Five Minute Fantasies 3

by Cathryn Cooper

  ‘Don’t,’ I giggled, peering back into the bedroom.

  The bed was still a mess but I didn’t think John would be coming up there anyway so it didn’t really matter. Marcus, friskier than normal, wanted to continue what we’d started, on the floor of the wardrobe; me I wanted to wait until I heard John’s car pulling out of the drive before starting up again.

  ‘Come on,’ he said, pulling me over him so I straddled his waist. ‘I need to fuck you, baby.’

  Never able to resist him, I positioned myself over him and slid down his thick, hard shaft, filling me up like no other man has ever done. He pulled at my breasts, squeezing the nipples so hard I nearly yelped in pain.

  ‘Not so hard,’ I said, leaning over to kiss his sexy mouth as he pouted back at me.

  ‘Hmm, you love it,’ he chuckled.

  Leaning over like that was hitting the right spot. He pumped upwards, thrusting his cock up further as I slammed back down on him.

  ‘Oh yeah,’ I whispered, enjoying it even more now that I knew John was in the house. ‘Harder baby, harder.’

  I was peaking, perspiration dripping from me, as I ground myself down on his cock. You can imagine my surprise when I heard laughter on the stairs and John’s voice bellowing up them.

  ‘Are you sure no one saw you hiding out near the back door?’

  I froze for a second before jumping up to find my robe.

  ‘No,’ the voice giggled. It was Mary, our maid. ‘I didn’t see Sheila leave, I must have missed her.’

  They fell through the open bedroom door, ripping off each other’s clothing. I was outraged. How dare she! I trusted her. I peeked through the crack again, amazed that this had been going on under my very nose and I never knew.

  Marcus opened the door a crack further.

  ‘Check out her tits. They’re massive,’ he whispered.

  I bristled. How dare he perv on her. They had fallen onto the bed, both naked. John’s hairy arse winked at me while he nuzzled between her luscious thighs. He went down on her as though starved, smothering himself, his hands groping her heaving breasts.

  ‘Oh John,’ she moaned, holding his head. ‘Oh yeah, that’s great. Oh yeah baby.’

  Marcus was glued to the crack; probably wishing he was closer to her crack than hiding in here with me. He grabbed at me, obviously very aroused by the spectacle we were watching.

  ‘I need to fuck you baby,’ John moaned, climbing up Mary’s body.

  At this angle we could see her pussy, all wet and glistening from John’s workout. He was kneeling over her, his ugly balls sagging as he positioned himself. No wonder I found him so unattractive. His skinny arse pumped like crazy and in a few seconds he’d already come.

  Mary sighed as though happy. ‘Oh that was so good,’ she breathed.

  Bullshit! I knew what it was like to have John fuck you and believe me there was nothing spectacular about it. Marcus was probing his cock into the crack of my arse. I wiggled away from him, annoyed that our session had been interrupted and I had to witness my husband’s infidelity. How was I supposed to go back to my bed when they’d just made love in it?

  I tried to push Marcus away from me, but he held on tight. I knew he was hornier than normal, I mean looking at Mary’s pussy had even turned me on and I was straight. He grabbed at my breasts while his cock probed down further. Finding my still wet pussy he slid in easily.

  ‘I think you enjoyed watching them,’ he whispered in my ear.

  ‘Don’t be ridiculous,’ I spat back, not wanting him to know that the sight of Mary, now reclining on my bed while John was getting dressed, was turning me on even more than I realised.

  ‘Open your legs for me, sweetheart?’ John asked her.

  She lay there, her black hair fanned out around her like a shawl against my white bed sheets, opening and closing her legs, giggling like a schoolgirl.

  ‘Come on, don’t tease me like that,’ John pleaded.

  She had her knees bent up and now dropped them, her pussy gaping wide open. Marcus began to pump into me harder, obviously enjoying what he was watching.

  ‘Play with yourself,’ John begged.

  She slid her fingers around her wet lips, up and down her slit, with her sexy mouth pouting ohs and ahs the whole time. John was sitting on my love seat, his eyes riveted to her pussy. She pulled back the hood, exposing her clit and began to rub.

  ‘Oh,’ she moaned. ‘I’m so wet from you. Look how wet my pussy is, see how much I love you,’ she breathed.

  ‘Rub your clit faster,’ he whispered. ‘Make yourself come.’

  She ran her tongue along her top lip, while Marcus grabbed my breasts, squeezing them hard, pulling at my nipples. My own hand stole down to find my clit and while he was fucking me I rubbed my engorged nub.

  She was arching her back, her breasts jutting upwards, while she rubbed madly. ‘Oh yeah, you like to watch me baby?’ she asked.

  ‘You know I do,’ he said, rubbing himself absent-mindedly.

  ‘Oh yeah, look at my titties, my nipples are all hard just thinking about you,’ she giggled.

  Thinking about his money was more like it, I thought.

  Marcus picked up the tempo and I knew it wouldn’t be long before he came. Mary was on the verge of coming herself when I heard a mobile phone ring. I tensed, praying it wasn’t mine. I’d left my bag on the other side of the bed.

  I froze, holding my breath. Fortunately, it was John’s.

  ‘Yes, I’ll be right there,’ he snapped.

  ‘It’s the hospital,’ he said. ‘There’s an emergency. I’m sorry, darling, but I have to go.’

  ‘Oh, not again,’ she moaned. ‘I was nearly there.’

  ‘You stay here sweetheart, just relax, do what you want. Sheila won’t be home until late. Take your time, have a bubble bath, I know how much you like them.’

  ‘But it’s not the same without you,’ she complained.

  ‘I’ll make it up to you, I promise,’ he said. ‘In a couple of weeks, there’s a conference in Miami. Tell Sheila you’ve got a family emergency and you need the time off. Come with me? Please?’

  ‘I don’t know. I’ll be stuck in a hotel room all day like the time you took me to New York. That was no fun for me, believe me,’ she pouted.

  ‘I’ll give you some money and you can go shopping. You’d like that wouldn’t you?’ he asked.

  The bitch! How long had this been going on? That trip to New York was eighteen months ago.

  Marcus had pushed me to my knees and was motioning for me to suck his cock. I was angry, really angry. How dare they! How dare he! He was my husband. How could I have not known?

  ‘Give my pussy a little lick,’ she purred.

  ‘Of course,’ he said, falling on her.

  I was having trouble watching as Marcus was holding my head, his arm blocking my view. I wished they’d hurry up and go. I needed to get out of this wardrobe and vent some of my anger. I pushed Marcus away, and stood there, arms folded, letting him know I wasn’t happy.

  Meanwhile, John gave her a quick licking and flew out of the door. She lay there, in my bed, as though it was her own, rolling among my satin sheets, sliding around, her beautiful hair following her as she went.

  ‘What are we going to do?’ Marcus whispered.

  ‘We’re going to wait until she goes, now be quiet,’ I whispered back.

  I watched her, her gorgeous plump arse staring at me. She had a beautiful body and the more I looked the more I wanted to lie there beside her, to stroke her and have her stroke me. As though sensing how I was feeling, Marcus whispered in my ear.

  ‘Why don’t we go in and surprise her?’ he said.

  ‘Don’t be ridiculous,’ I said. ‘She’ll tell John.’

  ‘Tell John what? That we were fucking before they came in and nearly caught us. I don’t think so. Come on, you can threaten to fire her if she doesn’t do what you want.’

  ‘What do you mean?’ I asked.

  ‘Come on.
I know you’re a sexy woman and seeing another couple make love like that would turn anyone on. We could use her as our sex slave. Make her do what we both want. It would be a real turn on, don’t you think?’

  ‘No, I don’t think it would,’ I said, bristling.

  Part of me did want it but the other part didn’t. There was no denying that I’d give anything to have her mouth on me, her tongue licking my pussy, her mouth sucking my tits. I’d love to taste her pussy too, but not after John had been fucking her.

  While we were talking she left the room and had disappeared into the ensuite. I could hear the water running. We could do one of two things, either quickly get dressed and leave or perhaps I could catch her in the bath. Catching her in the bath appealed to me. I’d make her beg for my forgiveness. I’d allow her to promise me anything just to keep her job. Yes, that’s what I’d do.

  Marcus and I quickly got dressed and I told him to wait until he heard me coughing before coming back upstairs. He snuck out of the room, eager for this to play out to his advantage. Meanwhile I tried to compose myself before opening the ensuite door.

  ‘What do you think you’re doing?’ I demanded, feigning outrage.

  She turned to see me standing there. Shocked, her hair piled up on her head, she looked absolutely gorgeous, as her big eyes stared worriedly at me. Wispy pieces had fallen down over her luscious breasts, which were half submerged under bubbles. I could barely tear my eyes away.

  ‘Oh, I’m sorry…I…er…um,’ she stuttered.

  What could she possibly say?

  ‘Get out of my bath at once,’ I demanded.

  She stood, water cascading down her amazing body. I’d never been so turned on in my life. What should I do now? I wanted her in the bath with me, to wash, caress and hold me. She grabbed a towel and tried to hurry from the room.

  ‘Not so quickly,’ I said, slowly dropping my clothes onto the floor.

  She stood there staring, rigid like a statue.

  ‘I’ve always wanted a full body wash and massage. I think under the circumstances you’ll be happy to help me out with that now, wouldn’t you, Mary?’

  ‘Yes, Miss, I’d be happy to,’ she stumbled, clearly surprised at this turn of events.

  I lowered myself into the spa and beckoned her over. As quick as a flash she was in there with me, washing my body, careful not to touch any private areas. But that’s not what I wanted. I wanted her to squirm, to beg me to keep her on, to beg me to allow her to do anything I desired.

  ‘Can I wash your breasts?’ she asked, clearly realising that this was more than just some help bathing. Good. I wanted her to work hard at pleasing me before I let Marcus join this party.

  ‘Yes, you can,’ I said.

  God, it was heavenly. Her soft fingers kneaded my flesh, washing soapy hands over me, lingering on my nipples until they stood out on their own, a clear indication I was enjoying this on a sexual level.

  Her beautiful brown eyes stared at me, before her long black lashes looked down at my heaving breasts. Slowly she moved closer and I made no attempt to stop her. I watched mesmerised as her soft lips descended upon me to lick and tantalise my nipple before sucking as much of my breast into her gorgeous mouth as she could.

  My head fell back against the pillow that was cushioned there and I let out a wonderful sigh of enjoyment. Her hand moved down between my legs and she parted them so she could move in between them. What bliss. With my eyes closed I felt her fingers searching until she located my clit. She pinched at it lightly before entering me.

  With the warm water lapping at my body I slipped into a dreamlike trance. Her mouth and fingers were bringing me to an emotion I’d never felt before and, as I opened my mouth to moan, a hard cock was thrust into it.

  Marcus, the cheeky bugger, he just couldn’t wait. He was spoiling everything. There was nothing I could say with my mouth full of cock, so I grabbed at his shaft and dragged him by his cock, forcing him to fall into the spa.

  Mary just looked at the two of us in surprise.

  ‘Are the two of you are having an affair?’ she spluttered.

  ‘That’s none of your business,’ I said.

  ‘No miss,’ she replied, her eyes downcast.

  ‘So what are you doing in Sheila’s bath?’ Marcus asked her.

  ‘I caught her soaking in it when I came home,’ I told him.

  I watched her to see if she would go along with what I’d planned. I knew she was having an affair with John but she didn’t know that I knew. I also saw how her eyes latched on to Marcus’s massive cock. After having sex with John she was probably keen to have a real man. A young, strong man with a hard cock.

  ‘You want to keep your job, Mary?’ I asked.

  ‘Oh yes, mam,’ she said.

  ‘Then you are to do everything that I ask of you and in return I won’t mention to my husband how you overstepped your position. Is that clear?’

  ‘Yes,’ she said smiling as Marcus moved beside me and began stroking my breast.

  ‘You can begin by finishing my bathing and then I’ll let you know what else I’d like.’

  ‘Of course,’ she said, eager to comply with my wishes.

  She returned to my body, her hands caressing me as she soaped me once again. Marcus lifted a breast out of the sudsy water, blew the bubbles that had gathered away from my nipple and lowered his mouth to it, sucking on it gently while eyeing her reaction.

  She showed none.

  I smiled at him. Yes, this would work out perfectly. I gasped as her fingers slid among my folds, gently lingering over my clit, while Marcus’s hand joined hers and they both paid attention to my pussy.

  This was wonderful. I loved being in control, giving orders.

  My hand stole down to Marcus’s cock and I ran it up and down his shaft, squeezing it hard, showing him how turned on I was. I wanted to guide him into my pussy, have him fuck me there in the spa, and why not, I was the one calling the shots.

  And that’s exactly what I did do. I lifted my arms to rest on the edge of the spa, my breasts floating on top of the water, while Marcus moved Mary aside, grabbed my thighs and pulled them apart. In one quick movement he was inside me, his cock allowing water to penetrate me as he began to pump rhythmically.

  Mary just watched on, her eyes wide, sparkling with mischief.

  ‘You can get out now. Dry yourself and bring us some clean towels,’ I said, wrapping my legs around Marcus’s back, lifting myself up so he could suck on my tit.

  We both watched her rise, with water dripping from her beautiful body. I whispered in his ear. ‘Take it easy baby. We’ve got all afternoon.’

  Later, after a wonderful massage, I lay back on my bed where she’d been not an hour earlier. I opened my legs while Marcus lay beside me.

  ‘Lick me,’ I demanded.

  She did. Her tongue was amazing. So different from a man’s. It was soft yet hard. Thick when she lapped at me, yet thin when she honed in on my clit. Why had I never done this before?

  Marcus was focusing all his attention on my breasts but I saw how his eyes flickered all over her body. I knew what he wanted, so I obliged him.

  ‘Get down there and lick her from behind,’ I said. ‘Nuzzle into her pussy while she’s doing mine.’

  I laughed as he scurried down there and watched as he lifted her beautiful arse up by the hips so her knees were just on the edge of the bed. He knocked them apart and as his tongue touched her she smothered herself into me, licking like a woman possessed, nibbling on my clit until I came in her mouth.

  I was so turned on I couldn’t wait any longer for Marcus’s cock.

  ‘Quickly,’ I demanded, ‘get over here and fuck me.’

  Pushing Mary aside he clambered up my body and sunk himself deep inside me. Mary’s hands were all over my breasts and I pulled her closer to me so I could kiss her mouth, taste myself on her. I’ve never been so turned on in my life, with her tongue and Marcus’s cock deep inside me I came again and again.
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  We spent the whole afternoon making love. By the time the two of them left I was exhausted. I showered quickly and then lay back in bed to rest and plan my next erotic adventure and, boy, did I have fun thinking about it.

  Good help was hard to find and I had no intentions of every letting Mary go. With her not knowing that I knew about her relationship with John, I had the upper hand. She’d certainly not tell him about Marcus, he’d have no use for her if we divorced and he became single. This way we all received the best of our maid’s services.

  Small Expectations

  by Phoebe Grafton

  Life was always going to be difficult. The fact that I started it by being called Pick did me no favours at all.

  Faced with the prospect of having to name a sixth son, my parents were at a loss to choose. They took this indecision to the christening. When asked during the ceremony to give my name, they left the choice to the vicar.

  In unison they said ‘Pick’. Thus I became known.

  Sadly both parents, as well as all my brothers, succumbed at an early age.

  As if the disadvantages of being an orphan were not enough, I soon learned that an additional problem presented itself. It might have had something to do with being the last of a long line of sons.

  The sad fact was that I was not generously endowed in a place where I could have expected a growing asset in later years.

  In fact I was hardly endowed at all.

  It was a matter that did not escape the attention of my school friends. I soon acquired the derogatory title of ‘Pick –Pick the Puny Prick’ amongst the boys.

  Even the girls giggled, although at that early stage in my life I’d not presented them with anything to giggle about.

  That came later.

  If my austere life with my elder sister and her husband offered little save bed and board, at least it was untroubled.

  We were simple folk. My sister’s husband, Joe Forgery, was a man of rude health and easy nature. Sadly this was not matched by his wife, a woman of sallow complexion and sour disposition.

  Sisterly love came not easily to my nearest relative. Indeed she berated me continually for slovenliness and laziness, and just about every other sin she could lay a sharp tongue to.