Bluebeard’s Wife

by Selena Kitt

  “Is that what you’ve been thinking about doing with boys?” he asked, tilting my chin up with his hand. I nodded, my eyes wide.

  “Yes, Daddy.”

  “Come here,” he said, pulling me into his lap. He bent me over his knees and I squealed as he pulled up my skirt, tugging my panties down even further. “Naughty girls deserve spankings.”

  “Daddy!” I cried, feeling his hand come down hard against my ass. I flushed, feeling immediately young, ashamed. “Oh, Daddy! Please!”

  “Are you going to be a good girl?” he asked, smacking me again. I whimpered.

  “Yes, Daddy!” I cried, feeling his hand coming down again and again. “Oh yes, I promise!”

  “Are you going to do what Daddy tells you?”

  My bottom stung, and I winced. “Yes, yes, Daddy!” I panted. “Please, anything!”

  His hand moved over my behind, caressing my ass, cool and soothing against the heat of my skin. “You have a pretty little pussy, Tara.” His voice was low and full of lust.

  “You’ve never had a boy put his cock in you?” he asked, and I could feel his fingers probing my lips. I flushed, still panting from my spanking.

  “No, Daddy,” I whispered, truly enjoying this fantasy now.

  “Don’t lie to me,” he said, sliding a finger in and making me moan. “I can tell.”

  “I swear,” I said, arching my back, feeling him slip another finger into my wetness.

  “Let me see,” he said, pushing me off his lap. I fell to the floor with a startled gasp, looking up at him with wide eyes. He was smiling a small, grim smile, and I could tell he was lost in the fantasy, too. “Stand up.”

  I stood before him, and I could feel my body trembling in response, just as if I were some teenager in trouble, standing before her father. Except for the dull ache between my thighs, the sensation was almost exactly the same.

  “Turn around,” he insisted, and I did, holding my breath, waiting for his next instruction. “Bend over.”

  Moaning, in both the humiliation and excitement of it, I bent forward, and I felt him lifting my skirt, pulling my panties down to my ankles. His fingers were probing between my lips, spreading me open. He used his other hand and grabbed my hip, pulling me roughly closer to him.

  “You’re lying,” he said flatly, pressing his fingers into me, making me squirm.

  “Oh, Daddy,” I moaned as he slid two, three fingers into me, moving them in and out.

  “You’re not a virgin,” he said, and his other hand came down hard on my bottom, making me jump and squeal. “Did you have a boy’s cock in here, Tara?”

  “Oh, Daddy,” I moaned again, shaking my head. “No, no...”

  His hand, slapping my ass again. “Don’t lie to me!”

  “Yes, Daddy!” I panted. “Yes, yes!”

  “Did you like it?” he asked, fingering me harder, faster, the slippery wet noise of my cunt being fucked filling the room. “Tell me, you naughty little slut. Did you like it?”

  “Y-yes!” I cried, arching my back, fucking his fingers. My pussy was on fire.

  “Tell me,” he said, and I could hear his breath coming as fast as mine. “Tell me what a naughty slut you are.”

  “Oooohhh, Daddy!” I moaned, feeling his thumb rubbing my clit. “Oh God, yes, yes, I’m such a naughty little slut—I’m Daddy’s dirty little girl!”

  He groaned, slapping my ass hard and standing up behind me. I could feel his cock against my thigh.

  “You liked that boy’s cock in you, didn’t you?” he asked, grabbing me by the hair and pulling me back against him. I gasped, my breath caught in my throat. “You’re such a naughty girl, thinking about boys and their cocks and everything they want to do to you.”

  I whimpered and didn’t respond, but I couldn’t help wiggling against him, rubbing his cock against my thigh and my ass. I’d never wanted anything so much.

  “A boy’s cock isn’t the same as a man’s cock, Tara,” he said, slapping my ass with his erection. I shivered, closing my eyes.

  “Yes, Daddy,” I whispered.

  “Do you want to feel a man’s cock?” he asked, and I could feel him rubbing the head up and down my slit. I spread my legs a little wider, balancing myself with a hand on the end table next to me.

  “Yes, Daddy!”

  He was right there—I could feel his cock throbbing right against my hole. I wanted to slide back onto him, feel him fill me.

  “Do you want to feel Daddy’s cock inside of you, baby girl?” His hands were caressing my ass.

  “Ohhhhh yes, Daddy!” I pleaded, looking over my shoulder at him. His eyes were looking between my legs, the lust in them unmistakable. “Please, please, put your big cock in me!”

  He groaned, grabbing my hips and thrusting forward. I was nearly thrown off balance as he began to slide in and out of me, working his cock in my pussy, moving his hips in small circles. He held me tight, bending his knees a little so he was thrusting upward into me.

  “Oh God,” I gasped when he reached around and found my clit, squeezing the little bud between his thumb and forefinger. “Oh, Daddy! Oh, that feels so good!”

  “You like that, baby girl?” he asked, starting to circle my clit with his finger.

  “Yes, yes, yes!” I cried, meeting his thrusts, trying to take him deeper into me. He was driving into me so hard now it was difficult to stay standing. He propelled me around, pressing me onto my knees on the couch. His cock slipped out of me and I groaned, reaching for it.

  “You are a hungry little slut,” he said, slapping my hand away and teasing my slit with his cock. “You want to be fucked, don’t you?”

  “Oh yes, Daddy,” I moaned, wiggling and arching my back. Hearing him say that sent a thrill through me. “I want you to fuck me, Daddy!”

  He slid his cock back into me, in one fluid motion, driving me forward onto the sofa. He was like an animal, his fingers digging into my flesh, his pelvis slamming into me again and again. I reached between my legs, rubbing my clit hard and fast, feeling his balls slapping against my hand as I did with every thrust.

  “Oh Daddy,” I moaned. “You fuck me so good. Do you fuck Mommy like this?”

  I heard him groan, and his hands tightened on my hips and ass. “You naughty girl,” he panted.

  “I love watching you fuck Mommy,” I said, looking back at him, seeing the light in his eyes. He was loving this, and so was I. I didn’t know if it was the alcohol or the Ecstasy that Kali had given me, or just the excitement of playing out this fantasy with him—I’d never been this aroused before. I felt like I was going to burst inside.

  “You better not tell her,” he said, his voice low.

  “I won’t tell, Daddy,” I promised, grinding back against him, squeezing my dripping pussy around his shaft. I could feel how hard he was, throbbing up inside me. “But you better hurry, before Mommy comes home and catches us.”

  I heard his sharp intake of breath, and I didn’t think he could fuck me harder, but I was wrong. He pressed his hand to my lower back, shoving me down on my belly on the couch and laid his full weight into me. I was practically screaming into the cushion of the couch, bucking and writhing under him as he slammed into me, again and again.

  “That’s it, Daddy,” I panted. “Fuck your baby girl. Make me come all over your cock!”

  I was seconds away, and I could feel it beginning, like a surge of heat between my legs, rushing upward, in pulsing waves. I moaned, my pussy contracting again and again around the length of him, but he didn’t stop fucking me.

  “Does Daddy’s girl like that?” he asked over the sound of our wet flesh grinding together.

  “Yes, Daddy,” I moaned, still shivering.

  “Are you ready for Daddy’s cum?”

  “Yes!” I whispered, turning to look at him. His face was drawn, and I could feel the tightness in his thighs, the way the muscles in his arms turned into ropey sinews as he worked his cock into me.

  “Yes, yes, come in me!” I be
gged. “Fill your baby girl’s pussy with your hot cum, Daddy!”

  I think that’s what did it. He cried out, giving one last final thrust as he strained against me, his whole body rocking mine in shuddering waves. I whimpered under him, taking his cum, feeling him fill me with a bursting white heat. He collapsed onto me, kissing my shoulder, my neck, my hair, his breath coming fast and hard still.

  “Oh my God,” he whispered, slipping off me to the side. I turned to face him, so we were lying on the sofa belly to belly. His eyes slipped down me again, and I realized that he’d never even taken off my outfit. “What was that?”

  “I take it you like my Daddy’s Little Schoolgirl costume, then?” I asked, smiling.

  “We need to get you more,” he said with a groan, leaning in to kiss me.

  “More school girl costumes?”

  “No.” He shook his head, grinning. “Different ones.”

  “Mmmm,” I smiled. “You’ll tell me which?”

  “Get me a catalog,” he replied, and I laughed, delighted, as he leaned in to kiss me again.

  John dressing me up in his fantasy outfits? Oh yes. It was definitely a move in the right direction!

  Chapter Seven

  “I shaved it as smooth as a baby,” Maria purred into the receiver. “Just for you.”

  John groaned. “Oh God... really?”

  “Yes,” she murmured. “It’s so soft... and my lips get wet and slick...”

  “Do you have your dildo?” he asked.

  “Yes,” she answered. “Right here. Although I wish it was your cock.”

  He groaned again. “So do I, baby. I want you to fuck that sweet bald little pussy like I would if I were there...”

  “I’m so wet... it slides in so easy,” she said. “Want to hear it?”

  John’s breathing was coming faster. “Oh, fuck, yes!”

  I could hear a wet, squelching sound as I listened on the other line, biting my lip to keep from moaning, even though the phone was on mute.

  “Do you want me to make myself come for you?” Maria asked.

  “Yes,” John growled. “Fuck yourself, make yourself come.”

  “Ohhhh that’s so good,” she whispered. “That hard cock in my wet pussy... faster... faster...”

  “That’s it,” John encouraged, his breath short.

  “Ohhhhh yeahhhhh all the way in my cunt now,” she moaned. “Fucking myself for you, baby. I want your big cock filling me.”

  “I know,” he groaned. “God I want to fuck that tight, shaved little cunt.”

  “You are,” she moaned. “Oh I love your cock... fuck me... harder! Yeah, that’s it baby! I’m gonna come... oh God you’re going to make me come!”

  John was panting, and I knew he was stroking himself. My own belly was tight, listening to the sounds of their pleasure. And then Maria was coming, moaning and whispering things I could barely understand, and I could hear the wet sounds of her fucking herself with the dildo in the background.

  “Oh baby, I’m coming,” John groaned, and I heard the growl and grunt I knew meant he was shooting his cum all over his belly.

  I hung up as quietly as I could, my fingers sticky wet with my own juices, petting the soft, dark hair there, thinking. It was a while before he came back to bed, but I didn’t pick the phone back up. Finally, I made up my mind, deciding to call Kelly in the morning.

  —

  Kelly showed up grinning on my doorstep with a can of shaving cream and a brand new bag of disposable razors. It was Friday night, just after John had left for Boston on a business trip, and Kelly and I had been planning this all week. I couldn’t believe how nervous I was, although maybe it was really excitement.

  “You ready?” Kelly asked, waving her equipment.

  “As I’ll ever be,” I said, shutting the door behind her. “Do you want a wine cooler?”

  I’d been drinking them for an hour and had already worked my way through a 4-pack.

  “Sure.”

  She tossed her stuff onto the kitchen table as she followed me towards the fridge and I handed her a wine cooler—peach.

  “So when does John come home?” Kelly asked.

  “Sunday,” I replied, getting myself another wine cooler. “He’ll call, though.”

  “I’m sure you’re not the only one he’ll call,” Kelly remarked, taking a long swig of her wine cooler. “God these things are sweet—do you have beer?”

  “John’s,” I said, opening the fridge and looking for the 6-pack at the back. “What do you mean I’m not the only one he’ll call?”

  “Have you seen the phone bill lately?” Kelly asked, finishing off her wine cooler and taking the green bottle of Heineken from me.

  I shrugged. “No... but I know he’s still calling...”

  “I think I’ve figured it out,” she said, opening her beer. “He’s got some sort of Madonna/whore complex going on.”

  I stared at her for a moment and then laughed. “Ok, Dr. Kelly... one Psych 101 class doesn’t make you an expert.”

  “I’m serious, Tara,” she said, sitting on one of the kitchen chairs. “You know how he claims he doesn’t like slutty women, right?”

  I shrugged. “He’s... conservative...”

  Kelly snorted. “That’s an understatement... but look at what he’s doing with this Maria chick on the phone, and all the fantasies he’s playing out with her. He wants his wife to be an angel, but he’s got a secret desire for a real slut.”

  She had a point.

  “Maybe,” I said, reaching around her for the shaving cream and razors. “Come on, let’s get this show on the road.”

  Kelly followed me into the bathroom and sat on the edge of the big corner tub while I ran the water. She claimed that my soaking in the warm water for ten minutes would soften up the skin and make the hair easier to remove.

  “God, I wish I had Jacuzzi jets like these,” she said with an envious sigh. “This tub is enormous! You could fit four of us in here.”

  “Probably,” I agreed. Little perks like a nice house with big bathtubs was one advantage of John being such a workaholic. “Wanna come in with me?”

  I pulled my t-shirt off and unsnapped my jeans, glancing back over my shoulder at her as I wiggled out of them and stepped into the tub.

  “Hell, yeah,” she agreed, starting to unbutton her blouse. “You don’t have to ask me twice.”

  I turned the jets on full blast as I watched her get undressed. I was always so envious of her full breasts and hips, the way her body’s curves were so pronounced. She grabbed a ponytail holder off the counter and pulled her long red hair back before she slid into the water.

  “Too hot?” I asked. I loved hot baths.

  “Mmmmm no,” she murmured, rolling her neck and sinking down into the rushing water. “Oh my God, this is sooo gooood.”

  “So tell me more about this Madonna/whore thing,” I said, sliding down into the water, my legs brushing hers as I leaned my head back.

  Kelly shrugged. “Well... the way it works is that he sees you as the angel, you know, the pure, sweet, kind of... virginal one.”

  Frowning, I said, “But I’m not.”

  “Well...” She smiled and winked at me. “Before you found the phone bills... you weren’t exactly Miss Adventurous...”

  “Hey,” I protested, nudging her thigh with my foot. “That’s not true. I tried to get him to open up, to talk to me, to tell me his fantasies...”

  Kelly nodded, looking smug. “I know. That just proves it to me even more. He doesn’t want you to know his fantasies, because if you fulfill them, then you’re not his sweet, innocent little wifey anymore...”

  I shook my head. “That’s crazy.”

  “That’s why they call it a complex,” she laughed.

  Watching the water foam and bubble around us, I remembered how much he had resisted telling me his fantasies. In fact, he hadn’t really shared them—I’d just discovered them by listening to his phone conversations and had started pus
hing my way into that part of his world. The thought that he really might not want me to made me cold.

  “What do I do?” I asked, meeting Kelly’s eyes.

  “Well... I actually have an idea,” she said, and I saw a smile playing on her lips.

  “Go on,” I urged her.

  She reached around me for the shaving cream. “Hey, I think we’ve probably soaked long enough for me to start... you ready?”

  I turned off the jets. “You’re changing the subject.”

  “So?” she grinned. “Slide up on the edge. Did you trim?”

  I nodded, slipping up out of the water and balancing my bottom on the edge. I looked down between my legs, touching the bristly hair that I’d taken John’s electric clippers to earlier today.

  “I did the best I could,” I said, parting my thighs to show her. “It’s hard to do by yourself.”

  “I know,” she agreed, peering between my legs. “That’s why I’m here, remember?”

  It didn’t feel awkward. Kelly and I had been friends for years—we changed in front of each other at the gym and she had pretty much seen everything I had—plus she was very business-like about it, foaming the shaving gel in her hands and spreading it over my mound, her tongue touching the corner of her mouth in concentration as she started at the top with the razor and worked her way down.

  “It’s really not too thick,” she murmured, rinsing the razor in the tub and making another pass down my lips.

  “Feels strange,” I said as she put her hand flat over my pubic bone, holding the skin taut as she started moving the razor upward from bottom to top. I leaned back and lifted my legs to give her a little more room.

  “Hold still,” she said and I gasped when I felt her fingers opening my ass cheeks.

  “Kelly!” I held my breath as the razor moved around the sensitive, puckered hole of my ass.

  “Just a few stray hairs,” she explained, smiling up at me. “If you’re gonna go bare, it might as well be the Full Monty, right?”

  She rinsed my mound, using her hands to cup warm water again and again, letting it wash away the white foam. Her fingers moved lightly over my skin, brushing away shaving cream and water, looking closely between my legs.