What Piper Needs

by Amanda Abbott

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  “Are you sure it will hold?” Michael asked as Brad stepped back from the newly mounted TV on the wall.

  Brad gave him a sideways grin. “Dude, it will hold. Your TV will not fall off the wall.”

  “That homemade mounting you put together looks stronger than the one I bought from the manufacturer,” Jace agreed from where he stood in the doorway drinking a beer. Neither he nor Michael had been needed once Brad arrived. “That thing is not coming down.”

  Michael had called Brad from the hardware store for some advice, remembering the guy was a craftsman at heart. Brad had told him what to buy and offered to come over and help him with the TV. Michael had tried to make excuses, not wanting to make the guy come over and work when he hadn’t seen him in so long, but Brad had insisted. So Michael gave in. And even though he felt foolish that the other man was good with tools and he was useless, he was grateful for the help.

  Introducing Jace and Brad had gone well. The two guys hit it off right away. It wasn’t a surprise, since they were both super easygoing. Brad was a strange mix of Hells Angels meets corporate. But the guy effortlessly pulled off both, which made him an enigma in Michael’s eyes. He was tall and built, had short blond hair and scruff on his face. He rode a Harley. But if he was wearing a suit, you’d never see that he was covered in tattoos. The guy was some kind of rocket engineer. Literally. He worked for a private company that sold stuff to NASA. They didn’t care how he looked, as long as he got the job done.

  Brad was one of the most dynamic guys Michael had ever met.

  “Where do you hang your swing?” Jace nodded up at the ceiling. “I don’t see any hooks.”

  “In the basement,” Michael answered. “We don’t use it much because Piper hates going down there. Our basement is finished, but not nicely. Maybe I should think about hanging it someplace in here. We’ve only used it a few times, but it was great.”

  “We love ours.” Jace grinned. “When that thing gets going, it’s like an amusement park ride. Ours is downstairs in the bedroom I put together, but when my mother-in-law stays, I need about seven locks on that door. In fact, I’m going to have to reinforce it for her next visit. Last time, she tried to get into that room no less than a dozen times. She was pissed about not being able to use the spa bathroom we have down there.”

  “We don’t have that problem,” Michael said. “My in-laws have retired to Arizona, and they refuse to visit. We have to make the trek to go see them.”

  Brad stood from where he’d been putting tools away. “Okay, I think we’re good. There’s a cable on the side to hook up to the Internet, but you can also go wireless.”

  Michael nodded. “Thanks, man. I really appreciate it.”

  “If you ask me,” Brad said, running a hand over the back of his neck, “swings are good, but you should get one of those sex chairs.”

  Michael raised an eyebrow. “What the hell is a sex chair?”

  “I don’t know if that’s the right name for it, but they have these stools you place over your cock”—he put his hands at his waist to indicate the positioning—“and your partner sits on it. There’s a hole to get to her, but you have no contact with her other than her pussy. It’s the craziest feeling, like you’re fucking a ghost. I highly recommend it.”

  “That sounds intriguing,” Michael commented. “I’ll have to look into it. First thing I plan to do is make some videos of us doing it so we can watch them in bed.” He gestured to the TV, then turned and grinned at Jace. “The video thing seemed to work well for you guys.”

  Jace nodded. “It sure did. We’ve worn that thing out. It might be time to make a new one.” He took a swig of his beer.

  “Your wife has agreed to that?” Michael asked.

  “Not exactly. But she’s definitely becoming more adventurous. Those Thursday-night meetings are totally working.”

  “What meetings?” Brad asked as grabbed his beer off the windowsill.

  “Piper and Caroline, Jace’s wife,” Michael answered, “get together and talk about sex every Thursday night. Kind of like a happy-hour support group. They’re thinking of asking Emma and Gillian.”

  Brad laughed. It was a deep baritone. “I’d love to see Gillian opt into a support group. Though she’d be a helluva counselor. My woman is fearless and has zero issues with the lifestyle. In fact, she’s starting to host some hard-core parties. But they’re a little more heavy duty than I think you guys like.” Brad inclined his head to Michael, then turned to Jace. “I have no idea what you guys like, but the invitation is open if you ever want to check it out. Gillian is into control and a lot of waiting—like, blue-balls waiting. You have to fuck around a long time before you get to have a release, but it’s worth it in the end. There’s nothing like the relief of coming hard, until you’re not allowed to come at all.”

  “Thanks for the offer. I’m not sure Caroline would ever be into that,” Jace said. “But I’ll run it by her. You never know.”

  “That’s always been our motto.” Michael chuckled. “Never say never.”

  12

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  The package arrived on Piper’s doorstep at three o’clock the next afternoon. She brought it inside. It was bigger than she’d anticipated. Thank goodness it didn’t have the company name—Your Every Fantasy—stamped all over the box. Instead, it was discreetly wrapped in brown paper, and the return address said: Everyday Gifts.

  Michael was at the gym, so she walked it into the kitchen. She set it on the counter and got out the scissors. She slit the tape off the top and opened it up. A bunch of packing peanuts were inside, but once she moved them out of the way, she saw the actual box. It was almost as big as the shipping box.

  She had to cover her mouth so she didn’t start howling.

  The front of the box showed a woman’s ass in the air, along with an upper body of a female behind her wearing the strap-on. Inset in the corner was a picture of a woman tilting her head back in ecstasy biting her finger.

  “Oh, my,” Piper giggled. “This is going to be good.”

  She set all the packaging on the floor. Then she undid the flap and slid the contraption out onto the counter. There were a bunch of straps going every which way. And the double dildo was huge! It was shaped like a purple penis in two directions and had a cord dangling from the center. This particular model came with a vibrate option.

  She started to laugh and couldn’t stop.

  She was both titillated and trepidatious, but in the best way possible. Michael was either going to love it or hate it, but either way, it was going to be an epic adventure.

  Piper hadn’t known whether it would arrive in time for their date night tonight, so she hadn’t made any concrete plans. But now that it was here, she had to get her act together. She grabbed her cell phone off the counter and tapped the Internet icon.

  Ever since she’d gone to HotelRED to see Caroline, its info had been saved in her files.

  She pressed “call directly” from the number on its Web site and waited for an answer. She hoped it wasn’t full. There was nothing major going on in the city this weekend, so there was a good chance rooms would be available.

  “Hello, this is HotelRED,” a clerk answered.

  Piper booked a suite for the night, no issues.

  She hung up and stuck the double strap-on back in the box. On her way out to the car she’d throw all the extra packaging away so Michael didn’t see it when he came home. She had some errands to run before she went to the hotel, so she jotted a quick note and left it on the counter for Michael:

  Meet me at HotelRed, room 527 at 6:30 pm.

  Come hungry in every sense.

  XOXO, Piper

  She ran upstairs to change her clothes and pack an overnight bag.

  Twenty minutes later, she was out the door.

  The drugstore was first on her list. She picked up some supplies, including some lube and candles. They’d never ne
eded extra help in the lubrication department, so this would be a first. On the way to her next stop, Piper grinned, imagining her husband’s response when he walked in and saw what she had planned for the night.

  Once she got to her destination, she pulled into the lot and parked by the door. She’d originally called this place to see if they had the strap-on she’d researched, but they hadn’t carried it.

  But the store did have a few other things she needed.

  The woman behind the counter gave her one small nod and then went back to business. Piper had been here only a few times over the years, and mostly to pick up porn before it became so widely available for free on the Internet. She made a beeline for the garments. She needed something with a hole in the crotch that was structured like a corset. Bingo. She picked a black and silver ensemble with scarlet pinstripes. It was just the look she was going for.

  She took it to the counter.

  The women gave her a polite smile and asked, “Is this it?”

  “Yes, thanks,” Piper said as she pulled out her credit card.

  The woman rang her up, folding her purchase and putting it in a generic black plastic bag. “You know,” the woman said, “the dressing-up part is always nice, but there are some great accessories that go with this, if you’re interested.”

  “You don’t say?” Piper said. “Which ones?” She made a point to glance around the store.

  “Well, this is a very sexy Dom kind of getup, so there are handcuffs, soft whips, but my favorite is the blindfold and the tickler together.” She gestured toward the back of the store.

  Piper needed about half a second to make up her mind. “No whips, but I’ll take the rest. Why not?”

  The lady nodded at her appreciatively. “Spoken like a true woman in charge.”

  Piper almost snorted as the clerk, who looked like a lunch lady in her late fifties, went to get her gear.

  Once she’d paid, she headed to the hotel.

  Piper needed time to set up and run a few errands. But she also wanted to do a little research on how to use the strap-on. Bending Michael over the bed doggie style wasn’t going to work. She wanted maximum pleasure out of this thing. She had some ideas, but watching a little porn would go a long way.

  After that, she needed to figure out dinner. She wasn’t going to do room service.

  She had something special in mind.

  * * *

  Michael was rock hard as he drove to the hotel. Getting the note from Piper was like a birthday gift. He had no idea what she was up to, but a sexy night in a hotel room sounded great to him.

  He parked in the lot and took an elevator up to the fifth floor.

  It was six twenty.

  He was early, but so be it. He had been going nuts waiting at home. He found room 527 and rapped his knuckles against the door, only to find it slightly ajar.

  He took that as an invitation and walked in.

  A short hallway led to the actual room. It was dark, the shades drawn, but he could see a flicker of candlelight. His cock jumped, rocking against his zipper. “Hello, sweetheart. I’m here,” he called.

  “Come on in, Mikey,” Piper purred. “I have some fun waiting for you.”

  Michael entered the living space of the suite, pulling his shirt from his pants as he walked. Piper had candles lit all over, and the flickering light made animated shadows on the walls.

  A magnum of champagne on ice and two glasses sat on a bar to his right.

  Piper stood in the middle of it all.

  Her hands were on her hips, almost daring him to not explode right there. She was dressed in the hottest outfit he’d ever seen on her.

  It was some kind of corset that hugged each and every curve, cinched so tight at the top her tits looked like they were going to spill over.

  “Holy shit,” he breathed, coming to a stop. “You look fucking hot.” He began to unbutton his shirt.

  “Hold it right there.” Piper held up her hand. “Don’t take one more step. You have to be completely naked before you can touch me.”

  “Is that an order?” He stopped, sliding his shirt off.

  “You betcha, big boy. This is my night. And after you’re naked, I want you on that”—she gestured toward the couch—“then I will feed you from this bowl”—she reached over and plucked a bowl off the counter—“and this glass.” She moved to the bucket and lifted the bottle out of the ice and poured some bubbly into a glass.

  He watched the champagne foam up as he unzipped his pants.

  “I’m in,” he told her. “But can I get a kiss first?”

  “Sure,” she said, moving toward him seductively, a glass in hand. “When you’re naked.” She didn’t take her eyes off him as he stripped.

  Once he was done, she walked over and pressed herself against him, angling her head up. As he leaned down, she brought the glass up in between them and took a long swallow, then licked her lips slowly.

  “Christ. Can you feel that?” he groaned, wrapping a hand around her waist and tugging her against his hardness.

  “Yes,” she whispered. “And it feels mighty nice.”

  He finally slanted his lips over hers, his tongue plunging quickly, tasting the champagne. He wanted to consume her right then and there.

  When they broke the kiss, they were both breathless. Piper handed him the glass of champagne. Then she turned and strode back to the bar to grab the bowl and pour another glass of bubbly.

  Her ass was fully exposed. It was off the charts.

  Straps of some kind went around her cheeks, making them sit plump and high. “Fucking A, Piper. Your ass in that thing is unreal.” He stroked his dick as he sat on the couch, but he had to be careful. A few pulls, and it would all be over.

  She sat next to him with her own glass, setting the bowl between them. “This couch is hard as a box of rocks,” she said, “but it’ll work for all my nefarious purposes.” She plucked a chocolate-covered strawberry out of the bowl and held it up.

  “I couldn’t give a shit how it feels. I’m much more interested in the view.” He opened his mouth and took a bite of the proffered fruit. It tasted like heaven. Piper knew they were one of his all-time favorites. These were gourmet, too. Big, covered in rich milk chocolate, drizzled with white chocolate. “That outfit is amazing,” he said after he swallowed. “It makes me want to lick every part of your body, starting with the creamy white part that’s spilling out right in front of me.”

  Piper bent over to oblige him, and he ran his tongue along the top of one breast. She pulled away much too quickly for his liking. “That’s all you’re going to get until we get in the bedroom.” She fed him the rest of the strawberry.

  When he was done, he took a sip of his champagne. “I’m totally ready to head into the bedroom now if you want.” He grinned as he continued to stroke his cock. He’d said it only half-jokingly, because it felt nice to be sitting here naked on the couch with his wife.

  “Oh, no. You’re not getting what you want that easily,” she answered with a sly grin. “I need you a little drunker for what’s about to go down in there, so go ahead and imbibe.” She nodded at his glass. “And you’re going to have to remember—this is my night, my fantasy. We agreed to try anything once.”

  “You don’t have to remind me,” Michael answered, taking a drink. “I’m up for anything and everything you can possibly dish out. Nothing scares me, least of all sex with you.” He let his eyes close for a moment as he remembered what Beth had said to him outside the library and wondered if Piper would ever be turned on by another woman. He opened his eyes as he took another drink of champagne. “Seriously, whatever you have up your nonexistent sleeve is fine by me.”

  Piper put her red lips around a strawberry and bit down. “I’ll remind you of that when we’re ass deep.” Before he could respond, she slid off the couch and went over to grab the champagne bottle, sauntering back to the couch.

  Damn, that outfit was off the CHARTS.

  She refilled his glas
s. “Drink up, big guy. I want you saucy and smooth.”

  He took a long swallow and laid his head back, still gripping his dick. No more stroking, or he’d come. The room was dark, warm, lit only by candles. “Did you say smooth? I haven’t shaved recently.” He was referring to the area around his cock. “I didn’t get the memo.”

  “That’s not what I meant.” Piper giggled. “I like you manly.” She took another strawberry off the plate. “I meant smooth in the bedroom.”

  “Are you insinuating that I’m not always smooth—”

  Piper dipped one side of her corset down and offered him a taste of a strawberry, and then her nipple.

  Michael groaned as he took a bite and then sucked, eliciting a moan from Piper.

  Her hand dove into his hair. He blindly set his drink down on the table next to him and grabbed on to her hips, lifting her into his lap while he was still latched on to her hard peak.

  She tasted so good, like honey and cream.

  He angled his head to get better access, not letting go for a second. He didn’t want her to tell him no as his hands snaked down to her ass. He grasped it firmly, kneading her into him and groaned again.

  She bent down and whispered into his ear, “My outfit is crotchless.” She edged herself back, staying on his lap, but breaking his contact with her nipple. Before he could complain, she tossed her hair over her shoulder and slowly peeled the material down to unveil the other breast.

  Michael’s erection throbbed under her thigh.

  It took everything he had to keep still.

  He knew she was planning something in the bedroom, and he wasn’t about to preempt it. The thing Brad had said about nothing being sweeter than waiting to come filled his brain, and he held on to that like a lifeline.

  It was going to be his new fucking motto.

  Piper began to grind against him as he took her other peak into his mouth. “I want you so bad,” he said, trying not to sound too needy. “You’re so sexy.”