Quarantine Pet - His Pet

That thought really intrigued me. Could I do it? Jack seemed so expert at it. How many years did one have to study to even get that good? I got out my phone and looked at some of the websites. There were so many terms, techniques, and patterns to the knots. This wasn’t something you pick up on one date. This was something you needed to study.

That was okay. I was anxious to be Jack’s student. I would be his pupil, and he would be my teacher.

Chapter Eight – Jack

That night, I went to my bedroom thinking about Sandra. It was tough not to after what I had done. The vision of her naked body before me was etched into my brain. God, I wanted her so bad!

But this was a loophole. I could honestly say to the Brothers that I never had sex with their cousin. I mean, yeah, it was stretching it, but that’s what we lawyers do with words, right?

Then again, could I trust Sandra? I had given her orgasm after orgasm. The chemistry of the brain made it clear, with men and women, you got a shot of oxytocin, the hormone that made you fall in love. For men, it was small, but for women, it was much more substantial. This is what caused some women to become almost “addicted” to the men they were having sex with. It could last for two years or more.

Would Sandra now follow me around like a lost puppy, unable to control herself? Would she throw caution into the wind and announce her love for me in front of her cousins? It was a distinct possibility. Maybe my technicalities weren’t all that useful. I could be torturing myself all for nothing.

Then again, Sandra was smart. She had to have some manner of self-control, right? She wouldn’t have made it this far as a lawyer if she wasn’t able to position herself a bit. Maybe we’d have one of those torrid love affairs where we would flaunt it right under the noses of her cousins without them even knowing it. It would be intense, short, and epic. Then, many years later, she’d reveal to them the secret during a family event when it wouldn’t matter, and we were no longer together.

Could it be that Sandra and I would stay together? In another daydream, I saw us like Kelton and his wife. We had three kids, and there was always chaos and noise at the house. The Brothers have to accept me because we’re married and family. Their objections would be moot at that point, even though they might be mad for a brief time.

So many possibilities.

I went to sleep thinking about them all. It was a fitful and not very restful sleep. I woke up partially aroused and frustrated, thinking about Sandra. Then I rolled back over and fell asleep. This time, I found myself falling headlong into an erotic dream about her.

We were at the beach at some exclusive resort. There was white sand and clear blue ocean. Looking to the left and then to the right, I could see the beach was deserted, but when I looked forward, I saw Sandra risking out of the surf like a Venus.

She strode towards me in a string bikini, which she started to untie. First, the top fell off into the sand and then the bottom. I was lying on a lounge chair with a drink in a cut-out pineapple in my hand. Smiling, she grabbed the edges of my shorts and pulled them down. She tossed them aside, playfully.

“Bye, shorts!” she laughed.

Leaning forward, Sandra kissed me deeply. Then she started to kiss down the length of my chest and my body. Finally, she brought her lips to my engorged cock. It was tan from the sun and a bit dry. Her mouth made the tip moist with flicks of her tongue.

“I want you inside me, Jack,” she said.

Her voice was weird. It sounded like it was ringing inside my head and had been processed by some kind of synthesizer. Her words had a lyrical and musical quality to them now. Still, there was no discernible way on the beach that this could be happening.

“I can’t,” I told her. “It’s forbidden.”

“Forbidden fruit tastes the best,” she tempted, deep throating my shaft. “Mmmm.”

She then proceeded to give me the most exquisite blowjob I’ve ever experienced. It was in a dream, of course, so that may have merely been my perception. She licked up and down my shaft and then placed each one of my balls in her mouth for a good soaking. Vigorously, she’s sucked my cock, and the sensation nearly set me off.

This was the ultimate vacation. We were on a deserted beach, and a beautiful woman was blowing me in the sun. What more could a man ask for? I leaned my head back and relaxed, taking a sip from the pineapple after nearly dropping it.