I felt like there was a magnet in me, tipping me off my heels into him. His fingers seared a hole in my back. I almost moaned. His lips brushed mine delicately, barely gripping my top lip before he released it. The fingers on my back pushed me forward to lead him out of the bedroom. My breath started to slow when I saw Luke pouring Missi a glass of wine.
I joined them at the table. Luke leaned over and kissed my cheek. I smiled, wondering what the rest of the night had in store for us.
“This beef is delicious,” said Luke.
“An old family recipe,” replied Kevin, pouring everyone more wine. We’d polished off the second bottle.
“Dinner is really scrumptious,” I said. “Thanks so much for having us over.”
Missi giggled and Luke blushed. I looked over at Luke puzzled, and he just rested his hand on my knee. I wondered what was going on between them, but at the same time I wasn’t sure I wanted to know. When Luke set his hand on my knee, I looked at Kevin who gently placed his foot on mine. My pussy moistened thinking about the possibilities.
I helped Missi clear the table after dinner while the guys sat in the living room and talked.
I felt my husband approach me. “Can I talk to you for a second?” He led me out of the kitchen into the hallway.
“Hey,” I whispered, slightly annoyed. “What’s wrong?”
“I have a weird question.”
I thought of Kevin asking me for the Kool-Aid and figured this was probably a little stranger.
“What?” I tried to keep it down so the other two wouldn’t hear.
“This may sound odd, but I was just talking to Kevin, and he mentioned something about me entertaining Missi for a little while,” he paused to gauge my reaction. “What do you think about that?”
Luke, my husband, whom I had been monogamous with for ten years, was asking me this. And the words tumbled out a lot easier than I thought they ever would. “Go for it. I’ll stay here. Just don’t use our bed.”
He looked stunned.
“Use a condom and don’t use the bed. Those are my rules. How about you? Are you ok with me staying here?”
He pushed me against the hallway wall and put his lips on my neck, kissing a path to my ear. “Think of me at least once when you’re fucking. I’ll see you in a bit.”
Breaking free from me, he went back into the living room to resume his conversation with Kevin. Stunned, I went into the bathroom for a breather and to piece it all together in my mind.
They were gone when I got out. Kevin was sitting alone at the dining room table, a piece of chocolate cake in front of him and at the seat across from him.
“Thought you might want dessert,” he said.
Although I was extremely found of chocolate and definitely had wanted to taste the cake, I confessed, “That’s not exactly what I had in mind.”
I approached him with more courage than I knew I had. “I liked your hand on my back earlier,” I said.
“Did you?” He asked, standing up to meet me eye to eye again.
“And I liked your lips on mine,” I stepped closer into him so that our lips were almost touching. He finished off the act, stepping toward me and putting his lips on mine. They felt almost electric. He was an expert kisser, his tongue weaving in and out of where it was supposed to, not too quickly and not too slowly. His hand went to the small of my back again and this time I moaned aloud.
Our kissing took a bit of a turn when he put his hand up my dress. I hadn’t felt a man’s hand other than my husband’s in that area for a very long time. Without thinking I spread my thighs and welcomed his hand.
“You feel warm.” His words were hot on my mouth. I opened my eyes and looked into his.
“I’m warm and cozy,” I replied, pushing my pelvis toward his hand and edging my cunt toward his fingers.
The fingers responded to my thrust by pushing my thong aside and rubbing my wet folds. I put my hands on his chest and then under his shirt, feeling his hot skin. Seconds later, I unbuttoned his pants and slid down his black silk boxers. I quickly took off his shirt and let him fuck me with his fingers. I slid my fingernails down his arms and to his back. I wanted his cock inside me. I had almost forgotten we were still in the dining area until he put his hands around my ass and propped me up on the table. He tugged my skirt up around my waist and tucked it into my waistband. My juices dripped onto the table. His cock was thick and straight. It stood hard, urging me to shove it inside me.
He slipped my shirt over my head. My breasts were heaving in the pushup bra I wore. When he ran his lips over them, I leaned back and put my hands flat on the table.
“Put on a condom and fuck me,” I moaned, as if I was in pain.
I closed my eyes and when I opened them, he already had one unwrapped and slid on.
“That was qui—”
His cock inside my pussy cut off the rest of my words. He fucked me hard and steady. My clit was already hard, my orgasm ready to burst after only a few seconds.
When I came, I thought not of Kevin standing right in front of me and inside me, but of Luke. I opened my mouth and closed my eyes, my cunt contracting around Kevin’s cock.
The next morning I woke up in my own bed. I stared at the ceiling until I felt Luke stir next to me. I almost felt guilty until I felt his arm around me while his lips enjoyed my neck.
“Good morning,” he said.
I felt his morning hardness through his pajama pants.
“Good morning,” I said, smiling.
I figured he was going to get up after that, but he crawled to the end of the bed, positioning his head between my thighs.
Luke licked my pussy better than anyone I’d ever met. He always took special care to make me cum before he slid his cock inside me.
My pajama bottoms came off neatly. Luke ate expertly then pushed his bare cock inside me, fucking me almost artfully. I couldn’t remember the last time we’d fucked. He seemed hungry. I grabbed his face with my hands as I came hard against him. He moaned when I did, blowing inside me.
We sat entwined and looking at each other.
“I’m going to start taking more study breaks,” he said.
I laughed, kissed him on the nose and hugged him.
Careful What You Wish For
By D. L. King
“I’ve been thinking about sharing you with another woman; does that idea make your cock stand up and take notice? Oh, I see that it has definite possibilities.”
Greg lay restrained by his wrists and ankles to the head and footboard. He was also blindfolded and gagged, but he could hear just fine. His wife’s words created a zing from his ears, straight to his balls, making his cock shudder. He’d found, aside from moans and groans when he was in this state, he could communicate his thoughts and emotions quite clearly through his cock, and Eagle-Eyed Audrey always caught them.
Greg had been telling Audrey for months how he’d love to submit to her while her girlfriends watched, or maybe even joined in. It seemed she’d finally taken the bait, and he was going to get his fantasy.
“I have a friend, Moira, who thinks you’re just adorable.”
Greg smiled around the gag and a little more drool ran down the side of his face.
Audrey slowly inserted a well-lubed, gloved finger into his ass to the accompaniment of his sigh and moan. “And her boy is really quite special. He’s about ten years younger than you and works as a personal trainer. I’ve been thinking that I wouldn’t mind a bit handing you over to her and swinging with Ian. That would be fun, wouldn’t it?”
Greg’s eyes flew open inside his blindfold. No, no, no, this was supposed to be about him and other women. Audrey wasn’t supposed to be with another guy. He made some appropriate noises and, even though the anal attention he was receiving was certainly arousing, he felt his cock start to wilt.
“Oh, what’s the matter, baby? Not what you had in mind?” She continued with her gentle massage until he was nice and hard again before applying a cock ring to k
eep him that way. “You know, my darling, Moira’s also ten years younger than me, and very attractive. You could do worse. They have an open relationship and go to various swinging functions and play parties. Anyway, I’ve invited Moira over to meet you and get to know you a little better before making up her mind. She should be here any minute.”
Audrey unbuckled Greg’s gag to a quiet whine. After he licked his lips and worked his mouth, the first words out of his mouth were, “Today? Right now? Both of them?”
“Yes—and no, just Moira. She wanted to get a sense of what you’re like to play with before committing. She saw you when you came to pick me up after the book club meeting last week and thought you were sexy, but she wanted to watch you in action, or at least, in flagrante, before making a decision.”
“But . . .”
“Oh, there’s the door. I’ll just go and get that, shall I?”
Audrey stood up at the sound of the doorbell, and as she started to leave the bedroom, Greg turned his head to the sound of her footsteps and again said, “But . . .”
He heard the door open and the sound of Audrey and another woman talking and laughing and couldn’t help but squirm in his restraints. He’d been fantasizing about submitting to another, severe woman, while Audrey stood by—or by submitting to Audrey while another dominant woman—or women—watched, but now it would be for real. He was getting more and more agitated and nervous. What if she didn’t like him? What if she was too extreme? What if she wasn’t extreme enough? What if she thought he wasn’t worth her time? What if he didn’t like her?
He heard footsteps coming towards the bedroom and decided fantasy and reality colliding, while he lay naked and bound, was a bit on the anxiety-producing side.
“Oh, this is very nice. I like what you’ve done with him. But that’s kind of a sad little cock, isn’t it?”
“No, actually, he has quite a nice cock. I think he’s just nervous.”
Audrey’s words washed over him like a calming balm, and he began to swell with pride.
“Ah, that’s better. Yes, I see what you mean.”
Greg felt a hand wrap around his growing member as his blindfold was removed. It took a minute for his eyes to adjust to the light, but as soon as he could see again, he saw her. She was pretty, but not beautiful—not the way Audrey was beautiful. She looked like an Irish stereotype: red hair, green eyes, white skin, freckles, but it was the black leather dress she was wearing that got his attention.
She stroked his erection and stared him in the eye. “You’re a pretty little boy, aren’t you?” she asked. She picked up a black leather bag from the floor and set it on the bed, between his spread legs. Opening the bag without breaking eye contact with him, she reached in and brought out a red riding crop. “Would you like to play with me, Greg?”
Audrey drifted to the head of the bed. She sat down next to him and began a light caress of his nipples. As they reacted to her touch, he turned his head to look at her and smile before feeling an intense stinging on the inside of his right thigh. His head immediately snapped back to watching Moira. Even though he was no longer gagged, he had grown used to not speaking unless required to do so.
“I asked you a question, boy.”
He sucked in air and gasped. “Yes, Ma’am.”
“Boys are so easily distracted, aren’t they?”
Audrey pinched one of his nipples hard, and he gasped, turning again to look at her before he felt the rhythmic stroke of Moira’s crop on the inside of his thighs. She alternated sides, and he was sure there wasn’t a square millimeter of flesh that wasn’t cherry red by the time she stopped. Audrey played sensuously with the top of his body, caressing his nipples, playing with his ears and kissing him, while his lower body was being punished. It was almost complete sensory overload.
As if with a silent agreement, they both stopped touching him at the same time. His cock bobbed and twitched as he panted and gasped.
“Oh yes, he’ll do. You’ve seen Ian. What do you think? Want to swing?”
“Totally,” Audrey replied. “How about Saturday night at Franco’s? About seven o’clock?”
“That place on Elm? Great. We’ll be there.” Moira made her way to the head of the bed and kissed Greg on the cheek. “I’m looking forward to it,” she said, winking at him then turned and, with a no-nonsense motion, sent the crop into the depths of her bag, snapped it shut and walked out the door, followed by Audrey. Greg couldn’t help wondering just what else she had hidden in there.
His wife came back, after showing Moira out, and set to unfastening him from his restraints. “Well, that’s enough excitement for you today! You should save some of that energy for Saturday. It’s only three days away, you know.”
“Are you sure this is right? You sure you really want to do this? I was only talking about a little scene with one of your girlfriends watching or something.”
“Yes, baby, I’m sure.”
“So, you’re talking about sex and everything?”
“Well, yes, of course. I mean, I guess we could just switch off and play, but I thought it would be fun to really swing. Why? You’re not attracted to Moira?”
Greg just stared at her for a moment, not sure of the proper response. How do you tell your wife you’re hot for someone else? It’s not like he wasn’t still hot for Audrey—he adored Audrey and was turned on by just thinking about her at least ten times a day. But Moira was exciting. And actually, the thought of Audrey playing with and fucking another man was also kind of exciting. Hoping he wasn’t digging his own grave, he said, “Well, yeah, I guess I am. Is that OK?”
“Of course it’s OK. That’s the whole point.”
“So you’re not mad or anything?”
“Don’t be silly. That’s why I arranged this.”
* * *
After three days of almost constant arousal, Greg found himself handing the car keys to the valet at Franco’s. Audrey had picked out his clothes—a royal blue silk shirt and black wool pleated trousers, a black sport jacket and no tie. The shirt contrasted beautifully with his dark hair and set off his blue eyes to their best advantage. Audrey looked amazing in a black raw silk pencil skirt and a white silk blouse with silver cuff links. The skirt fell just below her knees and the blouse fell open almost to the middle of her chest. Her honey-colored hair had been slicked back in a tight chignon at the nape of her neck. She was devastating.
She patted his ass and gave it a little squeeze when he met her at the front door to the restaurant. “Ready?”
Butterflies were swept into a hurricane in his stomach and bees buzzed in his balls as he nodded his head and opened the door for her. As they walked in, he glanced towards the bar but didn’t see Moira. The fluttering subsided a bit until Audrey gave their name to the maître d’, who nodded and said, “Yes, madame, your party is waiting for you at the table. This way please.”
Just as Greg recognized Moira, seated at a three-quarter banquette, her blond and suntanned companion stood for Audrey as they approached. Ian looked like a kid, but a pretty impressive kid. He had tousled hair that looked like he’d just gotten out of bed and a trimly muscled chest, tapering to a small waist, all shown off by the fitted green sweater he was wearing. Audrey’d said ten years younger, which put him at about twenty-nine. God, had he ever looked that good? His wife’s eyes were sparkling.
“Why don’t you sit here, by me,” Moira said, patting the booth next to her. Her hair fell in waves, past her shoulders. Greg couldn’t see past her waist, but she was wearing a softly gathered black halter-top, which appeared to be silk. As she turned to him and smiled, he caught a glimpse of her nipples poking against the fabric and his butterflies woke up again.
The two couples shared a light dinner, accompanied by a nice Champagne. Audrey ordered for them both, as did Moira for Ian. They ate lightly, so as not to be too full for the activities ahead, and Audrey plied Greg with enough wine to help loosen him up.
Throughout dinner, Moira touched or c
aressed Greg’s thigh for emphasis or attention and as the evening wore on, he began to feel more and more comfortable with the whole idea. The butterflies were still there, but they seemed more like excited butterflies, rather than nervous butterflies.
Greg wondered if Audrey was touching Ian in the same way. Ian didn’t seem the least bit nervous, but then he and Moira did this all the time. Well, maybe not all the time, but often enough. He wondered whose idea it had been. Had Ian said the same thing about wanting other women to watch Moira dominate him? But, evidently, it worked to both their satisfaction. He was beginning to feel more and more comfortable with the idea and more aroused at the prospect of not only playing with another woman, but having sex with her as well.
When the check came, he reached for it, but Moira placed her hand over his. “No, let’s let tonight be my treat.” As she placed her credit card on the tray, she leaned over to him and spoke directly into his ear. “I’ll exact payment from you later.” As they got up to leave, it was quite obvious that her words had produced the desired effect. Sheepishly glancing at Ian, Greg noticed that he was in the same state.
Realizing he was slightly light-headed, Greg asked Audrey to drive. Moira and Ian arrived shortly after they did. Moira brought the same black leather bag from three days ago in with her. Once inside the house, Audrey ordered Greg to strip. Moira followed suit telling Ian to take everything off and leave his clothes neatly folded by the couch.
Being naked in front of another woman gave Greg an immediate hard on. This was a completely new situation for him, and he looked over at Ian. The man was essentially hairless. Greg couldn’t tell whether his chest was naturally bare or had been waxed, but he knew Ian’s genitals had been shaved—or possibly waxed—as he was completely bare. He was so exposed that Greg felt embarrassed to look. He felt a hand on his chest and turned to see Moira studying him. She put her arm around his neck and licked, then kissed, one of his nipples. As it crinkled from the attention, she reached up and placed a gentle kiss on his mouth. He turned to see what Audrey was doing, but Moira brought his face back to her and kissed him much more deeply. The arm around his neck moved down to the middle of his back, and she lightly ran her free hand down his side, causing goosebumps to form and his nipples to stiffen even more.
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