by Amelia James
Natalie squirmed in the swing. His patience was driving her mad. She wanted him hard and deep—no—she wanted him soft and slow. He gave her everything she wanted and a few things she didn’t know she needed. The spiral coiled again, tighter than before. Release would be furious, and she didn’t know how to prepare for it. “Help me,” she moaned.
But Scott was beyond help. He couldn’t help her or himself even if he wanted to. He buried his erection to the hilt and stayed there, rocking against the spot that would soothe their needs and satisfy their wants.
“Oh,” Natalie sighed. “Oh. Yes. Yes! Oh!” The spiral uncurled, slowly at first, then tearing through her with a fury she’d never experienced before.
“Ahhh!” Scott tossed his head and bit down on her ankle, unleashing another dizzying spiral through both their bodies.
The humid Florida night felt cool against their fiery skin. Neither one of them could move, and, as Scott gathered his senses, he could swear he heard applause. Or was it cheering?
“Nice job! Good form!”
“Excellent technique. I give it a ten.”
“Nine point seven.”
“Nine point nine.”
Scott and Natalie looked up and saw two couples standing under a streetlight at the edge of the park. It was the same four people Scott saw walking through the park earlier. They’d seen everything.
Natalie tensed, waiting for her husband’s reaction. He moved quickly, covering her naked hips with her skirt and zipping his pants. Then he stepped back and took a bow. “Thank you. Thank you very much.” He grinned at his stunned wife. “I hope you enjoyed the show. Although, I’m sure you didn’t enjoy it as much as I did.”
The couples laughed and walked away, still cheering and whistling.
Natalie just stared at him. “Who are you, and what have you done with my husband?”
Scott shrugged. “We’re never going to see them again. Why let it bother me?” He pulled her to her feet and kissed her, teasing her tongue with his.
“I love you,” she whispered, still amazed he wasn’t running for cover.
“I love you.” He nibbled her lips, and she slid her hands down his chest, fumbling with his zipper. “What do you think you are doing?”
“More,” she moaned into his mouth.
He gave a short laugh and grabbed her wandering hands. “No no no no no. Not here.”
“Yes. Here. Now.”
“Uh-uh. It’s time to go back to the hotel.” He shook his head and pried her fingers away from his groin. “One erotic outdoor performance a night is enough.”
Natalie’s eyes sparkled. “Does that mean you’re willing to perform in public again? Soon?”
He choked, cleared his throat, and tried to frown at her, but she was impossible to resist. “Maybe.”
Natalie squealed and clapped her hands.
“But right now, you’re going to have to settle for an encore in our honeymoon suite.”
“If you insist….”
A Quickie:
Mattress Inventory
When you work forty hours a week and your husband works twelve-hour days and weekends, you hardly have time to see each other, let alone have time for sex. Last night, I got tired of waiting for his next day off and went to visit him at work. My husband, Jason, works as a sales rep. for a national furniture store chain. Weeknights were usually pretty slow, so I thought maybe I could steal him away for a minute or two—just long enough to rock his world—if you know what I mean.
The assistant manager, Kevin, spotted my cherry red top and skirt as soon as I walked in the door. “Hi Leslie, he’s in the warehouse.”
“Slow tonight?” Not a customer in sight.
“Slow all day,” Kevin groaned. “But your husband is kicking my butt in sales.”
“Good.” I smiled, feeling quite proud. Last month, Jason was the number two sales rep. in the company. “What’s he doing in the warehouse?”
“Inventory.” Kevin double-checked the numbers on his computer. “They’re shorthanded so I volunteered Jason’s help.”
“Nice being the boss, isn’t it?” Kevin was several years younger than Jason but joined the company right out of college. Kevin’s gift for sales moved him up the promotion ladder in a hurry. “Can I go look for him?”
“Sure. Have fun.”
“I intend to.”
I wasn’t sure if Kevin heard that, but judging by the look on his face, he wasn’t sure he heard it either. I decided to let him think whatever he wanted and sought out that man of mine.
The warehouse staff was gone; out making deliveries, I supposed, so I wandered through the aisles of sofas, dining room sets, and armoires until I found Jason counting mattresses. An evil grin twisted my lips. I couldn’t have found him in a more perfect setting. “Hi honey.”
He looked up from his calculator and smiled. “Hi sweetie.”
I will never grow tired of that smile. I fell in love with it more than ten years ago, and I love it still. “Working hard or hardly working?”
He grunted and punched a few more numbers. “I hate inventory. Kevin sent everybody else home, so I got stuck with it.”
“I’m sorry.” I sat on a plastic-covered king-sized mattress and crossed my legs at the knee, letting my double-slit skirt show more than a little skin. “Can you take a break?” I patted the mattress.
More calculations. “Kevin wants this done tonight.”
Apparently, I was going to have to be more obvious. “Just a quick little fuck.”
Jason’s startled blue eyes slid from my ankles to my knees to my thighs and beyond. “Um….”
“I’ve missed you, sweetie.” I uncrossed my legs and let my skirt fall between my parted thighs.
“Who are you and what have you done with my wife?” Jason glanced around the empty warehouse.
“I’m lonely.” I hate his hours. “And I’m really horny.” The sparkle in his eyes told me he was beginning to waver, so I slid my hand up the back of my shirt, unhooked my bra, and pulled it out my sleeve.
The calculator was forgotten. Jason pushed me back on the mattress and fell on top of me, lifting my shirt above my bare breasts. He devoured me with his eyes, and then he devoured me with his lips. I watched his tongue tickle my nipple, giggling as he tried to choose between them. He finally squeezed my breasts together and flickered his tongue across both my nipples. I wasn’t giggling anymore. My hips came off the mattress and found his erection, grinding against it. Ahh damn, I really needed his cock.
Abruptly, he pulled my shirt down and stood up. “Not here.” He searched the warehouse again.
“Don’t be such a wuss!” I sat up frustrated and grabbed his belt buckle, pulling him back to me.
“Wait till I get home.”
I couldn’t wait four more hours. “But I’ll be asleep on the couch when you get home. And you’ll be exhausted.”
“What if Kevin catches us?” Jason feared for his job.
“Kevin can’t leave the store empty. He’s the only one there.”
Jason chewed his lip, staring at my still erect nipples under my shirt. “True,” he muttered.
I unzipped his pants, stroking him through his boxers.
“We have to make this quick.”
“Of course,” I lied. I let his pants drop to the cold cement floor and pulled his cock free. Afraid he was going to run away, I wrapped one arm around his waist and touched the tip of his erection with my tongue.
“Leslie!”
He actually tried to push me away, but I held him tight, sliding my tongue up and down his hard shaft. I swirled around the tip again then swallowed him. He stopped resisting.
I’m often surprised how long it took me to discover the joy of giving oral sex. When we were first married, I only did it when he begged. I didn’t enjoy it, and he knew it, so he didn’t enjoy it either. But recently, for reasons I’ll never understand and refuse to question, I started to enjoy having him in my mouth. He could feel the dif
ference, and so could I. Sucking on my husband’s cock turned me on.
Jason groaned and his fingers clenched in my hair. I wanted to finish him, but I knew we didn’t have time for that. Just a little more teasing, then I’d let him have his way with me.
“Oh Leslie.” His sigh made me wet. I wrapped my ankles around his calves and lay back on the mattress.
He looked around yet again, so I grabbed him behind the neck and kissed him, pulling him on top of me. I shoved his boxers to his knees while he fumbled with my skirt. We were a tangle of arms and legs, loose and missing clothes, and somehow in all that frantic mess we ended up joined at the hips—literally.
Lifting up on his hands, Jason looked down at me, grinning like a little kid with his hand caught in the cookie jar. “What made you so frisky today?”
“Well,” I actually purred as I shifted to savor the feel of his erection inside me. “Abstinence makes the pussy grow hotter.”
He rolled his eyes then rolled his hips, grinding into me with a gentle force that made my head spin. “Are you saying,” he leaned down to kiss me, “that,” another kiss, “I work too much?”
“Yes. I wish—” I was about to launch into my ‘Life is So Unfair’ speech when his twisting thrust splintered my brain and shattered every logical thought. My back arched of its own accord, and I wrapped my legs around his waist and rolled him onto his back. The plastic-covered mattress crinkled and snapped beneath us, but we barely noticed.
I sat up and pulled my shirt over my head, flinging it away. Shaking my hair down my back, I lifted my arms above my head and thrust my naked breasts forward. He got the hint and covered the perky mounds with his hands.
Jason smiled as he bucked beneath me. “Giddyup.”
I gave him a wicked sneer and rode him hard. He squeezed my nipples and I squealed, feeling the pinch all the way to my clit. I slid my hands between my legs and massaged that magic button while he watched. Warm slow circles spread through my body. Ooh, I ached for this for so long. And it wasn’t going to take much longer. Slipping two fingers between my folds, I pinched my swollen clit between them. Hard, harder…ah…just a little more….
When it hit me, I jumped, and Jason slid his hands to my hips to hold me down. I writhed and twisted on top of him, spinning wildly out of control. Sweat beaded on my skin. The scent of our bodies mixed with the scent of new furniture and crisp plastic, giving me a naughty high. The whirlwind slowly subsided and when I was able to focus, I noticed my husband was about to lose it, too.
Jason clenched his teeth and threw his head back, mouth open, breathing hard. I leaned over him and kissed his neck, feeling him groan when I teased his nipples. Then, right before I felt his hot fluid spill inside me, he bucked hard, almost tossing me over his head. I grabbed his wrists and pinned them to the mattress, rocking back to meet his thrusts.
Oh, oh, oh, I was almost there! “One more,” I gasped. His final orgasmic grind sent me into oblivion again, spinning, falling, twirling from the chilly warehouse darkness into white-hot heavenly light. My husband caught me in his arms and swallowed my cries with his kiss as I quivered against him.
Releasing my lips, Jason gasped for breath. “Ok, honey, will you let me finish the inventory now?”
I sat up and smiled like a contented cat. “You’d better count this mattress as used.”
“Well used.” Jason grinned, rolling me onto my back. He stood and pulled up his pants while I helped him smooth his shirt and tie. Then I found my clothes.
“Do I look like I just got laid?” he asked, adjusting his tie.
“Yes.” I couldn’t help feeling proud.
He shrugged and picked up the calculator. He gave me one more delicious kiss before returning to his work. “Don’t fall asleep on the couch tonight.”
“As you wish.” I gave him a ‘later babe’ grope on his ass and strolled toward the store.
“Did you find him?” Kevin was still all alone.
“Right where I wanted him.”
“Um…ok.” Kevin waved as I walked out the door. “Have a great night.”
I just laughed.
A Quickie:
Lunch Date
“Hi honey! I’m home.” Jack Callahan walked through the back door into the kitchen, tossed his briefcase on the counter, and loosened his tie. He loved living so close to the office. The short commute allowed him to come home for lunch every day.
“Hi sweetie!” April Callahan bounced down the stairs to the kitchen. “What do you want for lunch?”
“You.” Jack pulled his wife into his arms and kissed her. “You’re a little tease.”
“Me?” Her wide blue eyes batted up at him.
“You knew what you were doing when you woke me up late this morning.” Growling, he nibbled her neck, sending shivers down her spine. “Prancing around the bedroom in that scrap of silk you call pajamas.”
April tugged at his tie, pulling him down for another kiss, slipping her tongue just past his lips, then pulling back when he tried to capture it. “I hit the snooze button one too many times. I’m sorry.”
He slid his hand under her shirt and unhooked her bra. “No you’re not. Your little performance gave me a raging woody, and you knew I didn’t have enough time to do anything with it.” He pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it to the floor, her bra landing on top of it. “I’ve been suffering all morning and now you’re going to pay for it.”
She laughed as he lifted her onto the counter, spreading her legs so her skirt slid up to her waist. “Now I’m getting exactly what I wanted,” she purred, running her fingers through his hair. She pulled his face between her breasts and he latched on to one, suckling her nipple while she unzipped his pants. The erection he complained about pushed into her waiting palm, and she stroked it. His moan vibrated her nipple, making her giggle and squirm in his arms.
“Sit still, woman.” Jack pulled her g-string panty to one side and dropped to his knees. She hooked her legs over his shoulders and leaned back on her hands as he nibbled a fiery trail up her inner thighs.
April trembled when his tongue touched her wet clit. Yes, this was exactly what she wanted—what she needed. Her hips rocked against his mouth, demanding more. Sizzling sparks of pleasure spun along her spine, and her thighs clenched tight around his head as he slipped his fingers inside her. He stroked her inside and out, twisting, turning, drawing circles on her moist pink flesh. She bit her lip, muffling a scream. The kitchen door was still open, and the neighbors were in their backyard.
But April didn’t care. “Oh Jack!” she gasped as his tongue swirled around the pulsing bud at her center. His lips closed over it, suckling her into white-hot oblivion.
Jack looked up and glanced at the clock. “My lunch hour is almost over, honey, and I have a meeting at one.”
“Then don’t waste any time.” She slid off the counter and pulled down her panties. Turning around, she bent over and wiggled her naked bottom against his rigid cock.
“Will you hold still?” he groaned, thrusting inside her. Satisfaction at last, he sighed. His wild little wife drove him crazy all morning, and now it was time to return the favor. Skin slapped against skin, and the friction between them sparked then flared to roaring life. Jack pushed his fingers between her legs and stroked her clit, smiling when she moaned.
April lay with her cheek pressed to the cool countertop, grinding back against him—harder, deeper—trying to reach that spot that would send her over the edge and back again. Harder, faster—oh right there—again! “Right there, right there—that’s it! That’s it!” April’s squeals turned into an all-out scream, turning the neighbors’ heads as Jack’s cries drowned out hers.
Beep…beep…beep…. April rolled over and slapped the snooze alarm again. Dammit! Always during the best part. She groaned and looked at the clock. She heard her husband snore and realized the alarm hadn’t fazed Jack at all. She smiled and got out of bed, slipping into her favorite silk nightie. “Sleep well, sweeth
eart. You have a lunch date.”
A Quickie:
Late for Work
I love my morning shower. I love it even more since I bought a handheld shower massage—ahhhh. I was testing it this morning, adjusting the spray, making sure it reached all the right spots, and I got a little carried away. The shower spray caressed me gently, but I wasn’t in the mood for gentle. So, I turned on the strongest massage setting. Yeah baby…much better. The pulsing spray pounded my slippery skin. I lifted one foot to the tub ledge and leaned back against the wall, letting the showerhead do all the work while my imagination filled in the details. When I closed my eyes, my favorite fantasy lover was on his knees in front of me, and a thousand tongues assaulted me. My hips danced in response to the relentless rhythm, thrusting, grinding, seeking…. And then, I was on my knees, dripping from head to toe—and every place in between. Shivering, shaking, and sweating, I fumbled for the faucet and turned off the water.
Dammit, I was going to be late for work. Not a good day because my boss would be in the office and I’m always in demand when he’s there.
My husband, Richard, was still sound asleep, even though I heard the alarm go off at least once. Throwing open our closet, I found my favorite dress and tossed it on the bed for later. The clock ticked away another minute while I put on my hot peach bra and matching g-string. I gave the puppy her favorite chew toy to get her away from my ankles then hurried into the bathroom.
I was bent over blow-drying my hair upside down when the door from the master bedroom opened and my naked husband walked in. He reached for my back, tracing my rose tattoo with his fingertips before sliding his hand over my bottom.
“Hi sweetie,” I shouted over the dryer noise. I flipped my hair over my shoulders and stood up. I could see Richard’s big eyes and even bigger erection in the mirror. I blew a kiss at his reflection.
