Say It with a Strap-On
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"I wasn't planning on it, but I will if it's that important to you. I really I don't see what purpose it would serve—unless, of course, we're going to run away together. Somehow, I just don't see that happening. Did you tell Stephen?"
"Not yet, but I'm going to. I...We...He..." Jenna's shook her head, unable to finish.
"Look," Carly said, "from my perspective this is just between the two of us. I know my husband. He would react as if his entire world was falling apart. I'd just as soon avoid that, if possible, for the kids' sake."
Jenna looked pensive as she weighed Carly's words. "I don't know how Stephen will react, but I know I have to tell him."
"Newton's third need not apply here, you know. Love, at least in my book, is not an action that must be balanced with an 'equal and opposite' reaction."
"I certainly hope he sees it that way, because I..." Jenna stopped mid sentence as the oven timer sounded. She smiled, as if given a reprieve. "Dinner's ready."
As Jenna served the lasagna, Carly tried to figure out what she'd been about to say. Jenna, on the other hand, seemed content to just let the subject drop. They shared another bottle of wine over an excellent dinner, and neither felt any pain as they cleaned up the dishes. The giggles swept over them, and they found something funny in every subject.
"Here," Jenna said as she tied up the garbage bag. "Run this out to the trash can while I start the coffee."
"Oh, so now you're bossing me around?" Carly teased as she picked up the bag.
Jenna laughed, but there was an edge to her voice when she replied. "Damn straight—and hurry back."
The cool night air cleared Carly's head a bit as she picked her way around the side of the garage. She couldn't decide how much of her buzz stemmed from the wine and how much came from the proximity to Jenna. The motion-sensing spotlight flickered on as she rounded the corner. Halfers, she decided, opening the trashcan and lifting the bag to drop it inside. The light shone directly into the can, which was empty but for a small box. The return address jumped out at her: M+C, Inc.
"Some-one's been shop-ping," Carly teased in a sing-song voice as she reentered the house, looking around for Jenna who was no longer in the kitchen. "What'd you get?"
Jenna called from down the hall. "You weren't snooping in my trash, were you?"
"Kinda hard to miss, given that I...um, patronize the same store. So, are you gonna tell me what you got?" she asked, kicking off her shoes.
Carly waited for a response—and waited. She opened her mouth to ask again when Jenna finally said, "No. I'm gonna show you. C'mon back—and grab that dessert on your way."
Damn! Don't have to tell me twice, she thought as she snatched the box of chocolates and the bottle of liqueur from the counter and practically ran down the hallway.
"In fact," Carly said as she rounded the corner, "if I didn't know better, I'd swear that box was left there on purpose." The room was lit by a single candle. Jenna sat with her back to the door on a low velvet-padded bench, pulled from its home at the foot of her bed into the center of the room. Her clothes were strewn across the floor and she wore a silky, lightweight bathrobe.
Carly hesitated only long enough for the scene to register, then crossed the room in two long strides. Placing the bottle and box on the nearby vanity, she lifted Jenna's hair and bent to kiss the back of her neck. "You smell good," she purred as she pushed the robe off one shoulder. "And you taste good, too."
Jenna tilted her head and sighed, surrendering to the sensations. "Damn you, Carly. What have you done to me?"
Reaching into the box on the vanity, Carly extracted one of the chocolate-covered cherries. She ran it lightly over Jenna's bare shoulder, softening the chocolate slightly before piercing the shell to allow the thick syrup to trickle slowly over Jenna's collarbone and down her chest. "I've done," she said as she followed the syrup with her tongue, "nothing to you—mmm—that you didn't want done."
Carly circled the bench, never losing contact, and pulled Jenna's robe off the other shoulder, exposing her breasts. She wiped her sticky fingers on Jenna's erect nipples and thoroughly laved each clean, teasing and sucking. Jenna watched with rapt attention, leaning back on her palms and expressing her pleasure with whispered exclamations punctuated by an occasional gasp when Carly gently bit.
At last Carly popped the remainder of the piece of candy into her mouth and offered her fingers to Jenna to be sucked of its traces. As Jenna's hot tongue swirled around her knuckles, Carly knelt between her knees and delivered more kisses to her neck and chest. She wanted to tear the bathrobe all the way open and ravish her, mercilessly, until Jenna twitched like a puppet on a string, but something held her back—a sense that Jenna needed something else this time.
So, as difficult as it was, Carly simply sat back on her heels at Jenna's feet and waited for her to shift gears. It didn't take long. Fingertips gently lifted her chin until she was looking up and into Jenna's piercing green eyes. They held a quiet determination that Carly found intensely erotic. Take me, Carly's mind screamed. Use me! With her other hand, Jenna tugged at the belt of her robe and let it fall all the way open. The scent of leather filled her nose, and she immediately knew what the box in the trash can had contained. Jenna nodded, giving her permission to look down.
"You have," Carly murmured as she lowered her mouth to the identical strap-on, "such damned good taste." Jenna scooted forward so that her ass was barely sitting on the edge of the bench. She propped herself with one hand and wove her other through Carly's hair, pushing the phallus deeply into Carly's mouth. Knowing precisely where the base of the vibrator rested, Carly slipped her index fingers beneath the harness and roughly parted Jenna's labia, eliciting a primal growl. She bit down on the shaft and pushed it hard into Jenna's clit, working it in small circles. The aroma of arousal battled, and then overcame, that of the leather as Jenna thrust her hips forward to increase the friction and prolong the contact.
Carly reached blindly over to the vanity and plucked another cherry from the box. She looked up, questioning, and received another nod. Momentarily breaking her rhythm, she shoved it into Jenna's cunt. The chocolate coating instantly cracked and syrup, mingled with natural nectar, oozed over Carly's fingers.
Sliding under the bench, legs first, Carly propped herself on one elbow and grabbed Jenna's cock with the sticky hand—grinding it into her clit. Her tongue swirled around the stem of the cherry, drinking the juices and sucking at the chocolate that was just beginning to melt. Jenna emitted a guttural groan as Carly's agile tongue slipped inside and thoroughly devoured the remaining chocolate, leaving only the cherry. Carly could feel the walls of Jenna's cunt begin to contract, and she drove both the cock and her tongue harder in response.
"No, not yet," Jenna gasped. "Stop, Carly!"
Grasping the stem between her teeth, Carly eased from beneath the bench and rose to her knees. She leaned forward to offer the cherry dangling from her lips to Jenna who accepted it and the accompanying kiss with fervor. Jenna's hands tugged at the waistband of Carly's jeans. "Undress," she ordered, standing so suddenly that she knocked over the bench.
Carly eagerly complied and soon stood naked before Jenna, awaiting further instruction. She ached to move, to take the lead, but resisted the powerful urge. Jenna clearly had other things in mind, and Carly was certain they'd be just as enjoyable. She instead cocked her head sideways in a rather insolent 'What next?' gesture which belied her level of excitement at Jenna's assertiveness.
"I should make you tell me what you want," Jenna said as she slowly circled Carly, dragging her fingernails over exposed skin and leaving faint red trails in their wake. Carly held her breath, every nerve ending alive with anticipation. She wouldn't speak unless directed to do so, but inside she begged to be touched—to be taken.
Jenna righted the bench and nudged one of Carly's feet up onto its seat. She pressed her body into Carly's back and grinned at the sharp intake of breath as her cock nestled against Carly's ass. "Put your hands on your head," she wh
ispered into Carly's ear, "and don't make a sound." Jenna turned on the vibrator and then reached around to cup both of Carly's breasts, pinching her nipples almost painfully.
Carly closed her eyes and ground her ass against Jenna, almost losing her balance. "Easy now," Jenna said tauntingly as one arm dropped to her waist to steady her then continued slowly down Carly's abdomen. Jenna's fingers hovered over her sex, close enough to feel the heat but not quite touching. Carly was torn between the desire to push back into the cock or forward into Jenna's hand. "I wonder which you want more," Jenna teased as she licked Carly's neck. "This?" she said, slipping a finger through Carly's wet folds. "Or this?" she continued with a sharp thrust of her hips, each accompanied by an extra twist to one of her throbbing nipples.
To keep from moaning, Carly bit her lip. "Or maybe," Jenna said devilishly, "you'd like both."
Fingers assaulted Carly's clit as the vibrating cock nestled further between the cheeks of her ass. She tossed her head from side to side, determined to remain silent. Jenna's torment continued, bringing Carly right to the brink of orgasm before backing off and then starting again. Each time, it became more difficult to stifle an involuntary gasp. Carly was dizzy from hyperventilation and her legs quivered from the exertion. The scent of Jenna still clung to her face, making her ache for more. She could feel only those parts of her body, which remained in contact with Jenna's skin. They tingled with a heat that eclipsed all else.
When Jenna's hands finally spun her around and planted a bruising kiss on her lips, Carly groaned in ecstasy. Jenna's eyes sparkled, "You're mine now." I've always been yours, Carly thought dreamily as Jenna positioned her against the wall. You're just now claiming me.
Facing the wall and braced by her palms, Carly again felt Jenna's cock from behind. This time, however, she bent forward from the waist so that it slid easily into her cunt. It filled her completely, and Jenna was far from gentle. The jack rabbit vibrated against her asshole while the beaded shaft rotated inside, driving all coherent thought from her mind. Fully in the moment, Carly surrendered. She could hear Jenna's voice, but the sounds were unintelligible—as were her own. She could feel Jenna's tight grasp on her hips, but the pain only registered as pleasure at her core.
The burning inside Carly grew stronger with every thrust, straining against the boundaries of her sex. She felt it draw energy from her arms and legs—pulling inward from the extremities, gathering strength. Her entire being centered there, dense and hungry. Jenna cried out and collapsed against her back, her body trembling as each pulse of her own orgasm swept through her. "You're mine now," Jenna repeated in a hoarse whisper as she reached around to stroke Carly's clit.
That touch pulled the pin on the grenade. Yes! Carly braced herself for the explosion of bliss, knowing it was going to knock her off her feet. Her vision went completely white and her legs buckled. As the first wave hit, she slumped to the floor, taking Jenna along with her.
They lay there together in silence, slowly recovering. When she could again breathe normally, Carly rolled onto her side and looked into Jenna's eyes. As one, they began to laugh, blowing away the hovering fog of awkwardness that threatened to again settle between them. "You have," Jenna giggled as she sat up and unbuckled the strap-on, "chocolate on your forehead."
Carly stood, somewhat unsteadily, and peeked into the vanity mirror, attempting to wipe the chocolate away with her fingertips. That was when she noticed Stephen leaning against the doorframe, his expression unreadable.
"Hello, Stephen," she said softly, convinced that he could hear the pounding of her heart. After what she and Jenna had just shared, she no longer felt any fear—but that didn't mean things couldn't get ugly elsewhere.
"Carly," he tipped his head. "It's good to...um, see you again. Is it safe to assume," he asked stoically, looking past Carly to a wide-eyed Jenna, "that this is what you've been trying to tell me all week?"
Holding his gaze, Jenna replied, "It is."
"What happens now? What do you want?" Stephen calmly asked, picking up Jenna's bathrobe and handing it to her.
Carly seized the opportunity to collect her clothes and slip into the bathroom, figuring they would be more comfortable discussing their future without her present. As she left the room, she heard Jenna respond, "I need Carly in my life. Can you live with that?" She closed the bathroom door and turned on the tap, washing the chocolate—and, unfortunately, traces of Jenna—from her face. Pulling on her panties, Carly noticed the fingerprint bruises already forming on her hips. Mementos, she grinned.
By the time she'd finished dressing, the low buzz of conversation had stopped. Carly slowly opened the door, not knowing exactly what to expect. Stephen waited for her and stood as she entered the room.
"You love her." It was a statement, not a question, so Carly just nodded. He smiled and said, "I can live with that."
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AUTHOR'S NOTE: The first edition of this story appeared on Literotica in 2004. Many edits later, it was included in my debut collection, fine flickering hungers. If you enjoyed it, please check out its prequel, "Boiling Point."
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