Beads and Buggies ©2004,
soho178
Rita massaged her husband’s shoulders, kneading the tense muscles until they finally began to unwind. She had the strong hands of a woman accustomed to daily chores on the ranch. Her fingers sought out the knots that she knew hid in the deep muscles and worked on them one at a time. Jarrod flinched as she pressed on one of the trigger points, but sighed as he felt the knot give way.
“Ahhhh. That feels so much better.” He turned his head to smile at her. “Thank you my love.”
“I just wish you weren’t working so hard. I hate to see you worn out like this.” She placed a light kiss on his neck.
Jarrod leaned back letting his head rest against her shoulder and she slipped her arms around his chest. “The trial will be over in two more days, then I can relax. Maybe we can get Mother or Heath and Anna to take Victoria for the weekend?” He reached for one of her hands and raised the palm to his lips, placing a tender kiss there. “You take such good care of me. I don’t thank you enough.”
The two sighed and snuggled. Rita wanted nothing more than to lock their bedroom door and make love to her husband all night, but as exhausted as he was, she doubted he’d be able to stay awake once he landed in bed. The weekend beckoned. She’d make a point of talking to her sister-in-law today.
She pushed him down, face first on the bed and returned to massaging his shoulders and back. Within minutes the counselor was asleep as his wife mused over his need for relaxation, a sparkle forming in her chocolate brown eyes.
Looking down at her husband’s arms, tied behind his back, Rita smiled at the memory of the first time she had used the silk scarves. It had awakened a depth of erotic passion in both of them that was almost frightening. Who would have thought it? By unspoken agreement it was something they indulged in rarely. She would carefully hide her plans and Jarrod would be caught unawares. The anticipation would leave her wanting him for days ahead of time. The surrender of all control to her would bring a pleasure and release to him that nothing else could.
She smiled to herself. Today she was taking the game to a new level. The scarves, they’d been an improvisation, an inspiration from her own imagination, but this? There was no hiding that she’d been learning a few things that no respectable lady should know. How she and Anna had come to talk about their sex lives still escaped her memory, but Heath’s wife had surprised her with a wealth of knowledge and some interesting contacts in San Francisco. It seems being raised the daughter of a ship’s captain included a rather unique education for a young lady.
She focused her attention back on the man bent over the hassock. His hands bound behind his back with a silk scarf.
“I have a surprise for you today.” Her low, husky voice sent a thrill down his spine.
“But the family…”
“Yes, the family…” Her answer did nothing to enlighten him. At that moment he didn’t care. She reached one hand around his waist and unbuckled his belt, then began on the buttons that held the light cotton slacks closed, while her other hand reached from behind and squeezed his sack through the cloth.
“Mmmmm…”
Soon the slacks were pooled around his knees, along with the light silk underwear he favored in the summer.
Summer was the best time for these games, making it easier to disrobe him. She reached up under his shirt and stroked down his back with her nails, then let her hands wander further, caressing the muscular swell of his buttocks. For a man who spent much of his time sitting in an office, he took admirable care of himself. Taking the bottle of sweet oil that Mai Ling had given her, she drizzled it onto the small of his back and then into the cleft that ran down to his manhood. Jarrod shivered at the feel of the slick wetness trickling down between his cheeks and over his balls. He was already hard as a rock, wanting to slide forward and rub his needy cock against the leather he was resting on. She stopped him by reaching under and grabbing the thick hot shaft with oil slick fingers.
“Aughhhhh!...Oh God, Baby!”
Rita started to tease him, stroking with one hand and slipping the fingers of her other into the furrow, sliding her fingertips over his opening. She felt him flinch, then release a sigh as she moved down to stroke his balls. Starting back along the path she’d traveled, she let her finger rest over the puckered opening, pressing slightly while she stroked his head, pulling back the foreskin to caress the sensitive ridge that hid beneath it. Jarrod’s anxiety peaked, but his heart beat quickened as flashes of pleasure ran from his ass to his balls to his cock.
“What are you doing?” He could barely get the words out between waves of pleasure.
“Just relax, darling, trust me.”
She slid her hand back again, this time pressing harder and slipping her fingertip inside. Jarrod’s gasp almost made her stop, but then she moved her finger in and out very gently and heard a moan of animal pleasure come from deep inside her husband’s chest. His hips began to thrust in earnest, forcing her finger in and out of his ass and her hand over his raging erection. In his most private fantasies he’d yearned for this but never allowed himself to seek it out. With his head being stroked he was drowning is pleasure as his hips thrust back and forth. Every movement rang pleasure from some part of him. She let him impale himself on her, moving her finger to seek the spot Mai Ling had told her about. Looking out the window, in the distance she saw the ranch buggy turn from the main road toward their home. Her timing had to be perfect. Feeling the nub under her finger she stroked it gently. Jarrod’s body convulsed with a wave of pleasure and she knew she had found her treasure. Experimenting with more pressure, she heard him cry out and the felt the shudder as he climaxed shooting his seed into her hand.
Once he had calmed down, she gently removed her finger from her husband’s opening and reached for the string of four smooth ivory balls nearby. Soft moans of contentment changed to gasp of disappointment as the pressure disappeared. The balls she held were a creamy white and strung together with a stout silk cord. An ivory ring at one end was carved in an intricate dragon design. Still fondling his softening manhood, Rita took a moment to warm the toy in her hand while she spread the oil over them.
“You liked that?” she purred in his ear.
“Oh God, yes!”
“Good, then it’s time.”
“Time for what?” His voice was distracted, his focus still on the hand that was beginning to get a new response from his spent erection.
“This…”
Before he could react she pressed the end bead against his tight hole and through. Jarrod’s entire body bucked as it slipped through and he cried out as the fullness shocked him.
“Shhh! You don’t want your family hearing do you?” The carriage with Victoria and Nick could be heard pulling into the drive. He strained against the scarf that bound his wrists behind him as she pushed the second ball through the tight opening. His muscles resisted, then gave way, allowing the smooth surface to slip by.
“Aughhh!” He struggled to slide forward, away from her hand as the cry escaped and she warned him, “Surely you don’t want them coming up here?”
He shook his head.
“Remember counselor, I’m in control.” She pushed the third ball through then gave a gentle tug at the ring. The muscles held firm and the motion pulled the three globes back against his pleasure center inside. He cried out, muffling it in the leather beneath his head and chest.
“One more darling.” She pushed the last ball inside. Now the only evidence of their existence was the ivory ring nestled between his buttocks.
Hearing their housekeeper answer the door, she picked up a linen towel from the chair and gently wiped the oil from his ass and balls, then gave his sack one last caress..
“Mrs. Barkley!” Emma called from downstairs, “Your company is here.”
“We’ll be right down.” She pulled the clothing up from around her husband’s knees. Pushing against his shoulders she helped him to kneel upright as she tucked in his shirt and quickly fastened his pants closed then ran a comb through his hair.
Jarrod was still too shocked to say anything. He could feel the balls inside him, feel the fullness. His opening clenched involuntarily at the feeling of the silk string running through it. Each squeeze sent another light wave of pleasure through him.
Releasing the bound hands at last, she smiled “Your mother’s here, and we have a picnic to go to.” Threading her arm through his she steered him toward the bedroom door and downstairs.
“You might want to get that look off your face dear.” She patted his hand and stepped ahead to great Victoria and Nick.
Out in front of Jarrod and Rita’s home their buggy sat ready.
“Mother, how was Torie for you last night?”
Victoria smiled at the memory of her grand daughter’s sleepover. “She was just fine. Heath and Anna loved having company for Leah, and I got to dote on both my grandchildren at once. They’re all meeting us by the lake later.” With a knowing smile she added, “I hope you two enjoyed your evening alone.”
Rita laughed. “Oh we did Mother.” Then more quietly so that no one but Jarrod could hear her she added. “But I enjoyed this morning more.”
Turning to her husband, Rita smiled her most endearing smile. “Darling, could you get the picnic basket from inside please?”
Walking was safe. He had to live with the feeling of fullness, but nothing more, unless some odd twist or movement shifted the balls. Halfway down the steps he’d almost lost his footing when one of them brushed against his prostate and sent a wave of intense pleasure coursing through him. Now lifting the baskets he knew he was in trouble. He’d barely made it through loading the first one without anyone seeing the raging hardon that carrying it had given him, but standing at the kitchen table, lifting the second, another wave shot through him.
Rita had been watching his progress back to the kitchen and followed. Shutting the door behind her, she walked over to him and quickly unbuttoned his pants and pulled his pulsing erection out. Jarrod’s eyes were begging her for relief and she quickly took care of him, stroking his length. His climax was almost immediate, shooting over and over again, pumping into her hand with the most intense orgasm he could remember.
Jarrod gasped for air and words. “Oh God woman, take them out. I can’t do this!”
His wife just smiled. “Oh I have faith in you Jarrod. You can do anything you set your mind on. Now be a dear, button your pants and bring the basket.”
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The lake was mountain fed, runoff from the year round snow pack kept the water cold. In midsummer it was a welcome relief from the dry California heat. A picnic by the lake always meant swimming, though Victoria usually declined or at most sat in the shade and dangled her feet in the water. Everyone else, adults and children alike, brought swimming clothes, and spent some time cooling off.
Standing waist deep in the water Jarrod could only shake his head. Never in his wildest dreams would he have believed he’d be glad to be cold enough for his balls to crawl up inside his body. Then again, he never could have imagined walking around with a string of beads giving him a perpetual hard on either.
The lake had fast become Jarrod’s savior. The buggy ride had been….memorable. Sitting atop the padded seat, Rita and Jarrod had taken the lead. The bumping of the wheels over the hardened trail sent vibrations up through the axles. On a cheaper rig, the box would have been mounted directly to the axels. Thank god the Barkleys only bought expensive carriages. It was a well sprung buggy, not too stiff, but not loose enough to sway too much. What started as sharp jolts, reached the seat as a series of shifts and gentle bumps that set up a sympathetic motion among the four round globes securely tucked inside him.
By the time they’d covered a mile, Jarrod’s erection was straining at his pants. At first it had been no problem and he’d driven with a sense of relief. But then he’d hit that damn rut and things inside had shifted. Now, no matter how he balanced his weight on the seat, he could feel the balls stroke him inside. Nothing he did could relieve the waves of raw pleasure that were coursing through him. His breathing quickened and his hands gripped the reins and he started to sweat with the effort of focusing on his driving. He willed his hands not to travel to his throbbing cock, but eventually lost the battle. He one-handed the reins and started to stroke himself. Coming out of her reverie, Rita took in the situation and rummaged in one of the picnic baskets, then snaked an arm around his back, leaning in close, His belt was her first order of business then buttons on his pants. With those undone, she pushed aside the cloth and freed the trapped shaft that was already wet and ready to explode.
His head dropped to his chest and he closed his eyes, relying on the training of the team to keep them on the road. Her petite hand slid inside the cloth of his pants, down to where the skin of his sack held his balls tight against his body. Using her slender fingers in the tight confines of the cloth she stroked first one then the other globe. A low moan accompanied Jarrod’s panting breath as he sought release. When her touch didn’t bring the results he needed, she moved back forward and grasped the base of his cock, squeezing it and pulling a long tight stroke up to the tip. She felt the tension grip his entire body as fire shot from deep in his belly and he climaxed as she reached the end and ran her thumb over the aching head. The horses plodded on, indifferent to the gasping ecstasy of their driver as he shot his seed into one of Rita Barkley’s best linen dinner napkins.
Minutes later Rita leaned into Jarrod as he slumped back against the seat in a boneless slouch. “Better?”
“Mmmmm…” Flush with contentment from this latest release, he just didn’t have the energy to say more. Rita took over the reins and drove, letting him just drift. The horses kept up their leisurely pace with Nick and Victoria close behind and none the wiser. The road was smooth and the buggy settled into a gently swaying rhythm. Twenty minutes down the road, Rita felt Jarrod start to tense up as a groan escaped him. “Oh God…not again.” He shifted against her side and she looked over to see his arousal jutting up from the still unbuttoned pants. A guilty flush rose up her cheeks as she realized things were getting just a bit out of hand.
”We’ll be there soon, love.” She stammered.
He took back the reins then took her hand and pressed it against his throbbing shaft. “Need it now!” His eyes swirled with lust, telling her the truth of what he said.
Rita glanced around at the forest closing in on both sides of the narrow trail and the straight track ahead of them. Thanking god that the Barkley’s insisted on well trained stock, she stroked him gently, drawing shuddering breaths but not the desperate gasps of earlier. Sliding to her knees, she ducked under the reins and pushed his legs apart. Jarrod watched, fascinated, as she settled in place. Her intent added to his desire and she watched as his manhood swelled in front of her and colored. A drop of glistening liquid gathered at the slit and began to trail down the head, followed by another. She watched, fascinated as the drops grew in time with the jogging of the buggy.
“Rita….” His plea brought her back to his need and she bent down to run her tongue the length of the vein that fed his arousal. She felt the racing pulse as she licked and tasted the salty tang of the fluid that leaked from him. Jarrod held a rein in each hand, resting them on his wide spread knees to keep from startling the horses. Unable to control them, his hips thrust upward seeking out the warmth of her mouth and she opened wide to oblige him, taking the thick shaft in as far as she could. Her other hand closed around the base and she stroked him in time with the swirling of her tongue across his head and along the ridge that marked its base.
Shivers ran down his spine and the balls inside him shifted with the muscles as they tightened sending another wave of desire through his already overwrought nerves. He bit back his urge to scream as she opened her throat and took in as much of him as possible then sucked his length, letting her teeth run over the ridge. The tip of her tongue flicked back and forth, teasing and darting into the slit for more of his salty sweet essence. A moan began low in his chest as once again she took him in, this time concentrating only on sucking hard and massaging the sensitive underside of his shaft with her tongue. Her other hand squeezed in time with the rhythm of the buggy and the balls that move inside him. The moan turned into an incoherent shout that he stifled behind clenched jaws. His climax was fast and hard, the fire exploding from the base of his shaft, upward, shooting hot liquid into her mouth as she struggled to keep up with him. He thrust into her, all the sources of pleasure merged into one and his heart raced until he thought he would pass out. It was impossible to get enough air into his struggling lungs. Darkness began to creep into the edges of his vision and he had to put his head down leaning over her as she used her mouth to milk him dry.
“Please! No more!”
Rita slid out from under his chest, looking up as he grimaced with the after shocks of the orgasm. His face was red and sweaty, his breath ragged. She climbed out from in front and resumed her seat beside him. Her own desire had been taunted all day by having to relieve her husband’s need. She desperately needed to feel him deep inside her, his heat igniting the fire that smoldered in her core. Jarrod was a consummate lover and she’d never had to live through pleasing him but denying herself like this. Wetness coated her thighs and there was a demanding need centered at in the curly hair at the juncture of her legs.
Relieving the spent man of the responsibility for guiding the horses, Rita urged him to right his clothing as they would soon emerge from the forested lane and out into full view of the picnic area the family favored. Already she could see another buggy parked at the far end, under the shade of the valley oaks. She rummaged for another of the linen napkins and wet it, wiping the sweat from his forehead and face.
“Hey big brother, you’re not lookin’ too good.” The concern was evident in Heath’s eyes as he took in Jarrod’s haggard face and weary expression. His shirt was soaked and Heath thought that perhaps his brother was coming down with something.
“I’m fine Heath, just need to cool off.” No one missed the weak-kneed way he walked into the shade. Rita grabbed a blanket and rushed after him, spreading it out so that Jarrod could lie down. She bit her lower lip, guilt gnawing at her. Nick helped Victoria down from their carriage and the two went over to see if they could be of assistance.
“Jarrod, son, are you okay?”
“I’ll be fine Mother, I just need to cool off. If you don’t mind maybe I’ll change and go for a swim right away.”
“Good idea Jarrod!” Nick called to Heath and they unloaded the buggies then began to rummage through the baskets until they found their swimming cloths. With the heavy work already handled by their overgrown boys, the women set about laying out lunch while the three brothers ducked behind the greenery to change. Leah and Torie were still asleep in Victoria’s buggy, so the women decided to wait before they took the opportunity to swim.
“Rita, are you sure Jarrod is okay? He looks awfully tired and shaky.” Audra’s concern showed on her face.
She swallowed, “He’s been working so hard….err, it’s been hard for him to get any rest…” She blushed furiously, leaving them wondering at what had flustered her so easily.
Jarrod emerged from the lake and changed back into his clothes settling down with the rest of the family to eat. The combination of exhaustion and food lulled him to sleep. Rita sat by him, a little ways off from the others, and enjoyed the quiet sunny afternoon. Around three o’clock Jarrod began to waken and to her dismay she saw that the balls had done their job yet again. Her husband had a raging hard on and his family was no more than 20 feet away.
Heath looked over to see Jarrod awake but looking uncomfortable and started over to see if he was okay. Rita panicked, trying to figure out how to save them both from embarrassment. She grabbed the extra blanket folded behind her as a pillow and handed it to Jarrod, hissing “Your stomach hurts!” Jarrod’s eyes’ widened at his little bother’s approach and he pressed the cloth bundle to his midsection, not having to fake a moan.
“You okay big brother?”
Jarrod just looked at Rita. “His stomach hurts Heath, could you hook up out buggy so we can go home?”
“Sure thing, sis.” He patted Jarrod on the shoulder and hollered, “Hey Nick. Jarrod’s feelin’ poorly. Help me with the buggy.” The two men hitched up the horses while the women cleaned up. “We’ll keep Torie with us, Rita. You stay with Jarrod.” She smiled her thanks and went back over to the blanket where he lay, intercepting Heath and Nick.
“Let us help you Rita, he’s too heavy for you to move.” Nick went to put one of Jarrod’s arms over his shoulder while Heath waited nearby.
Afraid they’d take the blanket hiding his erection and the wet spot where his cock was weeping, Jarrod held onto it for dear life and clutched at Nick’s arm. “I can walk!”
Nick and Heath backed off. “Damn stubborn fool!”
Between his hard cock and those damned balls his staggering gait and moans were genuine. Taking in her son’s sweat soaked face and the way he was curled around the blanket, Victoria made the decision to send Rita and Jarrod back to their house with Nick driving. She and Audra headed for town to fetch the doctor. With any luck they would arrive at the house at the same time. Heath and Anna took the children back to the mansion to wait word on Jarrod’s condition.
Jarrod’s face became ashen. “I don’t need a doctor! I’ll be fine.” His eyes begged Rita for support but all she could do was shrug. Victoria wouldn’t be dissuaded.
Nick took off at a furious pace, wanting to get his brother home and settled. They bumped and bounced along the road and there was nothing Rita could do to stop it. No argument she could think of for slowing down would make any sense. The moans coming from the back seat with every bump only convinced Nick more of the need for haste. Arriving at the house in record time, Nick started to lift Jarrod out of the buggy, but once again he refused his brother’s help. Clutching the blanket to his stomach as if for support, he hobbled up the porch steps and inside. Each step rocked the ivory beads and he wanted nothing more than to tear his wife’s clothes off and take her right there on the floor, his brother be damned. Rita saw that look in his eye and pleaded with him silently to just have a little more patience.
Upstairs, she shooed Nick out of the room, telling him that she would get Jarrod settled. “Could you take care of the horses and buggy for me while we wait for the doctor? I don’t want to leave him alone?”
“Sure thing, Honey.” He turned to Jarrod and patted his shoulder. “You let her take care of you big brother.”
The door shut behind him and Rita waited until she saw his black clad form leading the team to the barn then turned to go to the bed, only to find her husband behind her, already naked. Pulling up her skirts, he pushed his fingers through the crotch of her split bloomers and shivered at what he found there. She was wet and wanting, having serviced him all day. Her flesh burned to feel him inside her core. He muscles closed around his fingers as he slid them into her.
“Hurry, before he gets back!”
They rushed to the bed and Rita pushed Jarrod onto his back and straddled him. Not waiting for any preliminaries, with her skirt billowing she rose up over him and plunged down onto his hot throbbing cock. He cried out but stifled it with his forearm. Her wet heat almost drove him over the edge but she pinned him to the bed refusing to move. The sound of wheels in the distance, entering the drive signaled the arrival of Dr. Merar. Reaching back it was a struggle to get the yards of fabric out of the way, but eventually she was able to and found the ring that had lay between his muscular cheeks all day. Jarrod reached up and undid the buttons on her blouse, pushing the fabric aside and unhooking her corset. He pinched and rubbed her nipples, needing to stoke the fire in her, his eyes wide with desire and desperation.
“Hurry!”
He massaged her breasts sending waves of pleasure to the center of her womanhood. She rose up on him and began to ride him in earnest, waiting for his body to tense. Finally it did, to the sound of hooves in the yard. Jarrod thrust into her hot wet flesh and she felt the first shudders begin to pulse through him. Pulling on the ring she tugged the first ball out of his ass just as he thrust into her. He gasped at animal want it sent through him and he grew impossibly larger, filling her to an incredible tightness. Nick’s voice greeted the new arrivals in the yard. He thrust again and she pulled again, this time fire shot from his balls to his head and he thought he would die if he didn’t explode first. Finally, on the last thrust as she felt his whole body tense, she pulled the remaining balls out and he all but screamed as he shot his hot ecstasy into her center. The group was walking to the house. Her answering climax clenched him in a tight spasm of muscles that pulled and squeezed until both their bodies shook uncontrollably. Boots sounded on the porch as Jarrod finally started to breathe again and then all but passed out as waves of pleasure continued to course through him. The front door opened and Rita was off him in a flash, hiding the balls under the bed and putting her clothes in place. She grabbed a night shirt from the dresser and all but shoved it over her husband’s head then arranged the bedcovers over the panting and sweating Jarrod who was curled on his side trying to come to his senses after the climactic orgasm and its continuing aftereffects.
Voices and footsteps climbed the stairs. Rita grabbed the basin from the wash stand and filled it from the pitcher.
The entourage entered to find a devoted wife sitting by her husband, wiping his fevered brow. Jarrod babbled incoherently, something about beads and buggies. Howard Merar could find nothing wrong, except perhaps a bit of a fever and a rapid pulse. In his educated opinion there was nothing wrong with Jarrod that rest and loving care wouldn’t cure.