Pumping him harder now, with both hands around his shaft.
“Sliding my tongue from dick to shaved smooth pussy... finding her clit and flicking at it until she pushes down, holding my head tight against her with her hands buried in my hair.”
That first tightening, a throbbing, and then hot juices squirt between her breasts, up her neck, across her chin and into her open mouth.
“So horny,” she says softly now, exhausted.
And then she slides up against her chained up lover, nestling, wrapping long limbs around his restrained body. “You like it when I’ve been bad?” she says. “I know you like it when I’ve been bad...”
All Tied Up
He lies, stretched out on the bed, bound at the wrists and ankles, secured to iron loops set into the heavy frame of the Elizabethan four-poster. A slim, forty-something man, his dark hair is silvering at the temples and even for a younger man this position must hurt, stretching joints until they must feel close to popping, putting unnatural strain on the muscles and spine.
The strain on his body is increased by the slim honey-blonde woman straddling him. Her weight is not great, but even so... She bears down, her knees drawn up to either side of him so that the wet softness of her sex presses against his limp penis. As she grinds down, she sees the muscles of his arms tightening in response.
She leans forward and kisses him chastely on the mouth, her hair tumbling forward to form a curtain around his head. “I’m hurting you,” she says softly. “I hope you don’t mind.”
And then she straightens so that her full weight bears down into his lap and his body is stretched even tighter.
He responds...
A filling out, a swelling of that limp dick, so that now it nuzzles into her wet folds.
“You like it when I hurt you?”
She gives a slight twist of the hips so that she can put even more weight on him. He’s stretched so tight! Surely something must break?
He gasps, tipping his head back but still keeping those sharp blue eyes locked on hers.
Another subtle shift, a rolling of the hips so that his semi-hard dick comes to press up against her wet opening, its base against her clit.
“That guy I was with,” she says. “Fraser.” That was the name he’d given, although Christina is sure it’s not his real name.
A raised eyebrow: Adam’s way of inviting her to go on.
“He hurt me, too.”
Another nudging, a hardening. She slides against him. So wet!
“Are you sure you want to hear? He hurt me and it turned me on...”
With that, she reaches forward and puts her hand on Adam’s chest. Then, fingers clawed so that her long red nails bite into his skin, she drags that hand down his chest, leaving angry red welts in her wake.
In immediate response, Adam’s whole body presses upwards. His dick, fully hard now, pushes against her, engages with her wet opening and as she presses down he slides into her in a single, long movement.
Now it’s Christina’s turn to arch her back, to cry out in response to being so full, and when she finally looks down at Adam, he says, “Tell me, darling. Tell me how he hurt you.” A twitch of his dick, then, deep within her. “Tell me everything.”
§
Adam really was such a very good husband, and Christina adored him. He would do anything for her, just to make her smile – just to make her face light up. He didn’t even mind that she felt the need to explore... She was twenty years his junior and he was comfortable with her desire to try new things, new experiences. New people. That he got a kick out of her exploits was a bonus.
Christina and Adam had no secrets.
“I don’t know,” she had said to him, about a week before. “I don’t really know what to try next.”
They were sharing breakfast of buttered croissants and a selection of cheeses and cured meats, sitting out in the orangery attached to the rear of their grand home.
“Blue Mountain?” He filled two fine china cups with coffee and handed one to Christina. “What would you like?” he asked. “What fantasies haven’t you explored?”
She sipped at the coffee and thought. “I like the club,” she said. The Swingers’ Club, run by her new friends Martin and Selena.
“You’re hesitating...”
“I like that I can just go there on a club night and do whatever I want. I can go straight to the blackout room for a completely anonymous fuck, where I don’t know who’s touching me, who’s inside me, anything...” She smiled at Adam, and he sat back in his chair, his black linen pants stretched tight by a growing erection. “If I don’t want to be so full on I can just chill in the bar and chat with whoever’s there. I can go to a side room with Selena or Martin, or some random pick-up. I can even just watch. There really is everything to see there, you know.”
She took a piece of croissant and slipped it into her mouth.
“But...?”
“But it kind of lacks story,” she explained. “Does that make sense? I can go there when I’m in the mood, just turn up and fuck.”
“You need to be seduced,” said Adam now. “You need someone to take the trouble to woo you.”
“Sometimes just getting fucked is enough,” she said. “But sometimes, well, a girl needs a little build up, a little foreplay.”
“So who’s going to seduce you? Where will you find this mysterious man? Or woman.” He knew all about her adventures with Selena, of course. She was always sure to tell him everything.
§
She’d never tried online dating before, but she had friends who had. Beth had actually met her husband Ian online, a friend of a friend on Facebook: all it had taken was Ian noticing a comment she made on their shared friend’s timeline, clicking ‘Like’, and one thing promptly led to another and they were engaged within three months. And then there was her friend Julie – a dark horse if ever there was one. It was Julie who had introduced Christina to the Swingers’ Club; Julie, the quietest member of Christina’s inner circle of friends, the divorced twenty-something who had publicly vowed never to marry again. And why would she, when it turned out that she was a regular at the club and sometimes even the club wasn’t enough to satisfy her needs?
“Really?” Christina asked her, as they sat in a city-center bar one lunchtime. “You hook up with guys online?”
That shy, awkward look from the diminutive redhead. “Kind of,” she said. “But I don’t limit myself to just guys, you know?”
There were sites that catered for pretty much any need or desire, from the kind of chaste dating sites that advertised on prime-time TV to those aimed at a particular fetish. And somewhere in between...
“Here, how about this one?” Julie flipped her iPad so that Christina could see. “I’ve used it a few times. It’s free to sign up, as long as you don’t mind being bombarded with email ads. Look: you can hook up with couples, guys, girls. You can specify age, size, just about anything. And you can go for anything from serious dating or friends with benefits, to one-off encounters with complete strangers. So what are you looking for?”
“I... Have you signed me up for it already?”
Julie winked, and gave that impish grin. “Check your inbox,” she said. “You need to verify your email before I can fill in your profile.”
§
That evening, she mentioned the dating site to Adam, and he encouraged her to explore. Given his enthusiasm, it would almost have been rude not to look further.
At that lunch with Julie, after Christina had clicked on a verification link in an email, her friend had set up a basic profile for her. No photo, nothing that might identify her, just a few ticked boxes and a simple description:
Mid-twenties. Married swinger, new to the scene but keen to explore.
Only a few hours later, as she sat with Adam that evening, she saw that she had six alerts when she signed in – ‘Flirts’ as they were called on the site. Five guys and a couple who wanted to know more. Julie had warned her abo
ut this: young women were always outnumbered on adult sites, so she should expect the queue to start forming. Christina had laughed at that, but sure enough...
“I appear to be in demand,” she told Adam, turning her laptop so he could lean over and see.
They were in the orangery again, relaxing amid the greenery as the early summer sun hung heavy over the distant horizon. A glass of wine, some music, a book or a magazine... quiet evenings like this were rare, but it was such a lovely thing to do when they got the chance.
As she showed him the site, another Flirt popped up. “That’s seven now,” she said. “Maybe I should hook up with them all at once?”
“You want to?”
She laughed. “No, not this time. But I’m not sure what to do next, how to choose.”
“Maybe you shouldn’t just wait to see what happens,” said Adam. “Maybe you should explore, find someone you like the look of.”
“But what am I looking for?”
“You said you wanted more than just anonymous sex.”
She leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. It still seemed strange to have conversations like this with the man she loved, and yet somehow it simultaneously felt incredibly normal. She wondered how many people in the world were actually in a relationship like this where there were no hang-ups, no barriers, just complete honesty. It was a rare thing, she felt sure.
“I do,” she said. “But I’m not looking for a relationship!”
“So you want to get to know someone at least a little. Maybe you should say that in your profile. And why not add a photo? Let them see what they’re getting.”
It was one of the strangest evenings of her life: sitting there with her husband, building up her profile and starting to explore an adult dating site. As she started to search, it struck her that this was the strangest online shopping expedition she’d ever made.
§
Dark now, they had moved inside. Adam sat in a deep armchair with a book and a large glass of single malt, while Christina sat nearby, her feet tucked up beneath her on a sofa, her laptop resting on her knees.
Glancing up, Adam said, “How’s it going? What are you doing now?”
“Oh, I think I’m getting the hang of it,” she said. “I’m just typing to a guy on the other side of the city.”
“Promising?”
“Well, he seems to think so. I sent him a couple of pictures and now he’s jerking off in a video window...”
Adam raised an eyebrow. He was so unflappable!
“You like?” he asked.
“Well, I’m certainly flattered.”
It turned out that jerk-off guy was happier playing solo. As soon as Christina suggested they meet, he reached out and closed the connection.
“I’m a lot less flattered now,” she told Adam. “Shame... He was quite cute. Just shy, I guess.”
“Sounds like it,” said Adam, and they laughed. “Do you think he’s still going?”
“I don’t know. He looked like he was close... shame to stop when he did. And he still has those photos I sent.”
“Which ones?”
He came to sit with her and she got the pics up on screen and arranged them side by side. Both were arty photos that Adam had taken, both anonymous. One was a black and white close-up of her breasts, cleavage off-center so that the focus was on her right breast, the curves almost like a landscape, the nipple just showing in the bottom corner.
The other was from the same session, when they’d been playing with a new camera. This one focused lower down: smooth skin, a hand pressing. Subtle shadows marked out the curve of a thigh, and on first viewing it would take a second or two to figure out that you were looking at a man’s hand placed over her pubic mound. Such an innocent shot at first, but so incredibly intimate.
“Do you think he’s come yet?” Christina asked, leaning in close to Adam’s ear, her breasts pressing against his arm.
“Show me the pictures again?”
As she moved to display the photos again, another Flirt popped up from the dating site.
The guy called himself TallSteve, and his profile picture showed a slim blond guy with an easy, disarming smile. She hesitated, then clicked ‘Flirt’ back at him.
“What do you think?” she asked Adam. “Could you see me with him?”
She clicked through to TallSteve’s profile. Single, likes travel and football; looking for fun, and maybe more.
“Doesn’t give much away,” said Adam.
A chat window popped up, blinking for attention, and she clicked ‘OK’.
§
It’s funny how often one thing can lead to another, and before you know it you’re in a swanky bar with your husband and a guy you’ve met online who wants nothing more than to take you to bed.
She’d told him up front, as soon as they’d opened up the video window late that night.
“I’m married,” she had said. “And I tell my husband everything.”
“And he’s okay with that?” asked the guy she now knew as Steve.
“He is. He likes it.”
In that little video window, Steve shrugged. “Then I guess that’s fine,” he said. His voice had a very mellow tone, like a singer’s voice, or an actor’s. The kind of voice you wanted to hear last thing at night and then first thing the next morning.
She glanced at Adam, just off camera. He nodded. He could tell when she’d decided something, and he knew her well enough to understand that it was often an accumulation of small things rather than a single big thing that guided her judgment. In Steve’s case it was the eyes, and something in his manner that was both cautious yet assertive, the easy way he accepted her ground rules, and a voice that could talk you wet if it was reading a shopping list.
“You want to meet, maybe?” she said to him.
He seemed surprised. “I... You don’t want to chat for a bit first?” he asked. “Spend a few minutes getting to know me, so you can convince yourself I’m not a serial killer? I’m not, by the way. Just so you know.”
“I know what I want.”
He laughed. “This is a joke, right? You’re drop-dead gorgeous, you’re not put off by my mentioning serial killers in a conversation where you really don’t want to be thinking about serial killers, and you want to cut the small talk and just meet?”
“That’s about it.”
He shrugged. “Sounds pretty damned perfect to me,” he said.
And so they had arranged a date for the next evening, with Adam as chaperone in case things fell flat and Christina wanted an out.
In person, Steve was far more imposing. His username – TallSteve – was apt. Christina was not short, but he was probably six foot five or six, she reckoned, comparing him with Adam as the two men shook hands. His eyes were gray, and flitted from Adam to Christina as they said their hellos.
As they sat, Steve shook his head, smiling. “This is weird,” he said.
“Are you okay with it?” asked Christina. “I just felt... more comfortable this way.”
Adam smiled, and added, “It’s okay. It really is. I just want Christina to be happy.”
“You’re sure?” Steve shook his head again. “This still feels like some kind of a weird joke, you know?”
“Drinks?” said Adam, catching the attention of a waitress. Then, to Steve, he added, “If you’d prefer, I’ll go to the bar and leave the two of you to get to know each other. Would that be easier?”
“I... Well, I guess,” said Steve. “I don’t know. Let’s just get drinks, shall we?”
He was a bourbon man, so Adam matched him while Christina ordered a gin and tonic.
“This all seems to have happened so quickly,” said Steve. Those eyes... they would fix on her for a moment, then flit to Adam. Back to meet her look, then a slight shift and they were exploring her face, drawn repeatedly to her mouth. She moistened her lips and he swallowed, looked away, looked back again. Down to her open blouse over a camisole top, her full breasts stretching the cotton t
ight.
She took a deep breath and held it briefly before letting it go, pushing her breasts out and enjoying his eyes on her. She imagined him naked, that tall figure, the broad shoulders giving him a long, drawn-out inverted triangle shape that led the eyes downwards. Was everything in proportion, she wondered?
She tore her gaze away, and saw that Adam was studying them both, a smile on his face.
“I think I will leave you two to it,” he said. “You’ll find me at the bar if you need me.” With that, he stood, leaned down and kissed Christina, his lips lingering against hers, his tongue teasing.
Then he straightened, turned, and walked away, and it was just Christina and Steve.
§
“Have you done this kind of thing before?” Steve asked.
She shook her head. “Never,” she said. “I’ve never used online dating sites before. I’ve never even had a blind date. Does this count as a blind date, after we chatted online?”
“But your husband encourages you to sleep with other men.”
“And women.”
He let his breath out between his teeth at that.
“You know what happened just before you hit that Flirt button?” she said.
“What?”
“Guy asked for a photo, so I sent him a couple. Next thing I knew he was jerking off in a video window. That’s my only previous experience with online dating.”
Steve snorted a laugh into his drink. “Really? They must have been good pictures.”
“Believe me, they were.”
He took another sip from his drink, eyeing her over the rim of his glass, then holding the bourbon in his mouth for a few seconds before swallowing.
“What are you thinking?” she asked him.
“You really want to know?”
“Yes. Especially if you really are a serial killer and that was all some kind of double bluff when you mentioned it before.”
He laughed at that, which she took as a good sign.
“I’m thinking that most men dream of meeting a woman like you. You’re beautiful and funny. You understand what you like and you’re prepared to pursue your desires. You cut straight to the chase. What heterosexual man wouldn’t want to be right where I am at the moment? I’m wondering what you were doing on a dating site when men – and women – must be queuing up at your door. And then immediately I’m answering that question: you like to explore and try things, so of course you’ll try a different way to hook up and pursue those desires.”
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