Now and Forever--Let's Make Love

by Joan Elizabeth Lloyd

  “God,” Joe said, “as I remember it, we were both so hot that you actually came with everyone looking.” He looked at Brad and Patti. “Then I pulled her into the bathroom, locked the door, and fucked her brains out.”

  “Holy cow,” Patti said. “That’s amazing. I would never have guessed. You don’t strike me as the type.”

  “Actually, it was those handcuffs,” Joe said. “Nancy sprung them on me as we walked out of our apartment. She just snapped them on my wrist. Made me so hot … ”

  “Me, too.” Nancy blushed again.

  “Honey,” Brad said suddenly. “If you don’t mind, it’s really late. Let’s call it a night.”

  “Are you okay?” Patti asked.

  “Actually, I’ve got a bit of a headache.”

  Oh damn, Patti thought, there goes any fun in bed later. Not tonight—he has a headache. They stood up and the two couples separated and retired to their individual cabins.

  When Patti and Brad had closed the door behind them, Brad stretched out on the bed, looking decidedly uncomfortable. “What’s the matter, darling?” Patti said. “Something you ate maybe?”

  “Yeah, that must be it.”

  “Or maybe you’re tense. While Nancy and Joe were telling that story, I thought you were going to break my knuckles. Did you find the story that shocking?”

  “No. It’s nothing.”

  Patti looked at her husband of sixteen years. A second marriage for each of them, with five children between them, it was particularly delightful that they had gotten to spend this weekend away with Nancy and Joe. Patti sat on the edge of the bed and touched Joe’s forehead. “You don’t feel warm. But I know you very well, and something’s wrong.”

  When Brad remained silent, Patti wheedled, “Baby, tell me. It isn’t a headache, is it? It’s that conversation. Was it that story they told?” His pointed silence made her continue. “The fact that they made it in public? Does that make you think less of them?”

  “Don’t be silly. Of course not.”

  “Then what?”

  Brad appeared to be struggling, searching for the right words. “It was … well … the idea of her having him in handcuffs that bothered me.”

  “It shouldn’t upset you. Some people enjoy that power stuff.” She thought about her first husband. “Actually, Nick and I used to play that way occasionally.”

  Brad was astonished. “You did?”

  “Just a few times. He tied me up once, but I didn’t like not being in control. I enjoyed the few evenings when I tied him up.” When she saw the amazed expression on Brad’s face, she quickly added, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to bring up old lovers.”

  “That’s okay,” Brad said. “I just never suspected that you could be into that.”

  “Are you?”

  “Never. At least not in real life. It’s too kinky.”

  “I don’t think it’s kinky at all. I tried it and it was fun. Anyway, who’s to decide what’s kinky and what’s just kicky?” When Brad said nothing, Patti continued. “I enjoyed being in control and having Nick at my mercy.”

  Brad shuddered, then said in almost a whisper, “I used to have fantasies in which I was tied up and teased.”

  “Oh,” Patti whispered.

  “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean anything. Fantasies are just fantasies, and you don’t—”

  Patti interrupted. “You said ‘used to.’ Do you still fantasize about being tied up?”

  “It’s just a fantasy. Not anything I’d really like to do.”

  “No?” Patti quickly pulled Brad’s arms down to his sides and straddled his hips, trapping his forearms against his hips with her knees. “Not even a little bit?” Brad’s gaze was locked on Patti’s eyes, but he remained silent. “I asked you a question,” Patti said, her voice louder and stronger. “Would you like to be tied up?”

  “Yes.” His voice was almost inaudible.

  “Then what?” Patti watched the battle behind Brad’s eyes; then she felt his body relax.

  “I’d like you to tie me up, if you think it would give you pleasure.”

  A grin slowly spread across Patti’s face. “It would give me great pleasure.” Without hesitation, Patti stretched out on top of Brad’s body, and, pulling his arms straight out from his sides, pressed his wrists into the bed. She touched his mouth with hers and felt an unusual amount of excitement and passion in Brad’s kiss. The full weight of her body on Brad’s, she deepened the kiss until her tongue was dueling with his. She moved, arranging and rearranging her mouth on his while he remained still, returning the kiss but not initiating any movement.

  She raised her head and looked into Brad’s eyes. “You’re mine, for tonight,” she said. “Say it.”

  “I’m yours for tonight.”

  “And I can do anything.”

  “Anything,” Brad whispered.

  “And you won’t come unless I allow it.”

  A tremor ran through Brad’s body. “I won’t come unless you allow it.”

  Patti ground her hips into Brad’s tremendous hard-on, feeling his pelvis move beneath her. He hadn’t been so hungry so fast in years. “Don’t move,” she ordered.

  Patti got up, rummaged through her suitcase, and pulled out a silk scarf she had thought of wearing to dinner one evening. Using a pair of small scissors from her sewing kit, she soon had four long strips of material. Then she looked at Brad, who still had his arms extended from the shoulder. “There are rules,” she said, then explained about safe words. When they had agreed on the words holler uncle, Patti tied one strip around his right wrist, then tied it to the bed frame. Quickly, she tied the other wrist.

  “Now, let’s see,” she said, gazing at Brad’s immobilized arms. “We have to remove your sweatshirt.” She took the small scissors and cut up the center. “Lucky we packed a few more of these.” When she had cut to the neck, she separated the sides and exposed Brad’s hairy chest. “I’ve always wondered about men’s nipples,” she said. “In the books, it says that they can be as sensitive as a woman’s. I’ve never found it to be so before, but …”

  She perched on the edge of the bed and leaned over Brad’s body. With the flat of her tongue, she stroked Brad’s right nipple. “You know, you taste very good.”

  Brad was writhing, pulling against the silk strips that held him.

  “Is what I’m doing exciting you,” Patti asked, “or is it just your predicament?”

  “It’s being tied like this. It’s making me crazy.”

  “Wonderful.” She licked Brad’s other nipple, then reached down and stroked his jeans-covered cock. “So hard, baby. What would you like now? To fuck me?”

  “Oh yes,” Brad said.

  “Too bad. I’m not nearly ready yet.” Patti removed Brad’s shoes and socks, then, not wanting to destroy Brad’s jeans, she maneuvered them off. She dangled the two remaining silk strips over Brad’s erect cock, occasionally brushing the ends over his hot skin. Each time she did, she watched his member twitch. “Remember these,” she said, watching his eyes as they stared at the pieces of material.

  “Yes,” he whispered.

  “They are for your ankles. Spread them wide.” When he didn’t immediately do as she had asked, she barked, “Now!”

  Brad spread his legs.

  “You like the feeling of being helpless,” Patti said, tying one ankle to the bedpost at the foot of the bed.

  “Yes,” he whispered again.

  “That’s so good, baby,” she purred as she moved around and tied Brad’s other ankle. When she was done, she stood up and let her eyes roam over Brad’s powerless body. “I want to see you struggle. I want you to know you can’t get away.”

  Brad wiggled and pulled, unable to move more than a few inches. When his body stilled, she said, “I’m very hot, but not nearly ready for your cock yet. As a matter of fact, I may not let you fuck me at all.” She slipped her hands inside her jeans and found her wet clit. “Maybe I’ll just please myself and leave you until
morning.”

  “No, baby, please,” Brad said.

  “I love to hear you beg, you know,” Patti said, removing her clothes. She took a deep, shuddering breath. She was hotter than she had admitted to Brad, but his reaction was exactly what she had wanted. “Let’s see. Maybe you can get me ready.” She climbed onto the bed beside Brad’s head and crouched so one breast dangled over his mouth. “Suck.”

  He raised his head and reached for her nipple. When he could reach it, he sucked it into his hot mouth. As he sucked, Patti stroked his cheeks, feeling the muscles as they sparked electricity from her breast to her hungry pussy. “Not so hard,” she snapped when he sucked too excitedly. She shifted so her other nipple hung over his mouth. “Say please.”

  “Please. Let me suck your gorgeous tits.”

  She let him.

  When she was too hot to take much more, she climbed over his body until her slippery pussy rested on the shaft of his cock. “Umm, feels good,” she said, rubbing almost catlike against the entire length of his cock. She moved so she could massage her clit with his erection.

  When he bucked his hips, trying to get the tip of his cock to penetrate, she let her entire weight rest on his body. “You need to hold still.”

  “I can’t. I’m too hungry.”

  “Too bad. If you don’t hold still, you won’t get to fuck me at all. On the other hand, if you’re a good boy, I might let you enter.”

  Patti watched the strain build on Brad’s face. She could well imagine how difficult it was to hold still, but somehow, he managed. Sinuously, she rubbed her clit over his cock, finding all the places that felt especially good. She reached between her legs, cradled the end of his cock in her palm, and pressed it harder against herself.

  “Baby,” Brad moaned.

  “Don’t come. Don’t you dare.”

  “Almost impossible,” Brad said through gritted teeth. “Please.”

  Patti rubbed until she was as close to climax as she could get, then pushed his cock into her slick passage. Brad arched his back and tried to dictate the rhythm of the fucking, but Patti wouldn’t let him. “Mine,” she growled, moving at her own pace. “Mine.”

  It took almost no time for both Patti and Brad to reach the point of no return. “Yes,” Patti yelled. “Now. Come for me when I come. Right now!”

  Patti and Brad climaxed almost simultaneously, their spasms lasting for an unusually long time. Finally, Patti collapsed on Brad’s body. Panting, they were silent for quite a while.

  Finally, Patti raised her head and looked into Brad’s eyes. “I hope that was as good for you as it was for me.”

  “Oh babe,” Brad said. “It was not to be believed.”

  Patti grinned and picked up her scissors. “Let me cut you loose.”

  “Wait,” Brad said. “Can’t you untie me?”

  “Okay. Why?”

  “I wouldn’t want to waste those. Who knows, maybe we’ll want to use them again.”

  Patti’s grin was wide and her eyes sparkled. “What a clever man you are,” she said.

  Having children in your married life can be a chore, but it’s also a joy. Children are wonderful, and I love mine dearly. I did, however, especially enjoy it when they grew old enough to want to move out. Having a private life again can be a delight, as we’ll see in the next chapter.

  AGELESS FANTASIES

  Here are two more stories for you to enjoy. You will note that in the following story, Ted does not dream of a monogamous activity. People do fantasize about making love to partners other than their husbands or wives. I’ve had my dreams about George Clooney or Cal Ripkin, Jr. I’ve even thought about what it might be like to make love to the sexy plumber who arrived at my house to repair a leak. Admit it, you’ve had them, too.

  That doesn’t mean, however, that you or I would ever do anything about it. These are fantasies, fun to think about and enjoyable to bookmark.

  TED’S FANTANCY

  Ted had seen her around the office several times during the week. It was hard to miss her. Tall and lithe, about five nine, he guessed, and about 130 pounds, with long, wavy red hair and full round breasts, the kind of woman who got noticed again and again. He found it increasingly difficult to concentrate on his work, knowing she was somewhere in the office.

  The day before, he had found out that she was Bonnie Richardson, the new director of Public Relations. Among other things, she was taking over PR for the account that he was working on.

  He also found out that she was recently divorced and new to the city, having just moved here to take the job less than a month ago. Thinking about her often started a parade of fantasies running through Ted’s mind that he didn’t even try to stop.

  Ted had just hung up the phone and was gazing out the window of his office, his back to the door, his thoughts on Bonnie.

  He turned his chair back toward the door and saw her standing in the doorway to his office. He looked up slowly, drinking in the sight of her long, luscious legs extending from her short, tight skirt, her breasts straining to escape from the light silk blouse that held them captive.

  “Hi,” she said, “I’m Bonnie Richardson, the new director of PR. Since we haven’t been introduced, I thought I’d stop by and say hello.”

  “H-h-hello,” he managed to stammer. “I’m Ted Reynolds, senior project manager.”

  “I thought that if you had a moment, we could go over this new product line of yours.” Her voice was so rich and smooth, it was almost hypnotic.

  “S-s-sure,” he said. “Come on in.”

  She sat down in a chair across from his desk and crossed her legs. As she brushed her hair back off her shoulder, she casually touched her right breast. As he watched, her nipple hardened, coming to attention. Ted felt his penis stiffen in his pants. He hoped she wouldn’t notice.

  Stretching one long, gorgeous leg to its full length, Bonnie kicked the door closed. Ted could just see the top of her stockings peeking from the bottom of her short skirt. “I hate to be interrupted during business or pleasure,” she said, a sparkle in her eye.

  Seeing her long, perfect leg stretched out like that caused Ted’s erection to stiffen even more. Did she do that on purpose? he wondered.

  “Perhaps you could show me your big … project,” she said, just a hint of suggestion in her voice.

  “O-of course,” Ted replied. He knew he’d have to get up to cross the room. He’d just have to hope that she didn’t notice the bulge in his pants.

  As he got up, however, Bonnie’s eyes went straight for his crotch. She didn’t say anything, but he knew she had seen. He felt warm and flushed, but he decided to ignore it, as long as she didn’t say anything.

  As he walked past her, she reached out and touched his hand. “That looks really uncomfortable,” she said, staring at the bulge that was exactly at eye level. “Can I help you with that?”

  Ted didn’t know what to say. Before he could reply, Bonnie had her hand on his cock, massaging it through his pants.

  “Mmm,” she purred. “Just what I need.” She bent closer and kissed it lightly. Ted’s hands automatically went to her head and he began stroking her hair.

  Ted looked down and saw Bonnie’s right hand inside her blouse, under her bra, stroking her large, luscious breast. She was moaning and rubbing her legs together.

  “Go sit down,” she said, “and leave everything to me.”

  Ted sat down, as he was told, unsure of what to do next. He sat there transfixed as he watched Bonnie move slowly and sensuously. First, she unbuttoned her blouse, revealing the sheer lace bra she wore underneath. Her nipples were fully erect and easily visible through the flimsy fabric. Reaching up, she cupped both breasts, squeezing them and pinching her nipples, a look of unbridled ecstasy on her beautiful face.

  Running her hands down her body, she reached back and unfastened her skirt, letting it fall to the floor, where she kicked it out of the way.

  She was wearing black lace thong panties and thigh-high st
ockings on her long, firm legs. Ted started rubbing his cock through the fabric of his pants, unable to control himself any longer.

  Bonnie turned around slowly, spread her legs a little, and, her back to him, bent over, revealing her tight round ass. Placing a hand beneath her panties, she played with her pussy, rubbing her clit until Ted could almost hear the juices flowing.

  With her back still toward him, Bonnie removed her bra and then her panties. With only her stockings remaining, she turned to face him.

  Ted had never seen a more beautiful woman in his entire life. Tall, firm, and gorgeous, she put most centerfold models to shame. “Are you enjoying the show?” she asked, teasingly.

  “Of course,” Ted replied, unsure of what to say.

  “Good,” she said. “Now sit back and enjoy the rest.”

  With that, she went over to Ted and sat on his lap. Almost instinctively, he wrapped his lips around her left breast, licking and sucking on the beautiful treat. Moaning in ecstasy, Bonnie started grinding her pussy against Ted’s erection, his pants still on.

  Leaning back, Bonnie’s hand went to Ted’s crotch. “Poor uncomfortable baby,” Bonnie purred. “Let me help.”

  With that, she slid off Ted’s lap and onto the floor beneath his desk. Slowly, she undid Ted’s belt and unzipped his pants, pulling them down around his ankles. Then, with a pair of scissors from his desk, she cut his underwear away with two deft strokes, freeing his throbbing tool.

  Bonnie stroked it, slowly at first, then faster. Ted couldn’t remember the last time it had been this good. With her free hand, Bonnie tickled Ted’s balls, lightly running her fingernails over them while she flicked them with her tongue.

  “Suck it,” Ted begged. “Please suck it.”

  With a small giggle, Bonnie obliged. She slid her tongue up along Ted’s shaft from his balls to the tip, where she licked the head all around, wetting it with her saliva, then blowing on it. Ted shuddered with pleasure. With her hand wrapped around his cock, Bonnie engulfed the head in her mouth, bobbing and stroking at the same time. On each downstroke, she swallowed a little bit more of his dick, until she had deep-throated the entire thing. With his cock entirely in her mouth, Bonnie started humming, very gently at first, then more insistently. The vibrations were driving Ted crazy.