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Embracing Ellie: Chapter 7
🕑 Added 2025-03-30 18:26:45 +0000 UTCHe watched in disbelief as his beautiful wife, one of a known timid nature (and a nature simpatico to his own), took the boldest move he’d seen in his life with her. Her familiar hands worked together at his crotch, undoing his top button and drawing down his fly. He’d known Ellie almost his whole life, and while other kids around them had slid toward a badder nature, Ellie’s parents and his own parents had kept him and Ellie from some of life’s seedier attractions. To see Ellie in broad daylight, lit by the sun, doing something so naughty was bewildering. First the tromp in the woods and the sudden surprise of outdoor sex, to the odd awakening moment he’d seen Ellie eyeing Hemi with a gaze he’d never seen before, now to this…
His heart pounded, his vision shook with astounding excitement, and by the time Ellie had his fly open and his underwear waistband pulled down, she’d found his penis at almost full erection status. Neither of them had bright sunshine sex before, and the sight of Ellie’s fingers pulling his erection upright had his eyes fluttering. Even in the woods, they’d been under protection of the tree canopy.
A faintness took hold of him and his head rocked back.
Sunlight on his upright erection had some incredible effect on him. A supercharging effect. Not on his mind, because in a just a few seconds, Ellie had somehow rendered him a babbling useless person. He couldn’t even speak right now. And, god, Ellie…
A true vision of pure and innocent beauty with her bronze skin and her dark almond eyes and her lustrous hair on her smooth shoulders…
Smiling while she handled his throbbing penis, saying now, “I wouldn’t even know what to do, Danny,” and showing him a heart-aching expression of feminine innocence. She waited for his response and then seemed to appreciate his muteness and knew whence it sprung.
Anyone could see them. A neighboring cottage! Through the hedgerow or perhaps from a second-story window, looking down and seeing their perverted neighbors doing dirty things in the hammock. Maybe someone out on the water, coming past on a vessel; maybe someone on the far shore with a set of binoculars; oh no, perhaps someone from the estate (god, no—maybe a woman!) popping by to ask how they were enjoying their stay so far.
He found speech, managing to croak out Ellie’s name. She smiled and then looked sheepish, knowing just like he did how terrible it was what she was doing.
But the vision of her! Unbelievable. This gorgeous pure woman of kindness and innocence, holding his erection upright out of his open fly, his briefs still cupping his scrotum, just his gnarly fellow in Ellie’s graceful fingertips. The pads of her fingers seemed to pulse some electrifying energy into his hardness, encouraging a heartbeat stutter and the sudden bloom of an iridescent bulb of pre-sex lube in his urethral cup. It embarrassed him. Ellie shouldn’t be privy to such vulgarity.
And Ellie saw it, and Ellie did the cutest thing: grimacing and somehow smiling at the same time. He croaked an apology.
And while Ellie’s boldness had reigned supreme for a few heart-freezing moments, now reality seemed to settle in on her, and she crumpled, folding herself up at his hip, lowering his penis so it didn’t stick up like a sailboat’s mast. She even began to snuffle laughter, proving that the whole bold-Ellie thing had been a ruse.
A relief flooded his system, his joints and jaw unclenching, but then Ellie looked up from his ribs, her fingers still on his shaft, and she said, “I’d be so embarrassed.”
He swallowed a dry gulp, regarding her, saying then, “You’ve done it before.” Which was true. Mouth stuff was an uncomfortable rarity, welcome when it arrived, but at the same time, the act made them both awkward. They preferred plainness. Straightforward vanilla. But heck, it was vanilla with this gorgeous creature, so you could stuff the other thirty flavors for all he cared.
Ellie’s eyes darted around, also wary now of the estate staff coming to make sure they were enjoying their stay, then lowering her mouth to his cock while his eyes widened. She kissed the underside and the feel of her soft lips right there had him once again seized tight. His head rocked back and his eyes rolled up. Ellie snuffled a small laugh again, and he felt the rush of warm air on the skin of his aching hardness and rolled further back into a surrendering bliss.
While he did, Ellie worked his underwear down lower, taking his shorts along, freeing up his full length and his scrotum. His balls rolled over and then climbed up into his body, afraid of sunlight, it seemed. Ellie kissed his shaft again, and he grunted and moaned and his hips jerked.
“Daniel?”
He forced his eyes open and looked down his prostrate body at his wife curled up at his side, arm over his thighs, her face by his bobbing hardness.
She said, “Am I any good at it?”
He nodded.
She said, “Would you tell me what I’m supposed to do?”
“I think anything you want to do is good.”
She slumped and showed him ages-serious expression. “That’s the Danny answer,” she said. “I want the Hemi answer.”
He had to lay a hand over his racing heart, and seeing him doing it had Ellie laughing and hiding her face from him, pushing her brow into his hipbone.
“You’re killing me, Ellie,” he said, on the verge of laughing too.
She gathered her composure and looked up again. “Are you going to show me or not? I’m going to lose my nerve in a second.”
The idea this moment could end at the result of any wrong turn had him taking this with real seriousness. “Sure, Ellie, sure. What do you want to know?”
“What do guys like?”
“Guys?” The idea that she could provide an act that was universally enjoyable to the broad male population hurt his stomach in a strangely erotic way. Ellie was supposed to be all his own.
“I don’t know what works,” she said in an embarrassed admission. Which was true, he supposed. He’d never finished from anything Ellie did with her mouth. It had only ever been a transitional act. But still, the idea that she could do something to him and apply it to another man sent his sex drive into high orbit.
He couldn’t answer her. Frozen again.
She said, “Would you tell me?”
In a disbelieving whisper, he said, “Ellie…”
She mouthed her silent response: “Tell me.”
Any response on his mind was too vile to utter. He didn’t know what to say. He’d like to tell Ellie really dirty things, like how Hemi would want to come in her mouth, how he probably had girls begging to suck his cock. His huge cock, too. He’d like to tell Ellie awful things.
With her eyes still on his, she kissed the side of his shaft. It was all so lurid, so… pornographic.
And he hated how much he loved it. Like, really loved it.
In a slow and hypnotizing move now, Ellie’s mouth moved to his glans, her eyes on his until the last second, where she lost her nerve and closed her eyes. She plumped her lips on him and he thought to remind her of that shining bead of seminal fluid that had slid from his tip to make a puddle on his stomach. She wouldn’t want that in her mouth. But she didn’t seem to care, now mouthing and kissing the underside of his cock head, that shimmering lubricant wetting her lips. The faintness clawed him again, trying to drag him down into the world of slumber. He fought it, eyes narrowed to see how this angel might pleasure him, and how bad she could be. Because Ellie, up until this New Zealand trip, had not an ounce of badness.
Now her tongue appeared, and it slithered out to seize his cock head into her lips. The colors of her lips and his cock head were close in color, both shining with wet and slippery and sensitive. His hiding testicles sought further retreat and more seminal fluid gushed from his urethra. Ellie’s tongue retreated from the new stream and began pleasuring other parts of his penile anatomy. Exploring him with her tongue in a way that stunned him. It was so… well, intimate.
And that was okay. They were intimate. They were close. They’d just always seemed to treat this kind of sex as somehow disrespectful.
But Ellie’s tongue showed his erection nothing but respect. And the intimacy of oral sex was as deep and pure as their previous intimacy. If he could get past this idea of disrespect, they could have a gratifying pleasure a multitude deeper than their already enjoyable sex life. The thought flashed before him about how he’d never given her oral sex. She’d always closed her legs if he’d tried and he never, ever pushed.
As her mouth returned to his tip and closed around the end of his erection, he saw in his evil mind’s eye the image of muscular Hemi on his hands and knees between Ellie’s legs and he guides them open and Ellie doesn’t want to stop him, not the way she stops her husband, she wants—no needs—Hemi to put his tongue inside her.
You did put your tongue in there, right?
“Ah, Ellie,” he gasped and bucked forward, that terrifying image jolting him, getting his balls tightening and sending out a little ejaculatory warning he didn’t want depositing in his wife’s mouth. He held the sides of her head and guided her mouth off of him.
She said, “Did I do it wrong?”
He said, “You know you didn’t, Ellie. You’re doing it too right. It felt too good.”
She wiped a knuckle over her delicate lower lip. “So Hemi would like it?”
The pure mischief and playfulness in her dark-gold eyes grabbed at his heart and held it tight. He kissed her full on the mouth even though she’d just had it on his penis. She laughed and embraced him, hugging his waist.
He let her go and fell to lying on his back again, Ellie up on an elbow, his erection pointing up to his chin and needing immediate attention. He said, “You are about to make me crazy.”
“Well, you were making me crazy. All that talk about Hemi.”
“You’re trying to get back at me? Because if you are, I’m going to taunt the heck out of you about Hemi every day from here on.”
“You like this kind of revenge?” She kissed his hipbone, so close to the part of him that really needed kissing.
He got serious, regarding her with no humor. “You want me to tell you what Hemi would like?”
She smiled with warmth and nodded.
“I think he would like it, like it the way you put it in your mouth just now.”
“You want me to do that again?”
“Please.”
She shimmied into place again, and in the process showed him right down her top, at her two pillowy breasts squashed together, showing a mighty cleavage.
He said, “Hemi would really like it if you traced that dress off a shoulder and showed him a little something.”
Ellie looked concerned. “Out in the public like this?”
“Ellie, you took my dick out.”
She bit her lower lip and shot a wary look around again before doing what he’d said semi would like and tracing the summer-dress’s strap from her shoulder then pushing it further until she’d revealed a breast. A beautiful, perfect breast. One Hemi didn’t deserve to see ever, but would make him go absolute cartoon horn-dog if Ellie showed it to him, beating one foot on the ground and howling up to the sky like an animal.
But as soon as Ellie revealed one breast she hid it again, squashing it to his leg as she lowered her mouth to his erection and sank it into her mouth. The slickness, the warmth and wetness, and the thrill of velvety sexual contact had him reeling once more. “Now up and down,” he breathed.
And Ellie did so, moving her head up and down his shaft, the head of his cock and a few inches filling her mouth. She bobbed a half dozen times, then stopped.
“Like that?”
“Yeah,” he gasped. “If, if…”
“If what?”
“If his, if his could, could even, even fit in your mouth.”
Ellie’s brows lowered to quizzical lines.
“You looked at his, at his bulge in the, the restaurant.”
“Yeah?”
“He’s going to be bigger.”
Ellie looked at his cock, and he felt ten times more naked than he was. Now she looked up again. “Danny, you’re big. I wouldn’t want anything bigger than this.”
Consciousness threatened to leave him alone, to fly off somewhere else and render him useless in the hammock. He struggled to keep his focus. “Ellie… Have you, have you ever seen another naked man, one who was, you know, erect?”
Ellie’s brows raised, and she looked away for a second and a huge dread rolled inside him like a thundercloud.
Comments
Donkatsu
Ellie is so sweet! Sritala (the owner of the White Lotus Resort) not so much. She speaks to her underlings using an archaic diminutive (lesser caste) case we were always warned NOT TO EVER USE WITH THE THAIS. Even worse than showing them the bottom of your shoe or patting them on the head. In the after show, it is hilarious to hear that meek fool security guard, Gaitok, speak English and talk about the episode with a lovely public school accent. His GF on the show, Mook, is actually a hotshot K-pop gal who speaks with an American accent. Speaking of KT themes, Mook is now evincing unease at Gaitok's lack of ambition and killer instinct. Maybe she can snag one of those bald, old farangs and then play around like Chloe, Chelsea, and the rest of the mia-nois (เมียน้อย/minor wife). Carrie Coon, part of a girlfriend's trio, is her usual uninhibited self, once she gets wound up. She gets a lot of mileage out of her perky petits. In the end, Hemi is going muff diving and Danny will be spending a lot of time at the hotel. Ellie just needs a bit of guidance and a firm hand (maybe a big cock, too).
KT Morrison
I'm 2 seasons behind! Sounds like I should be watching...
JamesIsAsleep
Anyone else watching White Lotus? It's another season, another subplot that might appeal to KT readers. I've been keeping an eye to see what happens with the Chloe (Charlotte Le Bon) and Chelsea (Aimee Lou Woods) characters. The Chloe character is fun and is apparently actively trying to cuck her husband, but I'm over here paying attention to Chelsea. It feels like both of these characters could exist in a KT novel, hell Chloe is French Canadian.
JamesIsAsleep
I really appreciate that people on here have a keen eye, I'm over here grinning with the story. I love these two, and I can't wait until Elie gets to see Hemi with whatever is about to come in the back of her mind.
KT Morrison
Yes! Thank you.
KT Morrison
I hope you like this one. Ellie is no Kimmy! Ellie is a good human.
KT Morrison
gosh, I missed that. I didn't even mean to leave the get-serious phrase. I was going to come back to it and change it. My brain is failing me.
Bill F Protagoras
"She slumped and showed him ages-serious expression." "She slumped and showed him a get-serious expression." ?
Tracey52
This story is delicious.
Tracey52
She bit her lower lip and shot a wary look around again before doing what he’d said semi would like and tracing the summer-dress’s strap from her shoulder then pushing it further until she’d revealed a breast. *Hemi
