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Assignment Pt. 03
Assignment Pt. 03

Task 03: Rewrite This Instruction: Reformulate: Assignment Pt. 03 Paraphrased Version: The Third Section: Transform This

After sharing my story, I hope you've enjoyed reading it. For those of you sending me nasty emails through fake accounts, kudos, you're so courageous you don't have the guts to speak your mind directly. Cowards. Mica xx

In the office, we mulled over the situation involving the Chinese Lady. We believed they were Chinese Intelligence but posing as Triad, but we had no solid evidence. The information from China didn't exactly align with Triad, something was off. However, we couldn't prove the Intelligence connection. The boss tasked me with placing listening devices in the Chinese household whenever I got the chance. He also suggested planting a couple in Pete and Annette's place if I could.

I met Jules for lunch and explained the situation with our next-door neighbor. She raised an eyebrow at my sexual confession, implying there would be no intimate moments between us. Determined to help Pete fix his IT issues, I spent the afternoon working from home, giving Pete or Annette another opportunity. The chore of wire wheel polishing awaited me.

"Hi, neighbor," it was Pete.

"Hi, Pete."

"I just wanted to thank you for helping Annette yesterday during the storm," he said.

"You're welcome, Pete," I replied.

"Did you see her naked?" he asked.

"No, Pete," I responded.

"I understand you dried her clothes?" he said.

"Yes, she was soaking wet. She was standing in the hallway dripping, and I suggested she take off her clothes and dry them while I brewed some tea. She did just that, and then the thunderstorm struck."

"Did you see her naked?" he asked again.

"No, Pete, and I'm happily married to Jules, so I don't need to look elsewhere. I have plenty of naked flesh in my own home to admire."

"Cool, I get it. Well, I'm considering it if you want to," he said, suggesting I could sleep with his wife.

What! Is he inviting me to sleep with his wife?

"No, Pete, I'm not interested. Jules and I have a fulfilling relationship without needing to look elsewhere," I responded.

He went on to speak about his IT concerns, expressing a desire for me to inspect his network and help secure it from potential eavesdroppers.

"I might be able to help you with that," I responded, my mind already imagining a system that would look similar to ours at work, but wouldn't provide any clues on how to break into our network.

Jules returned with a Chinese takeout meal, which I found rather amusing. She smiled as she set the food on the table. Perhaps my luck isn't that bad after all.

Jules and I had the sweet and sour and chow mein, respectively, and shared the prawn crackers and egg fried rice. We skipped the spring rolls because we prefer the larger ones. Jules opened a bottle of Chablis to accompany our meal. It was okay, but I preferred something less crisp.

Finally, we finished dinner and retired to the conservatory, where we listened to the evening bird calls - mostly alarms and little singing. We spoke about trivial matters, even managing to hold a conversation for 40 minutes and two glasses of wine each.

"Shower," Jules suggested.

"Absolomont," I agreed, following her upstairs. She was already in the bathroom when I entered, so I stripped and joined her. I took the scrunchie from her, squirted it with gel, and began scrubbing her back and sides, which of course, involved a close look at her breasts.

Jules turned around and handed me the scrunchy. Standing behind her, I continued scrubbing her front, including her breasts. Don't know if this was payback for the Chinese joke yesterday.

I spun around, focusing on cleaning my front, particularly my penis, with as much care as necessary. Jules shut off the water and we used a squeegee to dry each other off before drying ourselves further with towels.

Jules sprawled on the bed, her legs crossed, concealing her treasure from me. I lay down next to her and teased her, which resulted in her making funny faces and trying not to move. However, she eventually capitulated, laughing and pulling me towards her.

"Stop it! You beast!" she said jokingly, calming her with a kiss and gently cupping her recently washed left breast.

"Don't be mad," I replied, engaging in a kiss while my hand moved down towards her groin and lightly grazing her clitoris. "Oh!" she exclaimed in surprise.

"You're such a deviant," she whispered in my ear. "But an expert lover, apparently."

I moved my fingers into her vagina, spreading her wider and playing with the walls of her canal. I ventured lower, taking her right nipple in my mouth and then moving on to her navel, causing her to wriggle beneath me. Her arms were around me, she lifted a knee, and I found myself on my back, Jules on top of me.

"Ha ha," she laughed, astride my hips.

"Ha ha," I echoed, my hands continuing to twist inside her. I had a finger joined by two others, pressed against her backdoor, threatening to enter.

She lowered herself, pushing my fingers out of the way, the opening of her pussy aligning with my erection. I eased my fingers from her, presenting them to her like an offering. She sucked them into her mouth, and with a wicked grin, she settled onto my penis and swallowed me whole, surrounding me in her hot, wet tunnel.

"Oh yes, Drew," she breathlessly gasped, her cheeks flushed. "It feels so much better than fingers."

I started bucking my hips up, sliding into her depths and then almost pulling out, only for Jules to bring her hips down, pinning me in place with her weight. Her movements were rhythmic and unhurried, gripping me tightly as she rocked back and forth. I felt the walls of her pussy flexing and relaxing, gripping and releasing my member.

"Baby," I sighed, grinning at her, "I'm not going to last."

She stared back at me, her face locked in a determined expression. She forced herself down even harder, her nails digging into my hips and her throat convulsing, until I was barely able to thrust up any further.

"Ride me, Jules," I urged, flexing my hips to meet her movements. Her lips parted in a serene smile and she began thrusting wildly, her fingers entwined in my hair and her breath growing heavier.

"I can't last any longer!" I cried out, feeling my orgasm rapidly approaching.

"Then come," she replied with a gleam in her eye, her movements becoming more erratic. "Come inside me!"

As my climax slammed into me, Jules grunted in pleasure and bucked hard, pushing my penis as far as it would go. She cried out and shuddered, squeezing my penis with her damp muscles, sending me over the edge and splattering her walls with my load.

She collapsed forward on top of me, her head resting dreamily on my chest. "Morning," she murmured, her eyes becoming lazy.

I'm making breakfast, a nice bacon sandwich. It's almost cooked and Jules is due to wake up and leave for work soon. I'm considering working from home for the day and then going to the office for a short time after lunch.

Annette, a neighbour, calls while I'm eating my breakfast. "Morning! Smells like your usual bacon, but this time you've got company in there."

I chuckle, realizing I forgot to close the front door behind me. "Morning, Annette."

"If I hadn't heard you at it last night during dinner, I'd say you're gay," she mused. "No, with the sounds from your bedroom, you're clearly straight."

"Yes, very."

She walked over to where I was sitting at the kitchen bar and brushed her fingers against my chest. "Have you had any morning fun today?"

"Just some tea with the Chinese lady," I replied slyly.

Her fingers snaked into my shirt, rubbing my nipples. "Okay, maybe not tea." She slid her hand beyond my waist and decided to have a closer look.

I was surprised, but I shouldn't have been judging by her irritating grin. "No, better. More embarrassing, really."

She smirked and released me, letting out a sigh.

"Mine then," she announced, tearing her eyes from my groin. "And there's nothing Pete would find interesting."

"Pete won't find out, not that he'd care. Jules isn't exactly...in the dark, huh?"

"That's for sure. She would let a forensic search rival the FBI's if she suspected anything."

I switched off all the appliances in the kitchen and accompanied Annette to her house, with my phone in my back pocket and my "devices" in my front. I didn't know if I'd get a chance, but if I did, I was ready. Her hallway had that wood flooring, which I wasn't a fan of and preferred vinyl tiles downstairs and carpet upstairs.

"Straight up or coffee first?"

"Coffee, please, if you don't mind."

"Lounge or conservatory?"

"Lounge, please."

"Here you go, make yourself comfortable. I'll be in the kitchen for a moment."

I went into the lounge, device in hand. I opted to sit on the side of the couch, and as I sat down, I slid the device under the side rest, hoping it would look like I was just sitting comfortably.

Annette stepped in, carrying two cups of coffee. She was wearing just a pinny. I laughed and took a cup from her. The coffee was warm and steamy, so I placed it on the small table by my side.

"Why the change of heart?"

"I just decided that life is too short and I'm tired of pushing you away."

"What will Jules say if she finds out?"

"She won't say anything. She'll just kill me with the poison she gives me."

"You're joking, right?"

"No, she will. Women usually use poison, according to the crime course I attended."

"Wow."

"Let's see if it's worth it."

She turned toward me and kissed me passionately. Her lips slid over mine, her tongue intertwining with mine. I couldn't help but smile, feeling excited by the situation. Slowly, her hand moved toward my chest, easing the buttons on my shirt apart. She massaged my chest, finding my nipples and gently rolling them between her fingers.

She moved her hands down and undid my belt, then the button on my trousers, and lowered my zip. My penis was erect, begging for release, but she didn't, instead, her light touch grazed the material of my underpants.

She undid the front of the pinny, revealing her breasts, and I lowered my head to suckle her right breast, ensuring she couldn't see my face as I did so. I caressed her stomach while one of my hands slid into her cleft, barely parting her folds.

"Oh shit. Upstairs." Annette pulled away, apparently needing more time, and headed upstairs. I quickly placed the other device under her bed, and followed. She dove into her bathroom, allowing me to sit on the bed, giving me the opportunity to remove my trousers and underwear.

She returned, naked and glowing, and kneeled by the bed. She untied the pins that held her pinny, letting it fall open to reveal her breasts. She then pulled me back onto the bed, so I was lying sideways. She straddled me, positioning her lips above my groin.

Looking up, I could see the crease of her vagina, her inner lips poking out, one slightly lighter in color than the other. She hovered above my face, her labia moist and inviting. Not being able to reach her with my hands or move my head, she breathed on my penis, sending shivers through me. It felt like she was blowing gently from the tip to the base, then back to the tip, over and over.

I can feel a nail running along the line that separates my vagina, sending a ticklish sensation, like an electric jolt, and then it lands on my anus, causing light touching. Annette has a skillful hand.

She lowers her hips slightly, and now her vagina is near enough for me to see a drop of moisture on its petals. I lick it with my tongue, taking in its salty taste, maybe with a hint of metal. There might be a lot more to come, which wouldn't be a problem for me.

She continues to drop further, and my tongue can now reach her, licking the folds inside, tasting the delicious taste of a woman's body, something that can't be compared. No match in my opinion. Her folds curl around my tongue, but I'm not reaching her clitoris, only occasionally touching it.

I sense warmth all around my penis, and then her lips are kissing it. She forcefully pulls back my foreskin and deep-throats me, moving her throat up and down, creating a strange sensation at the base of my penis. She struggles to breathe around me as she lets my penis slide back past her tonsils.

She lowers even more, pressing her vagina against my face, covering my nose with her lips, and her vagina is inches from my mouth. As she pushes closer, breathing is difficult, maybe that was her plan? I push my tongue inside her, and receive a flood of fluids, almost suffocating and struggling to breathe, but I wouldn't change the situation at all.

Maybe this is what Pete experiences on each occasion, or is he only allowed to have intercourse occasionally? I know that I'm fortunate to have Jules in my assignment, she adores sex, and happily participates as often as possible. I've heard about Pete and Annette, but never between them, I have no idea if they ever actually have intercourse.

She suddenly stops and rolls onto her side, letting me breathe freely.

She lies on her back, legs spread open.

"Now, it's your turn, shag me," she says.

"How can I deny this?" I ask.

I cover her, my erect penis pointing towards her entrance. I slide my penis along her folds, getting some of her copious fluids, then aim it towards her opening, and push. Gradually, I enter her, my foreskin retracting as I fill her, and then my head pushing further, feeling her bumps and ridges, her vagina anything but smooth.

Her vagina tightens as I move, gripping tighter on my penis with every thrust, the faster I go, the deeper I penetrate, and the louder her vulva slaps against my bellybutton, a noise that echoes in the room, perhaps her window is open. Her nails dig into my back, so I won't have to invent any injuries later if my wife sees them.

Annette is gasping as we shag, meeting my thrusts, holding her breath but not seeming to exhale. Her nails dig in more, her legs wrap around me, her vagina clamps tighter. I feel that familiar sense of urgency, where I want to push stronger and deeper, unable to resist.

I push hard, so hard and deep, my pelvis crushing her and I feel my semen erupting, splashing inside her, filling her womb, spilling into her uterus, and as my ejaculation subsides, she screams and her vagina clamps tightly, throwing me off the bed and expelling her breath suddenly.

She wraps her arms around me, no letting go, for a few moments and then collapses, resting on the bed, her vagina relaxing, my penis softening within her. She releases me from her hug and pushes me away. I roll beside her, panting and breathing heavily.

"What was that?"

"What do you mean?"

"That wasn't what I thought it would be, I imagined just having sex."

Ah, the same as the Chinese woman. "Oh, well, that was just sex for sure, just two people making love."

"Far from just sex."

"Okay, sorry."

"Don't ever apologise for that. God, that explains the noises I hear when you and Jules make love. God."

I wonder if she's collected enough evidence to try and blackmail me. We'll see.

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