Kayla - The First Four Weeks

by Bridy McAvoy

“Shall I ask them to leave?”

  They all burst into mirth once more and Kayla used the opportunity to adjust her position again.

  “You might not like the way I get my revenge for that, Kayla.”

  “Oh?”

  “Reach behind your back and release the clasp on your bra, let the cup fabric slacken.”

  “Oh…”

  This time there was no laughter in Kayla’s exclamation. All of a sudden Chris had ramped up the stakes for her and she was very close to the point where Chris and the camera would see her breasts for the first time. She swallowed hard and thought about it for a few seconds, but she didn’t want to chicken out…well, not yet anyway. She reached behind her and undid the hook and eye despite the trembling in her fingers. She brought her hand back to her side and looked down. The cups were loose but still covered her breasts. She put her finger back to her chin and resumed the pose, feeling the pressure building between her legs once more.

  “Good girl. See, I told you, you were a natural model. You’ve really got it, Kayla, and you look so sexy—are you ready for the next step?”

  Kayla looked at him, knowing his next words were going to be to lose the bra and she waited for a couple of seconds. She heard Ben suck in his breath as he, too, realised his wife was about to be asked to expose herself topless in front of the three of them, as well as posterity in the form of the camera.

  She took a deep breath herself, knowing the movement thrust her chest toward the camera, reached to both sides and grasped the shoulder straps of the bra, now hanging on her arms. With one simple movement she stripped the now useless garment down her arms and tossed it straight at Chris, while bringing her hands quickly back to her chest, to cup and, more importantly, cover her now naked breasts. She heard the shutter on his camera clicking away madly throughout the movement and knew he had to have seen her breasts, and captured them digitally too.

  “Bravo! Well done!”

  She smiled weakly at him, and took a deep breath. This was the moment of truth for her. He still hadn’t asked her to move her hands but that had to come next. Again, before he spoke, she dropped her hands to her side, knowing they were all now staring at her breasts. Breasts topped with very puffy, very hard nipples. She’d felt how hard they were when she’d cupped her breasts, she’d dropped her hands to prevent herself giving in to the temptation to squeeze them, to feel her nipples burrow into the palms of her hands. If she’d given in to that impulse, she’d have orgasmed for sure, and that was a step too far for her.

  “Wow. I didn’t think you’d go that far without further coaxing. How do you feel?”

  “How do you think I feel?”

  Kayla glanced down at her own body, seeing just how flushed her skin was, how hard her nipples were and she could smell her own arousal as the musk from her pussy drifted up to her nose. She was sure Chris could probably smell it too.

  “You want to continue?”

  She shook her head.

  “No, not tonight. Enough is enough.”

  Chris nodded and smiled.

  “But you’ll do the course for me?”

  She looked over at Ben and Chris flicked one of the lights off so she could see his face more clearly. His face was covered in a sheen of light sweat and his eyes were wide and seemed to dance as they roved over the body he already knew but was seeing in a different light. He smiled and nodded and she knew she had his approval. Kayla took a deep breath again.

  “Yeah. I guess I’ll do it.”

  Teri let out a whoop and jumped up from her chair as Kayla stood up, not bothering to try to cover herself. The heavily pregnant woman wrapped her arms around Kayla and hugged her.

  “I knew you would. Well done, you.”

  She leaned in closer and whispered in Kayla’s ear.

  “I think you’re about ready to jump Ben, aren’t you?”

  Kayla whispered back.

  “Very ready.”

  Teri let go and stepped back.

  “Tell you what. Slip the dress back on, you can keep it. I’ll nip upstairs and fetch your shoes and the rest of your stuff so you can head on home.”

  Teri winked and Kayla tried hard not to giggle. She reached for the garter strap in front of her left leg but Teri put her hand on hers and stopped her.

  “Leave them on too, sugar. Let him have his moment.”

  The two women giggled as Chris and Ben just watched and then Teri waddled over to the stairs to fetch Kayla’s clothes from the bedroom. Chris switched off the rest of the lights and handed Kayla the dress. She stepped into it and pulled it up above her waist. She looked at her bra and didn’t bother to pick it up, simply turned her back to Chris as she pulled the straps onto her shoulders.

  “Zip me up, please.”

  She felt his finger tips on her bare back and shuddered as he complied, then Teri reappeared and she slipped her stocking-clad feet into her pumps. They looked a bit incongruous but she didn’t care. There was only one thing on her mind—to get her husband alone, and in private, as soon as possible.

  “I can see you want to get away. I’ll e-mail you the instruction sheets you’ll need, together with the shoes to bring for the first session, okay?”

  “Just shoes?”

  Chris nodded.

  “We’ll supply the rest.”

  “Oh… Okay. And instructions?”

  Chris actually blushed.

  “Best you read them yourself. Less embarrassing all round. Now, this first week we’re going to spend the first couple of hours doing technical stuff, talking about lighting and settings. So we won’t need you before twelve. The other weeks it’s a ten o’clock start. Okay?”

  Kayla nodded.

  “See you Saturday, Sweetcheeks. Scoot. I can see in your eyes what you want to do. Bye.”

  Kayla blushed once more, then grabbed Ben’s hand and led him through the door at the fastest walk she could manage. He only had the chance to shout goodbye over his shoulder as she hustled him down the drive, carrying her jeans and shirt in one hand and dragging him along with the other.

  “What’s the hurry?”

  It was the first time he’d spoken to her for ages and she just looked at him, without slowing down.

  “Just get in the car and get me home.”

  She let go of his hand and moved hers across to his crutch. She’d been certain the bulge there was no accident and he felt rock hard under her fingers.

  “I want you, and if you don’t get me home soon, I’ll have you right here, right now, on their front lawn. Now, get in the car and drive, stud!”

  She gave his cock another squeeze then moved to the passenger side of the car. Climbing into the car was a challenge in the dress without flashing the neighbourhood, and then she decided she didn’t care and climbed in anyway. Ben was already behind the wheel, staring at her exposed legs, whistling soundlessly.

  She smiled at him.

  “Just drive! Now!”

  Her hand reached across the centre console to stroke his crotch as he put the car into gear and pulled away.

  Chapter 4

  Halfway home, Kayla decided to give her husband another thrill. She arched her back and lifted her hips from the seat as she pushed her hands up under the hem of her dress, snagged the waistband of her panties and drew them down until she could sit down once more. Removing them completely was a difficult job as she tried to maintain some form of decorum, if for no other reason than to keep Ben’s mind on the road as well as on her. The sweet musky smell of her aroused pussy rose to her nostrils and she saw out of the corner of her eye, Ben shudder as the alluring vapour reached his nostrils due to the efficiency of the air-con in the car.

  “God, Kayla, what are you doing?”

  “Just getting ready, sugar, just getting ready. Now get us home.”

  She pressed the button and her window wound down and she leaned out a little, allowing the wind to rustle her hair, then stretched her arm out, quickly twisted the panties into a figure eight and d
eftly threaded them over the wing mirror and pulled the improvised knot tight. She closed the window and turned to face him again.

  “And that is supposed to be?”

  “A souvenir for my darling husband.”

  “Hum… Hmmmpph…!”

  Ben didn’t seem too pleased with her, but he still had a serious hard-on in his trousers. Kayla half turned in the seat so she could watch his profile.

  “What’s wrong, Ben? Are you mad with me?”

  He paused before answering, and she realised he was concentrating on the junction coming up, the turning into their own road. Once he’d completed the turn, he smiled. She could see the gleam of his teeth in the darkness.

  “No, honey, I’m not mad with you. I’m angry about one thing.”

  “What’s that?”

  “That I haven’t been able to fuck you all night.”

  “Oh? Is that what you want?”

  “Hell, yeah!”

  He pulled the car into the driveway and undid his seatbelt without disturbing her arm more than momentarily. He leaned over and undid hers as his lips searched for and found hers. She met his open-mouthed kiss with her own tongue as they mashed together, a sense of relief flooding through her mixing with the anticipation the night, and his last words, had created within her, a fire that sought to consume her.

  After a few seconds of kissing, he reached out his hand for her breast but she decided to heighten his anticipation even further and caught his hand as the kiss broke.

  “Let’s get inside, honey. Too many knobs and bumps in here to get comfortable, and inside the house will be roomier than the back seat in here. Besides, we’ve got to think about the neighbours.”

  “Fuck the neighbours!”

  His lips reached for hers again but her other hand found the door handle and flicked it open, letting more of the cool night air in.

  She wriggled from his grasp and shed the seatbelt in the same motion and dropped her feet to the ground. As she stood up, she lifted the back of her dress up to show him her naked ass then with a throaty chuckle headed for the front door. Ben grabbed her purse, locked the car and followed her.

  “I should leave you out here, you over-sexed little minx. You left your keys in the car. Good job I’m thinking straight, still.”

  “I’m not over-sexed.” She squeezed his cock through his trousers. “At least not yet. Besides, I can think of better ways to punish me.” She gave him another squeeze and batted her eyelashes at him as he turned the key in the lock then cancelled the alarm system.

  “I should make you stay out here for the night.”

  “You won’t do that, this dress is too thin.”

  He grinned at her; she could see the devilment in his eyes.

  “Who said I’d leave you with the dress, minx?”

  She opened her eyes and stared at him, then reached a quick decision. The house was still in darkness, so there was no light to silhouette her, and the street was, as ever, quiet at this time of night. She took a deep breath, dropped her hands to the hem and in one smooth motion lifted it up her otherwise naked body and off over her head, and handed it to him.

  Ben seemed frozen in shock and she realised it was cold on their front step so pushed past him and walked into the house, leaving Ben to follow. As he closed the front door behind him and flicked the hall light on, still holding her dress in one hand and her purse in his other, Kayla remembered another of her fantasies. She knew this one would excite him even further and deliver what she wanted, a string of erections well into the early hours.

  With as much grace as she could muster, she spun round to face him on the laminate floor, dropped to her knees and spread them as far apart as she could, exposing her sex, her slit glistening with her own moisture and put her hands behind the back of her head, arched her back and pushed her breasts out at him.

  “You like?”

  Ben didn’t answer, just gave an animal-like growl as he closed the distance between them.

  She put out her hand to stop him bending down, then scooted closer to him and reached for the zip on his jeans.

  “Minx!”

  “Stud!”

  She grinned up at him as her hand fished for, and extracted, his erect prick, then turned her face toward it, and noticed it was already drooling pre-cum—she’d turned him on that much without even touching him.

  She leaned forward and opened her mouth, peeling back her lips as she sucked the end of him into her mouth, letting her teeth scrape across the sensate ridge behind it. Above her, he gasped but she shut out all other thoughts as she took more and more of him into her mouth. Her tongue lathed the outside of his cock as she brought her hand up to wrap around the bottom of his shaft.

  Ben grunted and his hips thrust forward a little, trying to force more of his erect cock into her mouth. Kayla didn’t want that yet so put her free hand on the front of his thigh and exerted a gentle pressure—a sign she knew Ben recognised. He stopped thrusting hard, adjusting himself to a tempo they both liked—more of a rocking motion. She felt sure he wouldn’t last long—after all, he’d been pretty excited all evening, she guessed since he’d seen the photo album of Teri posing nude. She made a mental note to ask him about that, but concentrated on the job in hand. Her fist pumped in time with mouth and she sucked him in a little deeper, feeling him ride over her tongue. She didn’t need her hand on his leg to restrain him now, he’d already got that message so she dropped it down to her stomach, where it slid down past her belly button and she felt the soft curls of her landing strip move under her fingertips as they progressed down to her slit.

  She was wet; soaking wet as her fingers found her clit and she moaned around his cock and pumped her fist harder still. Ben’s hands descended to the top of her head and he started to thrust harder. She didn’t stop him this time, recognising the impending sign of him cumming in her mouth. For a moment she debated a real porn star finish by pulling her mouth off and letting him come on her face but she wanted more than just a face job—she wanted to taste him, and then she wanted him where he belonged, inside her.

  “I can’t last any…longer.”

  She didn’t need him to tell her, his movements were becoming erratic and she could feel the head of his dick expanding in her mouth. Her own orgasm was close, but not close enough. She withdrew her futile fingers from her pussy and lifted her wet hand up above her head where the offering was immediately accepted by her husband’s warm mouth. It was enough to push him right over the edge and, despite reading all the signs correctly, his first powerful spurt hitting the back of her throat came as a surprise. She gagged a little, but not a lot, and then the second spurt washed over the top of her mouth, and the third followed the first straight into her throat.

  She pulled her head back, let her hands drop to her sides, keeping just the tip of his cock in her mouth, and looked up at him.

  “Jeez! Kayla!”

  She grinned at him as he fought to regain his breath, then allowed her mouth to open wider and allow his softening prick to slip free. Only it wasn’t softening at all! On a normal night, he’d be up for another round about ten minutes after the first, but tonight it wasn’t going down! He was still hard as he took a pace away and then looked down at himself.

  “You’re still hard! I am not wasting that, Ben, darling. Take me to bed, right now!”

  Without speaking to her, Ben leaned down, grabbed her hands and pulled her to her feet. He smiled, and she could see the desire still dancing in his eyes as he put one arm around her shoulders, while the other swept down against her thighs and up as he lifted her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and lowered her head to his chest as he moved toward the steps.

  “I can walk, you know,” she murmured, although she didn’t want him to put her down. To her, he seemed to glide rather than stride up the stairs with her naked body cradled in his arms. He pushed the door open with an unceremonious bump of his knee and then walked to the side of their bed. She raised her face to his an
d kissed him as he lowered her onto the bed. That was a shock too, usually he didn’t kiss her straight after oral, but now his lips mashed down on hers as their tongues met. She could taste herself on his lips from where he’d sucked her fingers, and she knew he must be able to taste himself too.

  It hadn’t been such a good idea to kiss in such an overbalanced position and she ended up sprawled on the bed with her husband in an untidy heap. She broke the kiss and giggled.

  “I suggest you stand up, lose the clothes, sweetie. I want you as naked as I am!”

  It was his turn to chuckle as he untangled their bodies and rose to his feet.

  “I’m not putting stockings on just for you. Not now, not ever!”

  She looked down at her legs, surprised to see the stockings still clung to her thighs and, just as when they left the other couples’ house, still looked incongruous with her training pumps. She smiled up at him as he clawed his t-shirt over his head.

  “Forgot about those.”

  She went to sit up to push the nylon hose down her legs but he stopped her with a gesture.

  “Just the shoes, honey. I haven’t had you in stockings since our wedding night, and they were white not black.”

  “Like you’re going to be looking at the colour.”

  She twisted her leg up behind her so she could lever the trainer off her foot, then repeated the movement with the other leg, by which time Ben had shrugged out of his jeans and boxers and slipped his feet out of his own trainers.

  He moved to climb onto the bed, but she stopped him, even as her eyes devoured the sight of his raging erect sticking straight out in front of him.

  “Socks, honey. Socks.”

  “I thought we were in a rush!”

  His cock bounced enticingly before her face as he hopped from one foot to the other, pulling his socks off before, with a deep growl in the back of his throat, he jumped onto the bed, pulling her upper body to him as he swept her into his embrace.

  “I love you, darling.”

  “I love you too, Ben. Now fuck me!”

  He rolled on top of her and neither bothered with any kind of foreplay, he was too aroused, and she was far too wet to need any preliminaries. She rolled fully onto her back and spread her thighs wide apart as he positioned himself and drove forward. His cock found her slit with unerring accuracy and her labia parted to allow entry, her well-lubricated vagina accommodating him as he thrust all the way in, in one go.