and it must have been quite chilly during the blizzard.
Jill and I made a meal, opened a bottle of wine, sat on the bed, and watched the blizzard news on TV. As we began our second drink, my hands started caressing her arms and legs, and within seconds, we were naked, embracing tightly, savoring the sensations of each other's bodies.
I pushed her arms over her head, kissed her neck, and licked her nipples, eliciting soft moans from her slightly parted lips. Then I moved down to her firm belly, teasing her inner thighs without touching, letting her hips automatically press against my tongue.
"Mike, don't tease me, let's do it back in Texas," she gasped, trying to pull my waist towards her with her legs.
I grabbed a condom from the bedside table, quickly tore it open, and turned to her. We both groaned loudly as I slowly inserted my penis into her wet, shaved pussy. It felt amazing; I only lasted a short time before losing control, bursting into breathless gasps. We lay in each other's arms, embracing and kissing, imagining the life we were about to begin together.
The cold drove us to huddle under the covers, and her warm body quickly made me hard again. This time, we made love slowly and deliberately, and I was happy to feel her orgasmic contractions causing spasms in my body. Afterwards, we lay side by side, gradually drifting off to sleep amidst gentle kisses.
I was awakened by an unfamiliar sound. I lay in bed trying to find its source, and after a while, I had no choice but to get up. The television had lost its signal, undoubtedly due to the blizzard, so I turned it off. Without the television noise, the strange sound seemed to be coming from outside. Unable to see it, and somewhat worried, I continued trying to find the source of the sound without opening the door.
"Mike, is something wrong?" Jill asked groggily.
"Nothing, just some strange noises," I replied, looking at her and seeing her bare right breast.
The strange noise started again, this time louder, sounding like muttering. Despite my worry, I knew I had to open the door and see what was going on outside. I unlocked the door, my feet planted firmly on the bottom, my hands gripping the doorknob tightly, and effortlessly opened it slowly. The snow was heavy; the steps to my door were now half-buried. Partially covering a dark, lumpy mass, I reached out and touched it, realizing it was a person.
"Damn it!" I yelled.
I opened the door wider, braving the cold, and shook the mass with my hands.
"Hey, you'd better get up quickly, you can't stay here and freeze to death," I said amidst the howling wind whipping through the building, hoping he or she wasn't already frozen stiff.
My shaking caused the mass to groan. I turned it over for a closer look; a flushed-faced man came into view, with long hair and a large beard on his face. Snow clumped on his hair and beard. I shook him again; his eyes slowly opened, but seemed heavy and unfocused.
"Hey, sir, get up," I said, shaking him forcefully again.
“What’s wrong, Mike?” Jill asked again, this time sounding fully awake.
“There’s a guy lying here,” I replied.
“Is he alright?” she asked, her sympathy kicking in.
I heard a rustling sound behind me, and Jill quickly appeared beside me in a long t-shirt.
“You’d better get him inside quickly, he doesn’t look well,” she said.
Although I knew it was the right thing to do, I was a little reluctant, worried that even if we did, it would eventually lead to calling the police and an ambulance.
“Okay, back off, I’ll try to push him in,” I replied.
The snow had piled up to the door, and pulling him in would bring a pile of snow with him. I had to half-drag, half-push him away from the door to the foot of the bed, then shovel the snow out with my hands until the door could be closed.
Once the door was closed, I turned to look at him, and Jill was brushing the snow off his coat and pants. Now, in the light, I could see he was a big guy, probably in his forties, with a protruding belly.
"He has a strong pulse," I said after seeing Jill touch his wrist.
I bent down and gently patted his face.
"Hey, are you okay? Wake up," I asked.
He opened his heavy eyes, as if to say something, and I smelled a strong odor of alcohol in his breath.
"Damn, he's drunk," I said, growing increasingly angry because I felt he had ruined my night with Jill.
"Are you sure?" Jill asked.
"Where am I now?" a clearly intoxicated voice suddenly escaped the man's lips, before he seemed to drift off to sleep again.
"Yes, I could say that," I replied sarcastically.
"Great," Jill chuckled.
"Call 911 and tell them to get this guy out of here." I said, giving him another thorough check to make sure he wasn't injured.
I heard Jill dial, and then the phone was shoved into my hand.
"Hello, please describe your emergency," a steady female voice said.
"I found a drunk man on my doorstep. Can you pick him up before he freezes?" I explained.
The operator asked a barrage of more detailed questions, but when she learned the man was already inside, she said emergency services were almost shut down due to the blizzard, and this was a very low priority. She explained that I wanted to finish the job. She ended by asking for his driver's license, but we couldn't find any identification. And that was it, she hung up.
"Oh, what did she tell you?" Jill asked.
"You've heard most of it, the biggest emergency, city services are basically shut down. We're low priority, and the guy'll probably be awake by the time they get here," I said angrily.
While Jill wiped the melting snow off the floor, I took off the guy's coat and shoes, grabbed a blanket, covered him, and put a cushion under his head. Jill threw her sweatpants and her t-shirt together, and we went back to bed, hoping we'd done the right thing.
A few hours later, I was startled awake a second time by the guy yelling in his thick South Boston accent, "Oh my sweet Mary, my head!"
"Where am I?" he said in a loud voice, while I heard crickets chirping.
"Hey, you passed out on my doorstep, are you okay?" I said, hoping he'd quiet down.
“Oh, damn it. What the hell is this time?” he asked.
I glanced at the clock; it showed 6:46 a.m., and I told him.
“Fuck you,” he said.
“Are you so kind as to walk away?” I said, more as a declaration than a question.
“Yes, sir, where are my clothes?” he said, pointing to his coat and shoes.
I could feel the sting of my words, but he finally got his clothes and stumbled to the door. He quickly opened the door, and we both froze. The light showed that the snow had filled the entire staircase up to the door. A few clumps of snow had fallen into the house, but most remained like a wall.
“How deep is this door?” he asked.
“About three or four feet from the ground,” I replied, brushing the snow off the top of the door frame. It was very firm, indicating that we were deeply buried.
“Can we dig out?” I asked, thinking that this local might know how to handle the situation.
“It’s impossible from the inside, otherwise we wouldn’t even be able to close the door,” he said.
“Then what do we do?” I continued, increasingly annoyed and frustrated.
“We can only wait for the city government to clear it,” he said, then added, “Turn on the TV.”
“The TV isn’t working, but we have a small radio,” I replied.
The radio was on the table, and when I turned it on, I found that the local station was providing 24-hour blizzard updates. We learned that the state government had declared a state of emergency, and no one was allowed to go outside unless it was an emergency. That didn’t matter, since the blizzard had already closed all the roads. The worst part was that more snow was predicted, meaning it could take several days to get people out.
My attention was focused on the radio until I saw the man following his gaze, and then I realized that Jill had woken up and was peeking out from under the blanket. His eyes clearly appreciated what he was seeing, and when he noticed me watching him, he quickly looked away.
“Fuck it. Okay is the best. I need to pee,” he said.
I pointed to the bathroom, and he shuffled to the small shower stall, pulling his pants down to his knees without closing the door. A moment later, I heard him pee into the toilet.
“I feel like we’re shipwrecked,” Jill said, trying to ease the tension.
“I’m sure this will be a great story to tell our grandchildren someday, but right now it stinks,” I replied somewhat seriously.
The man who came out of the bathroom had pulled his pants back up, taken off his coat, and plopped down on the desk chair, while I remained standing hoping the radio would offer a glimmer of hope.
“What’s your name?” he asked abruptly.
“I’m Mike, and this is Jill,” I said.
“My name is Liam,” he said without waiting for a reply.
We then sat there, listening to the radio and exchanging opinions about the weather, until Jill got out of bed and came up behind me.
“I want to take a shower,” she whispered.
I nodded to her, hoping the water heater was still working. Jill quietly went to the bathroom and closed the door. I pulled my attention back to the radio, and after a while, I looked up to see Liam's eyes gazing into the bathroom. The door was a foot ajar, and Liam, in the dim bathroom light, was enjoying Jill's visual feast through the semi-transparent plastic shower curtain. It was quite an erotic scene, and I was startled myself, stunned for a few seconds before quickly closing the door.
"Beautiful woman," Liam boldly replied as I turned away.
"Yes, very beautiful," I answered, assuming it wasn't his fault and understanding that no man would miss such an opportunity.
"She knows what she's doing," he chuckled.
"What do you mean?" I raised my voice. But he ignored my question and returned to listening intently to the radio.
A few minutes later, the shower stopped, and we could hear Jill moving around in the bathroom.
As she emerged, Liam asked her, "Feeling refreshed?"
“Yes, thank you.” Jill said, glancing at me as she spoke. I simply shook my head.
“Mike and Jill, we’re going to be here a lot longer. I’m still a bit hungover and want to sleep in a bit more. There’s nothing new going on. Would you mind turning off the lights and the radio?” he asked.
I had to admit he was right, so I reached out and turned off the radio and the main room light as well. He kicked off his shoes, lay down on the floor, and pulled the blanket over himself. Only the dim light from the bathroom bulb, filtering through the half-open shower door, provided a sliver of light. Jill and I lay back down on the bed, listening to Liam’s heavy breathing turn into snoring.
“I’m so sorry this happened,” I whispered to her once I was sure he was asleep.
“Don’t be silly, it’s not your fault. We’re just trying to make it as good as possible,” Jill said.
“I think that’s all we can do,” I replied, disappointed that a stranger was interfering with our lovemaking.
I lay there holding Jill, seemingly unable to sleep for a long time, contemplating what I wanted to do to her. I could feel that Jill was awake as well as I was; her body was a little tense, but her breathing was quiet.
“Jill, are you awake?” I murmured.
“Yes,” she answered.
“I love you,” I replied, kissing her ear, my hands on her firm belly.
"I love you too, darling," she said, leaning closer to me.
My hands began to caress her through her clothes, and Jill responded with soft moans, which only drew me further in. I slipped my hands inside her clothes to play with her firm breasts, gently squeezing and twisting her nipples. Jill loved having her nipples touched; her breathing deepened, and her movements became more pronounced as she moved closer to me.
My hands explored her body downwards, loosening the tightness of her sweatpants. Jill spread her hips and thighs, anticipating my hands to reach her vulva, but I first massaged and played around, further arousing her desire. I could feel her burning desire with my touch; I suspected she was already very wet. After a while, when I extended two fingers along her vulva, it was completely confirmed.
"Oh...oh..." My sudden contact made her gasp.
"Shh...you'll wake our friends," I said.
"Sorry, I couldn't help myself," she replied with a giggle, turning to give me a deep, wet kiss.
I teased and aroused her with my fingers. First, I inserted one finger, then two, then pulled them out and gently massaged her clitoris. I wanted to arouse her but not satisfy her, because I had decided I needed to fuck her and didn't want her to say "no."
"Darling, let's make love," I said, thinking she was ready.
"In front of him?" she replied quickly.
Fortunately, her words seemed to lack any real negative dissent, and I started pulling down her sweatpants, and halfway down she took off the rest.
I rolled over and straddled her, and she grabbed my arm and said, "You need condoms."
"They're in the closet, and I don't want to get out of bed to get them," I looked at her pleadingly.
"Okay, but you know the risks. I'm a Catholic girl, and if you get me pregnant, you have to marry me," she replied with a smile.
"Okay," I replied. In the first thrust, I plunged my hard penis deep inside her.
We began to sway gently, and she cried out, "Oh, yes, my love."
We were so passionate that we quickly forgot there were other people in the room. Despite the chill, within minutes, the slapping of our damp sweat and the screeching of the old spring mattress mingled. The blankets had fallen to our waists, and I looked down to see Jill's breasts swinging in circles.
I tried not to ejaculate before Jill, but my balls were already boiling, and the more I held back, the closer I got to climaxing. Just before I could pull out, the first ejaculation was inside her, followed by a full load on her belly and breasts. I braced myself on top of her, panting and drooling, before collapsing onto her, exhausted.
"Oh my god, I love you," all I could say.
"It feels so good inside me," she replied, stroking my hair.
I knew she needed an orgasm, so after my breathing calmed, I moved behind her, pulling her closer so I could place my hands between her legs. I began to move slowly, kissing her neck, trying to bring her back to the state she needed to relax and release.
Jill lay on her side, her left knee slightly raised, allowing me full access to her tender vulva. I gently stroked it, and slowly, her body began to respond and gradually intensify. When she shivered, I increased the intensity until her excitement began to accelerate, nearing its peak.
"Pinch my nipples," she suddenly blurted out, and my hand on her clitoris was replaced by her own.
As she began to masturbate, I pinched and kneaded her nipples. In less than a minute, her body tensed, her breath became heavy, and then she groaned loudly, squeezing her legs together. I held her from behind, feeling her body involuntarily convulse as if electrocuted during her orgasm.
It was truly a perfect climax. I held her tightly as her body slowly relaxed and her breathing slowed.
As her voice calmed, another sound became more pronounced in the room. First indistinct, then clear, and as it grew louder, I realized it was nearby.
Curious, I propped myself up on my arms and, in the dim light from the bathroom, looked around the room. I saw Liam lying on his side on the floor, his pants rolled up to his knees, staring intently at Jill, masturbating frantically.
Looking back at Jill, her gaze was fixed blankly on his penis. I realized she didn't know I was watching her. His penis looked about seven inches long and thick, and his scrotum was large, hanging almost to the floor between his legs.
Our blankets were already down, and from his position a few feet off the bed, Jill was partially exposed to him. As we both looked, she didn't try to cover herself. He groaned, his penis ejaculating thick fluid onto his hairy belly, and he laughed.
I looked down at Jill again; she was looking at me too. Our eyes met, and before she could look away, a flicker of fear crossed her face. She quickly grabbed the blanket and pulled it over herself.
I pulled her close without speaking, lost in thought. Had he seen her orgasm? Damn, did she come while watching him? This guy was middle-aged, fat, and hairy. What could possibly attract her to him?
"Jill?" I asked, turning her face to me.
"Sorry," she said before I could say anything.
"What happened?" I said, our faces close together.
"What do you want to ask?" she replied nervously.
"Was he watching us the whole time?" I asked.
"I don't know, I only saw him when you touched me," she answered.
"So he saw you orgasm?" I continued.
"Maybe, I think so," she answered after a pause.
Just as I was about to ask a few more questions, I heard Liam move. He got up from the floor and went to the bathroom.
As he did so, I felt Jill tense up in my arms. Once again, we were treated to the sound of him urinating through the partially open door.
Liam came out quickly, cleared his throat rather loudly, and lay down. I continued to hold Jill quietly, but my mind was racing. She certainly wouldn't be bothered to stare at him. Surprisingly, my curiosity outweighed my annoyance. In fact, the thought of this happening to my usually conservative fiancée made me feel somewhat excited.
Everyone was asleep, and after a while, a movement in the small apartment woke me. It took me a moment to realize the situation and guessed the sound was coming from Liam. It was 5:26 PM.
“Damn it, I need a drink,” I heard Liam mutter to himself, watching his massive frame move slowly in the dim bathroom light.
Without a word, I slipped off the bed, pulled on my underwear, and turned on the radio to adjust the volume so as not to disturb Jill, who was still half asleep. After a few minutes of blizzard news that the snow would continue for at least another twenty-four hours, we both groaned.
“Damn it, we’re stuck here forever,” he said.
“You can’t go back to sleep,” I asked.
“Sleeping all the time is fucking boring,” he replied, and I saw Jill was awake as I followed his gaze.
“Do you have any liquor here?” he asked, still staring at Jill.
“In the closet, to the right of the sink,” Jill answered before I could. I was somewhat surprised that she seemed completely unfazed by Liam’s stare, or rather, his stare back.
Liam opened the closet door, fumbling with several bottles, choosing by feel without looking, until he pulled out a one-quart bottle of Jack Daniel’s, about half empty—the one I had been planning to throw away. He found a small glass next to the sink, rinsed it, and poured himself a small amount. The alcohol had a calming effect on him, and we watched him sit down against the wall, sipping his drink.
The radio crackled on, repeating the same information over and over, occasionally interspersed with stories of the blizzard's devastation that might interest some. This cycle repeated almost every ten to fifteen minutes, and we had listened to it four times before I stood up to turn it off, and Liam's glass had been refilled twice.
"Shall I drink alone?" Liam asked, more of a demand than a question.
I was about to reply that we weren't in the mood for a drink, but Jill said, "Honey, why don't you open a bottle? I'd like something to drink too."
"It's hard liquor," Liam said loudly. "It'll make time pass faster."
"When do you think we'll be able to get out?" Jill asked.
"Probably a while; the whole city's a mess," Liam answered before I could.
“I never knew how boring it could be to have nothing to do,” she replied.
“A good drink will help pass the time. And if there’s nothing else to do, it’ll help you get some sleep later,” he told her, as I walked to the counter.
I felt a little uneasy but didn’t say anything. I found the corkscrew and the bottle of Malbec we’d bought.
I opened it, poured two glasses, assuming Liam would continue to insist on his whiskey. Jill took her glass, and she sat on the bed with her back against the wall, slowly sipping her drink. She had put her sweatpants and t-shirt back on, and you could barely make out her nipples through the fabric.
At first, everyone was very quiet, silently drinking their beverages, but Liam started talking, occasionally asking questions, until I realized Jill and he were having a conversation.
Liam started with some short questions but progressed to participating more actively. Jill always asked friendly questions about his life and family. Similarly, Liam looked at her without a hint of unease. After responding, Liam would ask the same questions in return, and she would answer readily. As for me, I secretly hoped this blizzard would end quickly so we could escape these losses and return to our old way of life.
After she finished her drink, Jill apologized and went to the bathroom, leaving for nearly twenty minutes. The conversation was silent for a while until Liam decided to bring up the earlier topic.
"Very beautiful woman," he said suddenly.
"Yes," I replied, knowing he would say something.
"A good climax, I have to say," he said.
"Shut up, you bastard," I demanded.
"You know it's because of me, don't you? She was looking at my dick when she climaxed." He continued, ignoring my words.
"Nonsense, old man, shut up now before I throw you out," I replied angrily.
"Damn it, you're a donkey who thinks all women are saints!" he said, starting to mock.
"I know my fiancée," I replied fiercely, trying to shut him up, though I was also curious about what she would do.
“You’re such a young idiot, you don’t understand, fucking what’s going on. Missed a great opportunity, college student.” He answered me with an intelligence and confidence that didn’t suit his status.
“What opportunity?” I blurted out without thinking, falling into his trap.
“Understanding what’s really in her head, what excites her. Most men marry a woman and never know.” He replied.
“Do you think an old, fat bastard like you could make something like this happen?” I answered deliberately, with a hint of insult.
“It’s already happened once, don’t you think?” he retorted sarcastically.
I stopped responding to him, and a few minutes later, Jill came out looking refreshed and announced loudly that she had washed and brushed her teeth and felt great. She sat back on the bed, propped up with a few pillows against the wall, still wearing her sweatpants but now showing off her new t-shirt. Liam, playing the gentleman, offered me
a freshly poured glass of wine.
I went to the bathroom and returned to the room to find, to my surprise, Liam sitting boldly on the bed near Jill’s feet. Jill didn't seem to mind and continued their conversation. I sat in the chair at my desk. Jill and I slowly sipped our drinks, but Liam was downing his whiskey in a lot of gulps.
When Jill finished her second glass, Liam announced in a muffled voice, "Lady, another one, please."
Jill held her glass, grinning at me, and I dutifully took it and poured another glass. Liam refilled his glass, returned to his original spot on the bed, and squeezed me back onto the desk and chair. Liam resumed their now free-flowing conversation. When it came to his personal life, Jill managed to get him to explain that he was a dockworker, had been married twice, and had seven children. He went on to say that the previous night he had initially been to a bar with some buddies, but when the bar closed, he couldn't start his car. He had stumbled through the streets trying to find a taxi and somehow ended up here.
"Want to play cards? Let's play cards, does Mike have any cards?" Liam suddenly blurted out.
I had two decks of cards in the drawer, but I didn't understand his purpose and didn't answer.
"They're in the drawer," Jill said, pointing to the desk, ignoring my shaking head trying to get her attention.
"Let's play a game of tag to kill time, Mike, get the cards out," he demanded.
I paused for a moment before taking a deck from the drawer. We played for about an hour, and they continued talking. I remained silent most of the time, my mind churning, still wondering how she could be with a stranger who had seen her orgasm so quickly and without any hesitation.
Suddenly, without warning, darkness descended.
"Damn it, the power's out," I said, stating the obvious.
"It might be for a long time," Liam mentioned. "Hopefully, we won't be without heat."
He was right about the heating. The apartment was probably only 55 to 60 degrees Fahrenheit right now. Without heating, you wouldn't know how much lower it could drop.
I fumbled around for a bit until I found a flashlight, then lit one candle in the bathroom and two more on the table in the main room, providing barely enough light, before we went back to the card game.
"Let's make a bet," Liam said as soon as I sat down.
"What are we betting on?" Jill asked, a little tipsy.
"Whoever gets the Queen of Spades has to drink a shot," he said after a pause.
Liam got up and went to the liquor cabinet and grabbed a whole bottle of tequila.
"No, that's not a good idea," I said.
"Don't be a spoilsport," Liam said in his rough English. "What else can we do?"
"Jill's already had too much to drink," I told him.
"Honey, I'm fine, and I'm not necessarily going to lose," Jill's reply made Liam smile at me. Jill was very competitive; accepting a challenge was in her nature. However, she didn't understand what most men, like Liam and I, cared about.
I just shook my head, and Liam picked up his cards and started dealing. Luckily, for three consecutive rounds, Liam finished with the Queen, then took a big gulp from the bottle each time. Next, it was my turn, and in the fifth round, Jill was penalized with a drink for the first time. Liam handed her the bottle, she quickly poured herself a glass, made a face, and gulped it down, her body involuntarily shivering.
After that, it seemed we were all equally bad losers. The game continued, but we were also quite drunk and had difficulty concentrating on the game. For a while, Liam's drunken rambling annoyed us, but eventually we reached a point where we were too drunk to play anymore. Surprisingly, Jill was still in good form, trying to overcome her sluggishness, but it didn't last long and she gradually became fatigued, and everyone quieted down.
Liam was still sitting at the foot of the bed, but slowly slid down and collapsed to the side, and I sat at the desk trying to fight the alcohol, but I couldn't help but drift off to sleep. Jill, exhausted after a while, finally gave up, leaning her head back and closing her eyes.
When I awoke from my alcohol-induced stupor, drooling from the corner of my mouth, I wasn't sure if I'd fallen asleep. From my position in the chair, my back and shoulders ached. Jill had collapsed, so she was comfortably asleep on the bed. Liam was still half-lying on the bed, snoring intermittently.
I slowly stood up and glanced at my watch; it was 2:20 AM.
I lifted Liam by the shoulder and slid him off the bed to the floor. Thankfully, he was too sound asleep to resist me. I settled him in, extinguished the candles in the room except one in the bathroom, and closed most of the bathroom door behind me. Then I slipped over and lay down next to Jill. Fortunately, the room was still quite warm, maintaining the same temperature, a little chilly but bearable.
Pulling her closer without waking her, I nestled against her neck, and then, involuntarily, my hand caressed her breasts through her sweatshirt.
"Mmm," she murmured, pushing her buttocks toward me.
"Thought you were asleep," I whispered.
"I was," she whispered back.
I reached under her clothes and began twisting her nipples with my fingertips, kissing her ear, expecting her to tell me to leave her alone and let her sleep. But instead, I felt her buttocks moving, trying to touch me and arouse my cock. God, I love her sensitive breasts.
Jill loves being kissed on the neck, and when I started to give her small, gentle kisses, she tried to turn into my arms and kiss my lips. I held her firmly, not wanting to give up any place my right hand could roam over her body.
"Don't move, sweetheart, let me," I told her.
Her response was a sensual moan. I spent over five minutes exploring her body, caressing her breasts and navel, pulling down her front pants, and I can say that from her purring and her body movements, Jill was aroused. I imagined I should start rubbing her tender pussy until she orgasmed. If I was lucky, she might reciprocate.
My hand continued its downward movement, and as expected, I found a well-lubricated opening. I placed her legs on mine, spreading her opening, and began to slowly but firmly thrust and tease.
Jill had never been a true moaning lover, so when her moans started to grow louder, it caught me off guard.
"Sweetheart, you might wake him. If you don't quiet down, I'm going to stop," I threatened her.
"Don't stop. He won't wake up," she gasped, and as if on cue, Liam let out a loud snore, relaxing us.
Under the blanket, Jill's panties were already... down to her knees. She was already very wet, and I could hear her juices gurgling as my fingers worked.
"I need to feel you too," she cried, pushing me away and turning to pull down my pants.
"Damn woman, the alcohol has gotten you all worked up," I chuckled.
"That tequila," she said, moving frantically as she pulled my pants down.
In one go, they were down to my knees, and her head buried under the blanket. Speaking of oral sex, Jill has a natural gift; she has beautiful, full lips, and she knows how to treat them well and make them moist. When she found my penis, the incredible feeling made me have to hold my breath.
She knelt with her back bent, her tender vulva close enough for me to continue playing with it. My teasing and provocation had some effect, because after only a few minutes, she turned over.
"I want you inside me," she said.
In the dim candlelight left behind the bathroom door, I could see the hunger in her eyes.
"He might wake up," I said, genuinely concerned about our confined situation.
"He won't wake up. He's drunk. You listen to him," she replied, while her hands rubbed against me.
In reality, I was damn aroused and didn't need much persuasion.
"Okay, but be quiet," I said half-babbling.
"Okay, okay," she replied.
I tried to flip her over but had to wait first as she kicked off her cotton pants on one leg.
She was so wet and open that I slowly entered her. The soft, warm force was intense, forcing me to groan softly into the pillow. I moved slowly—gently swaying with each thrust of my penis, savoring every subtle sensation.
"I love you," Jill whispered.
"I love moving slowly to feel you," I told her.
"I love it too, baby," she replied.
We continued our slow, unhurried lovemaking, mostly in silence. I slightly raised my arm so I could see her face, which always excited me during sex. Her eyes were closed, her lips slightly parted. Her breathing was steady, occasionally punctuated by a soft, synchronized breath.
Despite the pleasure of our lovemaking, I found myself replaying the memory of when Liam saw her climax. In my experience with Jill, lovemaking was when I discovered her true feelings. It was like a vaccine of honesty for her. In the past, I'd learned the real reasons why she was angry with me, or what she was avoiding about something, and what her opinion was. In this intimate moment, it might be a terrible tactic, but I really wanted to know.
"Sweetie, does that arouse you?" I asked her, immediately getting angry at myself for bringing up the topic.
"What, darling?" she gasped.
"He watched you masturbate," I explained.
Jill tensed up; I thought she was going to be angry. The seconds ticked by, and she finally answered.
"Maybe a little," she replied.
"What does that mean?" I wasn't satisfied with her answer.
"Let it go, Mike," she reasoned.
"No, I want to know. I'm not angry, I'm just curious," I told her honestly.
"A little," she repeated.
“What does that mean?” I asked again, hoping for a truthful answer.
“Because he wants me, and that excites me,” she explained.
“Sweetheart, all men want you,” I said, still puzzled by her answer.
“No watching us make love, no being naked, no being locked in this cramped space with no way out,” she said, losing her breath during the conversation.
We swayed gently, and I was still thinking about the conversation, the surroundings quiet. In moments like these, you realize how different men’s and women’s minds are. Jill could have any man she wanted—rich, successful, strong. But this old, distorted alcoholic could occupy her mind in a way that, as far as I knew, no one else could. Of course, there was an unusual element to it, but still…
“Maybe he should look again,” I threw out the question.
A rapid, almost imperceptible gasp escaped her lips, barely perceptible, but undeniably present. A rapid spasm, almost like a pulse, shot through her hip.
“Not a good idea, Mike,” she replied.
“Why not?” I pressed.
“Just no. Shh… let’s make love,” she replied, pulling my head back to her neck.
“I will, but why not? I want to know now.”
“He’s not the kind of person who can accept saying no,” she told me after a pause.
My only reaction was to kiss her passionately and tell her, “I love you.”
“You better be,” she said with a grin.
We remained silent for a few more minutes; it was time for a change.
“Turn around, you’re on top,” I told her, which happened to be her preferred position.
Jill was on top, and I pulled her close to my chest. She swayed her hips, swallowing me, now controlling the rhythm. We could still hear Liam snoring loudly with pauses in his breathing. Several times, his breathing seemed to stop for a minute, then followed by a loud snore.
“This is the man who gets you excited,” I said, trying to mock her earlier admission.
“He has a big dick,” she retorted. Her answer was so unexpected, I was speechless. Seeing my embarrassment, she chuckled softly in my ear, "I won."
"Shh...fuck me well." I didn't respond further.
"I need to stretch," she replied.
She straightened up on top of me, the blanket sliding down and tucking between my legs. She leaned back, fully exposing her upper body. We both glanced at Liam, Jill could see, but my view was blocked by the edge of the bed. I had to rely on his voice to confirm if he was still asleep.
"Come back to me," I said, taking her hand and pulling her back against my chest.
"Uncover the blanket for a moment, I'm so hot," she said.
"You just want to be seen," I said, thrusting my hips upwards to match her movements.
Jill responded to my thrusts, and we started to speed up until the bed creaked. In the tension, I slowed down and stopped. In the silence, we both simultaneously realized one thing: the snoring had stopped.
I grabbed the blanket and quickly covered Jill up to her neck.
“Pause for a bit, see if he starts snoring again,” I whispered to her.
It was like kids playing hide-and-seek, hiding in the bushes. We didn’t even dare breathe loudly to make sure he was really awake or if we’d been spotted.
The answer came quickly.
“You two are like rabbits, running away every time I put you down,” Liam said, still sounding drunk.
We remained silent, not responding immediately.
“Don’t pretend to be asleep. Keep going, I don’t mind, in fact, it’ll be a good show,” he laughed. Just
as I was about to push Jill away, I felt her hips twitch slightly. Our eyes met, and I saw her strange expression. A mixture of pleasure and need. She opened her mouth to speak, then stopped, and pressed my penis firmly down.
As I held her buttocks with my left hand and squeezed her breasts with my right, she kissed me hard and started thrusting faster.
“That’s more like it, kids,” Liam said.
Jill started thrusting even faster, and now the bed started squeaking again. This time, there was no reason to be quiet, so we continued. In this erotic moment, I fell into thought again, strange ideas swirling in my mind. Our movements caused the blanket to fall, but Jill remained in a low position, her body pressed against me, out of sight.
"Jill, how does it feel?" he barked.
Jill, close to me, tensed, holding her breath. She gave me a strange look, opening her mouth as if to speak but then stopping. Then we heard the zipper being pulled down, knowing that Liam had pulled out his own.
"Tell him," I told her.
She gave me a strange look, staring into my eyes for a few seconds, then said, "It feels really good."
"I hope Mike makes you feel good again. I love seeing your face when you cum," he coaxed her.
Jill still didn't answer, but some obsessive thoughts were running through my mind. "Show him your breasts," I whispered in her ear. As I said, it looked like it came from another person standing in the corner. This strange person wanted Jill to be seen, to be displayed. At this moment, Jill was still lying on my chest, hidden under the blanket. The only evidence of our lovemaking was our undulating movements and our moans under the blanket.
"He'll want more," Jill said, but it seemed more like talk than a warning.
"What do you want?" I asked.
"What do you want?" she retorted.
For a moment, I thought of the risks. I considered pulling her back to my side to sleep. But she had opened a window, and I had to know what was there when Liam saw her orgasm and how she would react.
"Show him your breasts," I repeated.
Jill slowly sat up on the bed, not missing a beat on my cock, her eyes fixed on me, the blanket falling to her hips, her back arched, and she tossed her hair. I knew part of it wasn't my request, but her genes—the need to be like a peacock—displaying her plumage.
"Okay, if you're going to put on a show, I want a front-row seat," Liam said, and within seconds he was sitting no more than four feet away on the desk chair next to the bed. His trousers were undone, and he was rubbing his cock.
Jill looked at him for just over a second before closing her eyes again.
“These damn pretty nipples, Jill. My first wife was like that, she loved being pinched hard.
Do you like yours being pinched too?” he asked.
“Damn Mike, don’t just lie there enjoying yourself, pinch them.” After a few seconds of no response from Jill, he demanded again.
For some reason, I did as he said. I had done the same thing dozens of times before when we made love, but this time Jill was a little crazy. She opened her mouth wide and let out long, panting moans. She started to tossing her hair back and forth, and her pussy seemed even wetter.
I was enjoying Jill’s performance so much that I didn’t realize Liam was naked until he was taking off his pants. His shirt was off, and when he was finished, he sat back in the chair. His whole body was completely covered in thick hair like a man’s beard, and his big belly bulged low, and I could see his penis with a fat head protruding about 4 inches from under his belly.
Jill saw him too and tried not to look, but I could see her eyes still glancing at him.
“Liam, stay in the chair,” I told him, trying to regain some control.
“As long as Jill wants it,” he replied, just staring at her.
“Just stay there,” I demanded.
He didn’t stay a minute before I saw him stand up naked from the chair.
“Stay there,” I tried to command, but he ignored me and moved behind Jill.
From his position, I realized he could easily see her moving up and down on my penis. He was also in a position where neither Jill nor I could easily see him. This further increased the sexual tension in the room.
“You’re such a slut,” I heard him hiss as he spoke to Jill. “Mike, you have to share, not just you.”
“Liam, you can only look, not touch. Go back to the chair.” My demand went unanswered, but Jill seemed to stop incredibly abruptly.
I could see Jill looking back over her shoulder, trying to stare at him, but from my position, I couldn’t see anything except the occasional glimpse of his fat thigh as he moved to the side.
Suddenly, her back tensed, and she pushed my hand away from her chest.
“What’s going on? What is he doing?” I asked.
“He’s touching my back,” Jill said.
I leaned to one side, trying to keep Jill from sliding away. I looked around and saw him leaning forward at the foot of the bed, stroking her back with his right hand.
“Get away from Liam, or we’re going to stop,” I threatened.
“Calm down, no one will get hurt,” he replied, without stopping his touch.
Jill’s movements on top of me became strange. When I looked up, her eyes were almost closed, her mouth open. She was licking her lips, her breathing rapid. It was obvious that the scene was very exciting for her.
My God, I thought, this is my girlfriend, my fiancée, the future mother of my children, and she’s having an affair with a hairy, old, fat dockworker. Maybe Liam is right. Maybe there’s something I need to know about her.
Jill suddenly stopped, and for a moment, the room was dead silent. I flinched, thinking she was about to explode, accusing me of not protecting her.
“I need to go to the bathroom,” she said, letting me breathe a sigh of relief again.
She climbed off me, got off the bed, and with surprising grace, went to the small bathroom.
As the bathroom door closed, I looked at Liam, who was grinning from ear to ear with drunken eyes.
"Don't mess it up, buddy," he advised.
When I didn't respond, he continued,
"You know what I said before, you've seen some, but I promise there will be more, and nobody will need to know." He finished with a chuckle.
"That scared me," I said to him. An honest answer, but also indicating he had some chance.
"Just let it go once it starts," he said, stroking his large breasts.
"Impossible," I said, shaking my head, trying to find some clarity.
The toilet flushed, then the sink ran.
"Don't mess it up, or you'll be wondering forever that nobody will know," Liam said, and the bathroom door opened.
Jill opened the bathroom door, and as she walked a few feet to the bed, the light behind her illuminating her slender, naked body. As she passed Liam, he whistled appreciatively, surprisingly not taking the opportunity to touch her. She sat down next to me first, her legs tightly pressed together. I put my hands on her shoulders, pulled her to the middle of the bed, and covered her with a blanket.
"Mike, you bastard," he yelled.
"The show's over," I replied.
At first, we lay quietly side by side, but there seemed to be some sensual pulse between our bodies. I pulled her closer and squeezed her hand.
I started kissing her, whispering in her ear how beautiful she was, and I thought of Liam's words. She pulled my hand to her breasts, and I started massaging them, and we continued kissing.
My heart was being torn apart, part of me wanting to tear open the packaging—to challenge Liam's views, but it was a terrible result.
He had calmed down after Liam's outburst. I felt he was sitting in a chair watching, but I didn't look up to be sure.
Jill couldn't stay still. Even though Liam was only a few feet away, her body heaved, arousing my lust.
"I'm so excited," she whispered wetly in my ear.
"Let him sleep first," I whispered back.
"Okay," she replied, but with a hint of desire in her voice.
Jill's hand touched my penis and began to squeeze and slowly rub it. I hoped the alcohol would make Liam go back to sleep soon.
"Why don't you suck it?" Liam's voice startled us both.
"Liam, go to sleep," I demanded.
Almost as soon as the words left my mouth, Jill's head began to slide down my body, pausing to kiss my nipples before continuing.
"Jill!" I said helplessly, surprised by her actions.
Jill was quite skilled with her mouth, especially when she was drunk; she sucked my penis into her warm, wet mouth. Her tongue swirled around my glans, making me arch my back with each stroke.
"Damn son, you can't have all the fun to yourself," I heard Liam's words bring me back to reality.
"Go lie down and masturbate," I told him, hoping he would leave without bothering us.
Jill's mouth was driving me crazy; I was close to ejaculating, and once I reached that point, nothing else mattered. As I guided her head up and down with my hand behind her head, suddenly, she tried to pull away.
"Not yet," I pleaded with her.
The more she struggled, the more I pressed her head down until I ejaculated forcefully, finally letting her go.
"Oh my god, oh fuck, he's licking me!" Jill exclaimed.
I quickly looked over her shoulder and saw that as she was sucking me down, her body was moving on the bed, bringing her buttocks close to the edge of the bed. The blanket could no longer cover her lower body, and Liam's greasy head was all I could see behind her.
The first thought that flashed through my mind was how this fat old man had managed to get into this position so skillfully without shaking the bed. That thought was quickly replaced when I saw Jill trying to twist her legs away from his intruding mouth. But just before she could get away, he grabbed her buttocks and lifted her up to kneel on his knees.
"Mike's licking me," she cried out for help.
I looked into her eyes for a few seconds, then pulled her up and kissed her. At first, she turned her head away, but I grabbed her chin and kissed her forcefully, and she passively accepted.
"You're beautiful," I told her.
"Do you love me? Tell me you love me," she pleaded.
"I love you," Jill said sincerely, and kissed her again. This time her mouth accepted
. I began to gently kiss her forehead, cheeks, ears, and lips. I whispered constantly how beautiful she was and how much I loved her. I can say that Liam's efforts also stabilized; she began to breathe heavily and struggled to remain still.
I've never been very good at oral sex, having only done it a few times for Jill, and I'm sure it wasn't very good. Her reaction became more intense, making our kissing difficult.
In that instant, he rolled her over, spread her legs, and buried his head in her wet, sweet spot. Jill grabbed my head and pulled my lips to hers; we kissed deeply, and she moaned softly into my mouth.
We broke our kiss, and I now lay beside her, intently watching... I watched as her hand, which I had previously held, moved down to Liam's head. His tongue roamed over her young, taut body like an instrument, searching for each string and striking a note. Throughout the entire process, his unkempt head and large beard never ceased filling the space between her legs, never lifting to catch his breath or look around.
I could see Jill's legs begin to tense, her neck muscles straining; it was clear he was leading her to orgasm. She had remained quiet, as was her nature, but as she neared climax, she began to vocalize. Gently, she began with "Oh...yes" and "So good," then loudly, almost pleadingly, "Please" and "Don't stop."
Just as Jill was about to climax, Liam stopped. He looked up, and I saw his smile, but he remained motionless for a few seconds.
"Don't stop, I'm almost there," Jill pleaded, her hands gripping his hair, her body writhing in search of touch.
Liam thrust his abdomen forward, revealing his entire, thick penis with a large mushroom head. He rubbed it a few times, then looked down at Jill.
"I know you want to feel this," he told her.
Jill's hips continued to writhe, trying to feel the tongue that was no longer there. This was the moment of truth, and I remained silent with all my might, deciding that it was Jill's decision to make.
"Mike?" she cried out, seeking guidance.
The tension in the room was palpable. My silence made her feel alone and vulnerable. A few seconds later, she asked again. "Mike, what do you want me to do?"
I remained silent, my expression unchanged despite Jill searching my face for an answer. Then, almost imperceptibly, Jill's head bobbed up and down.
Liam lifted his large, heavy body and moved toward her.
"Put it inside you," I heard him tell her, seeing her hands groping between them.
"Oh...oh...oh...God...yes," I heard Jill gasp. Then came Liam's voice, "Fuck, that's awesome." I knew he was inside her.
Liam was so massive that all I could see was Jill's legs below her knees and her arms reaching out from her shoulders to embrace his massive torso. Her face was completely obscured by his large head and greasy hair. It started slowly, then quickened, his hairy ass swaying back and forth, creating ripples of fat on his buttocks and thighs. It looked like a beast fucking Jill.
"Ugh...ugh..." she responded to his deep thrusts as his heavy body and fat cock filled the air in her lungs.
"Are you comfortable?" I asked her, no longer silent.
Instead of a verbal answer, she lifted her legs, her feet touching his large ass, her hands gripping his shoulders tightly. Time ticked by as Liam relentlessly thrust into her. I had tried to speak to her several times, but never received a response. Her voice was only used to convey the pleasure she felt from his cock.
Brief gasps and continuous moans told us that Liam was bringing her close to orgasm again. All the time, he was quiet, seemingly completely focused on driving himself deeper into Jill.
"Oh, don't stop," Jill pleaded, her legs stiffening, her hands gripping his broad shoulders, indicating she was close to climaxing.
As her body was conquered by a powerful orgasm, Jill cried out, "Oh...yes...God...yes...fuck me...don't stop...fuck me hard."
Her legs kicked in the air, her wet pelvis slapping against Liam's every thrust. Her hands clutched his shoulders and back, as if searching for something. I couldn't see her face, but a low moan escaped her lips, like that of a wounded animal. In all my lovemaking with her, I had never seen her react so intensely. Liam slowed his movements, but didn't stop, and Jill's moans turned into whimpers, then I heard a low groan.
"Oh...so good, so good," she cried out several times.
Finally, he stopped, and the room fell silent except for their heavy breathing. I lay beside her, reeling from the force of their union.
“Get up,” I nudged Liam’s shoulder.
“I’m not completely soft yet,” he replied. I wanted to curse every single word that came to mind, but I kept my composure, not wanting Jill to feel frightened.
Liam reluctantly rolled off her, and I couldn’t help but watch his huge cock slide out of her now-open honey pot. When she was free, she lifted her heavy eyelids and looked at me, her body glistening with sweat.
“Do you love me?” she whispered.
“Yes, of course, baby,” I told her, stroking her hair.
“Make love with me,” she gasped, pulling me toward her.
I let her into her preferred position, and a few seconds later, we were together. I lay flat on my back, her naked form displayed in the flickering candlelight.
She quickly mounted me and leaned forward to kiss me.
“I love you, tell me you love me,” she pleaded.
“I love you, Jill,” I answered sincerely. I didn’t know how we would handle tonight, but I knew this wasn’t the time for accusations.
Liam’s cock stretched Jill’s tender hole so its normal tightness was nonexistent. Jill’s eyes stared blankly at me, as if searching for some sign of anger and contempt. Strangely, I didn’t feel that way at all. Instead, I felt confused, but also excited. Liam was right after all. I struggled to process these feelings.
Liam suddenly appeared again, standing beside Jill’s bed. I could see his large cock, now wet with Jill’s love juice, hanging below his belly.
Liam's thick, calloused hands clamped Jill's nipples between his fingers.
"Oh... God... no!" Jill cried out, pulling her shoulders away, trying to break free, but at the same time, I could feel my penis being tightly gripped by her tender vagina.
"She's squeezing you, isn't she?" Liam asked, seemingly reading my mind.
My response was to grab her buttocks with both hands, pressing my penis tightly against them. Jill continued to stare into my eyes, but now her eyes were shining, and her mouth was half-open.
"Fuck her well, Mike, I want more later," Liam declared.
I desperately wanted to ejaculate but couldn't for some reason; my mind was locked on the images and sounds of their mating, and it seemed Liam had read my mind again.
"Let her suck you, and I can fuck her doggy style from behind," he suggested.
"Suck me," I told her, my lust and curiosity outweighing my feelings.
"Mike?" Jill questioned.
“Suck me,” I said to her again.
This time Jill didn’t hesitate to spread and move down, taking my cock into her mouth. She tried to lie flat, but Liam grabbed her hips and lifted her up to kneel. As he positioned her, he thrust his belly forward and squeezed his own into her very wet cunt again.
I lost her soon enough. As Liam thrust into her, she struggled to maintain a rhythm with my cock. But after a few minutes, she gave up, simply resting her head on my stomach, yielding to his movements, saliva dripping from her mouth as she made whimpering and gurgling sounds. Liam’s words came true again.
Learning from Liam, I stroked down, gently pinching her nipples between my fingers, then gradually increasing the pressure.
“Yes. Keep going. She’s squeezing my cock right now,” he said.
“Don’t ejaculate inside her, she’s unprotected.” I suddenly remembered the situation and told him.
“Yes, sir.” He answered between gurgling sounds.
Liam gripped her hips tightly with his hands and forcefully pulled her toward him with each thrust. Jill braced herself on her elbows, still straddling me, her head bobbing slowly back and forth on my stomach.
Liam and Jill began to moan together, almost in unison. Liam's thick cock had clearly rekindled her passion.
Jill came first. This time it wasn't as intense as her first, but I could feel her body spasming in her moans and cries.
Her orgasm must have affected him, because soon his movements became more pronounced, and his snoring louder.
"Pull out," I reminded him, but it was too late.
"Ugh, sir, damn, damn... that's fucking amazing. Such a fucking sweet cunt," he exclaimed, struggling to keep up with his breath.
Liam remained engaged with her for a few seconds, then with a "plop," his penis withdrew, and he swayed back into his chair. Jill slid laboriously onto me until her head was beside me.
“Mike, this is a first-rate cunt, you’re a lucky man,” he said, still breathing heavily.
I suddenly had an urgent need to ejaculate into Jill’s tender cunt. Instead of answering Liam, I rolled her over and effortlessly slid my penis into her wet, slippery hole. Jill’s body went limp, and I had to pull her legs up and wrap them around me.
“Yeah, Mike, we’ll keep her full until we’re rescued,” Liam laughed.
For some reason, I wasn’t angry; his words inspired me to fuck her harder. Unlike last time, my balls quickly felt that familiar sensation and soon added my semen to Liam’s.
Jill regained her energy, her hands gripping my shoulders until I finished, but remaining silent.
After catching my breath, I rolled off Jill and pulled her closer to me in a spoon position. I kissed her neck and told her I loved her, but she remained silent. I didn't know if she was depressed, exhausted, or both, but I held her tighter, thinking this was the best lesson I'd ever learned.
I felt the bed move and looked up to see Liam climb into bed next to Jill. It seemed like a pointless argument, so I kept quiet, and he slept next to Jill. Luckily, it didn't take long before he started...

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