by Bridy McAvoy
“Teri!”
“Just kidding about the last bit, but I bet you ten dollars he’ll have you on the floor, or on the couch, within sixty seconds of closing the door.”
Kayla shook her head. “I’m not taking a bet I’d lose.”
“So, tell him about everything, except the last bit. See, problem solved.”
“Not quite.”
“Why?”
“I still have to face Chris, and I have to pluck up the nerve to face everyone again next week.”
“Honey, I bet that you and Ben’ll have more sex next week than you’ll have had in any week since the honeymoon. By next Saturday you’ll be raring to go.”
“And Chris?”
“Chris is my problem, not yours. No, I’m not particularly happy he lost control like that, but I anticipated it, and it wasn’t pre-planned—just a high probability.” Suddenly Teri giggled again. “Tell you what—I’ll deal with my husband. I’ll blow him before anyone else gets here, okay?”
“Teri!”
“What?”
“I don’t want to know the details of your sex life!”
She smiled at her friend who smiled back before asking another question. “Now, earlier you changed the subject and said you had a point about next week?”
Kayla nodded, forcing herself not to catch her bottom lip between her teeth. “It’s the shoot he rehearsed with me.”
“What about it, honey?”
“I can’t do that, not in front of five other guys.”
“You mean the sex bit at the end?”
Kayla shook her head. “No, the shoot itself.”
“Oh? Which bit? It must have been one bit of the shoot that upset you. Was it the blindfold?”
“No.”
“I didn’t think so—the blindfold took away one sense and that heightened the others, especially touch. I saw the way your skin flushed and goose-bumped every time his fingers touched you. Was it the bondage? The feeling of being helpless?”
Kayla shrugged, feeling helpless. “No, not really.”
Teri reached for and captured her fingers, giving her hand a reassuring squeeze. “What then, honey? Having your clothes ripped off you?”
“Sort of.”
“Sorry, Kayla, I’m not with you.”
“I think, more than anything, it was the scissors.”
“The scissors?”
“Yeah, I kind of had a phobia about them when I was a child.”
Teri couldn’t suppress the laughter that burst from her mouth. “Sorry, honey. I’m not laughing at you—simply at the thought of you being upset by the scissors. If that’s all that was bothering you, can I assume you’ll still do the bondage shoot, if we can do away with the scissors?”
Kayla paused before answering, still fighting the impulse to chew on the inside of her own mouth. “I guess.”
“So, cutting and ripping your clothes off is a no, no then…?”
“Yeah.”
“Don’t blame you for that. I’ll let you into a secret—I never liked those kinds of shoots either.”
Teri sat deep in thought and Kayla, waiting for her friend to continue, noticed the pregnant woman was absently rubbing her stomach.
“So, we have two options. We fake up the costume by pre-ripping it and holding it together with Velcro and, trust me, honey, that looks soooo fake.”
“Would it?”
“Yeah, for sure. The modern cameras have such a high resolution you couldn’t hide it, and you lose your reactions as well—they wouldn’t look right. In fact, the costume would look wrong in the opening sequences too.”
“Oh.”
“So, the other alternative would be for you to be wearing clothing that didn’t need to be ripped before it is removed. Say, a denim mini skirt that buttoned all the way up the front, tie-sided panties and, up top, a halter neck top which buttons down the front, and a strapless bra. Or, no bra at all. That would work, wouldn’t it?”
Kayla thought about it, picturing herself dressed as described, lying there tied up on the bed, and being stripped of her clothing while helpless. It did have one big advantage—no scissors, no ripping, less evidence of coercion.
“I think… I think that would work.”
“Good. I’ll sort that with Chris. You okay now, honey?”
Kayla nodded.
“Very good, then. I’ll sort out with Chris about next week. We’ll meet up for lunch and shopping as planned on Wednesday and, in the meantime, you can shoot off home and screw that delicious husband of yours silly. All right? By the way, Chris will delete all the pictures from this last shoot today. They’ll never see the light of day. He’ll tell Ben, if he’s asked, that you left soon after the group after chatting about a couple of points.”
“Okay.” Kayla forced a weak smile.
Teri rose and the two women embraced. “Don’t worry about Chris. I told him to give us some space—he’s in the front of the shop, so you don’t have to see him. Just scoot out the back door and stop worrying. When you get home, enjoy!”
Teri laughed as she opened the door and they both stepped through into the empty studio. Kayla dived back into the dressing room to retrieve her bag and the two women hugged one more time before Kayla headed for the back door, her car, and home.
Chapter 2
Kayla stopped at the nearest mini-mall to purchase a bottle of soda to rinse the taste of Chris’s cum from her mouth, and drove home. Teri had been right—Ben had the door open before she got out of the car, the prominent bulge in the sports shorts he was wearing obvious to her eyes. She smiled at her husband and he grinned back, almost dancing from foot to foot in his eagerness to either talk to her or hold her. As soon as he’d shut the door behind them she found out which.
“Hi, Ben…”
She didn’t get chance to say anything else. On the Thursday night she’d surprised him; this evening it was his turn to surprise her. She hadn’t even put her bag down before he’d swept her into a breathless embrace. Still holding her wrapped in his arms, he lifted her off her feet and mashed his lips to hers in a hungry kiss, his tongue pressing against her lips and demanding entry.
“Whoa…”
Her strangled protest didn’t really make it out of her lips as he stepped back and turned neatly, still holding her off the ground. He backed her against the wall and she dropped the bag as her body started to respond to the insistency of his kiss. He allowed her to stand again but only to free his arms and, grabbing her hands, lifted her arms to meet above their heads. She could feel his hardness pressing against her belly and, as he used one hand to hold hers above her head, his other hand dropped to the waistband of the loose jogging pants she wore and jerked them down.
Kayla gasped for air as her husband plunged his hand between her legs, feeling for and finding, her naked pussy. She groaned into the kiss as one finger plunged into her without encountering any resistance. Ben broke the kiss and looked into her eyes.
“I’ve been ready for you all day. And I can tell you’re ready too.”
She panted for breath as his hot eyes devoured her. She lifted her left foot and used it to ease her right shoe off her foot then reversing the position, removed her other shoe and tried to wriggle her pants off. That was more difficult.
“A little help?”
She glanced down to show him what she meant. He grinned but kept her hands pinned against the wall above her head, forcing her to wriggle harder to drop the trousers all the way down, with him enjoying the sensation as her body rippled against his hardness. As she stepped clear of the pants his hand let go of its hold on her pussy and pushed his own shorts down.
“Ben… God…”
She couldn’t help the fire he’d ignited in her, burning even hotter as his naked prick pressed against her belly, but that situation didn’t last. His hand moved to her upper thigh and letting go of her hands, dropped that hand down to match its counterpart, then pushed upward, sliding her up the wall. She didn’t need to be to
ld as her legs parted and she felt him lurch forward, positioning his dick in line with her pussy slit. He lowered her gently, and scored a direct hit on the first attempt, his cock spearing between her folds, pushing into her pussy with the minimum of friction.
Kayla grunted, unable to speak as he once more pressed his mouth to hers and moved his hands to achieve a better grip. She lifted her knees and wrapped her legs around him, crossing her ankles behind his back as his hands slipped beneath her ass to cup and support her. Her hands quickly pulled the baggy top up to her armpits, baring her chest, and she wrapped her arms around his neck as he began to use his legs to thrust into her. In this position she knew she had to help so she pushed down as he pushed up, capturing his whole length inside her. Feeling full, she screamed into his mouth as she came on that first full stroke.
When she opened her eyes she could see his were wide open, staring at her, as her body moved in time with his, pumping his prick in and out of her.
“God… Ben… God… Don’t stop… Pleeeaassseeee…!”
He didn’t stop, and she plunged into another orgasm less than a minute after the first, feeling her fluids drenching them both and running down the inside of her thighs, and probably his as well. It wasn’t a situation which could last for long, nor was it a position either of them could hold for long. She could feel the skin of her back scraping against the wall and the discomfort started to intrude on the pleasure racing through her body. Dropping her down in a single movement, he pushed hard against the wall, holding them both still with his cock fully imbedded inside her. She felt his first spurt bathe the inside of her vagina—then another and another—and shuddered as a third, smaller orgasm passed through her own body. He pulled out and almost fell away, gasping for air as she slid down to crouch against the wall, equally unable to speak.
They both crouched there for three or four minutes just looking at each other, she noticing his cock, like two nights earlier, hadn’t gone fully soft. She closed her eyes and shuddered. Ben laughed and spoke first.
“So, darling, how was your day?”
“Fine…yours?”
“Better now!”
“Good, ’cos you owe Teri ten dollars.”
“What?”
“She made a bet. She said you’d nail me within a minute of me walking through the door. I reckon it only took you forty-five seconds, so come on, pay up.”
“Minx!”
“Stud! Can I get dressed now?”
“Nope.”
“Why not? I’m starving.”
“So, eat in the nude—I don’t care. I want you again.”
Kayla just looked at him open-mouthed—it wasn’t something she’d expected him to say at all.
“I mean it. Pizza’s keeping warm in the oven. You can eat it standing up or bending over or lying down. I don’t care which. I know what I’m going to be doing.”
He grinned at her and she could see the fire dancing in his eyes again, as his prick once more rose to full hardness. Her grin matched his as she pulled the top over her head to leave her totally nude.
“Come on, then, let’s eat. If you want me naked, you’d better get naked too. Don’t bother setting the table! Stud!”
“Minx!”
* * * *
Kayla turned and walked down the hallway. She smiled to herself as she heard the rustle of movement behind her, her husband following her instructions to dispense with his own clothes. For a moment she thought about walking into the small dining room, lying back on the table and opening herself to him, but decided hunger for food needed satisfying as much as her desire for Ben’s cock. Instead of turning into the dining room she walked into the kitchen. At this time of day the sun streamed in through both the small side, and much bigger, windows on the back of the house, throwing dappled patterns of light and shade over the worktops. She could smell the pizza in the oven and her mouth watered as Ben moved up behind her and rested his hands on her hips.
“Chicken?”
“What?”
“I asked if you were chicken about moving into the kitchen, nekkid, where you could be seen.”
“No. Simply thinking how much I like the kitchen at this time of day when the sun shines.”
Ben nuzzled his face into the back of her neck and moved closer, keeping his hands on her hips as he rubbed his erect cock against the crack between her butt cheeks.
“Hmm… Feels nice, but I meant it—I am hungry.”
“Minx!”
He let go and backed away, his right hand descending in a slap on her right cheek.
“Ow!”
“Scoot. I want some pizza, too, and the only way I’m going to get what I really, really want, is to get you a slice first.”
She stepped through the narrow arched opening and he moved past her, unconcerned about anyone seeing him with his dick sticking straight out in front of him. There again, apart from the bottom frosted panel on the back door, line of sight was waist high and above. Kayla, of course, had more to worry about and she glanced out the back window—the side window only overlooked their own yard. Their yard was empty, the sun glinting off the decking at the back of the garden and the grass looking parched in the sun. Beyond the three foot high fence she could see into the garden behind them but that, too, seemed empty. Only a couple of windows overlooked their kitchen window and a glance at them showed no sign of life either. She relaxed and moved over to the breakfast bar, facing the window as Ben retrieved the pizza from the oven and sliced it into eight pieces with four precise sweeping cuts. He turned in triumph, using a cloth to hold the piping hot tin and deposited it in the middle of the breakfast bar.
“Dinner is served, my lady.”
Instead of taking his place facing her, he moved around the bar to stand behind her once more. She felt his hands on her hips and then the heat of his erection press against her ass once more.
“Not only is dinner served, but so, my lady, are you.”
She squealed as he lifted her up a few inches and then let her stand on the brass foot-rails that surrounded the counter. Kayla knew that few inches in height would make all the difference. Her waist was now at the same level as the countertop of the breakfast bar and she reached for a slice of the pizza, then put it down and blew on her fingers.
“Too hot.”
“As are you!”
He pushed his legs between hers, pressing her legs to the sides and she grasped the edge of the counter for support as he positioned her ready to accept him into her.
“You said you were hungry, so eat. I’ve got what I want.”
His cock drove forward, pushing against her outer lips and she felt them part, allowing him entry, and he slid the end of his dick into her. She gasped and wriggled against him, settling so the angle was more comfortable as he pushed more and more of himself into her. She felt her pussy clench tightly around him as the ridge slipped into her and then groaned as he completed the movement, sliding the rest of himself into her as well.
“I said eat, minx!”
She giggled. “Sshhh… Let me enjoy what you’re doing.”
“I intend to let you enjoy both. You’re the one who said you were hungry!”
Ben pulled out about halfway and, by instinct, she pushed her ass back toward him as he drove forward. Her knuckles whitened as she tightened her grip on the counter edge.
“Uh… God… That feels good, Ben… Keep going.”
It was his turn to chuckle. “I haven’t started yet!”
He began to pull out and then push back in, keeping up a steady but slow rhythm. Her toes curled around the metal rail as she sought to maintain her balance, pushing back against him every time he pushed forward. The feeling was intense and, after a minute, she relaxed her grip on the counter edge and placed her palms on the smooth surface instead. Satisfied she wasn’t going to fall, even while reveling in the sensations as they pumped and ground against each other, she reached out for the pizza once more. A faint sound outside came to her ears and
she strained to hear it well enough to identify it. The sound grew in intensity as her hand hung there, the pizza slice only a few inches from her open mouth.
Her eyes focused and she grunted in shock as she realized the sound came from the electric mower their neighbor behind them had just started up. It was moving toward them as he cut a strip down one side of the lawn, moving toward the fence. Kayla remembered the lawn ran all the way up to the fence on his side and he would be able to see her through the window if he looked up.
“Oh, God!”
“What?”
“Karl’s cutting his lawn.”
“And?”
“He’ll see us.”
“No, honey, he can’t see me, I’m behind you. All he can see is you, eating a pizza nekkid!”
She closed her eyes, allowing images of their neighbor’s shocked face to pass through her mind—shock that quickly gave way to desire as he stared at her breasts. One of Ben’s hands stayed on her hip while his right hand stole around her top to cup her breast and tweak the already hard nipple. The sound receded again and she opened her eyes to see their neighbor’s back as he plodded serenely behind his garden equipment, moving away. She shuddered as the ramifications of their actions sank in.
“That was close!”
“It’ll be closer still in a minute when he heads this way again.”
“Oh…I think we should stop.”
“Do you want me to?”
“God, no!”
“Good, because I’m not stopping.”
His next thrust was even harder and as she gasped she heard the noise increasing in volume once more.
“Eat your pizza!”
Her hand moved in an almost reflex way and she tore a section of the slice with her teeth and chewed, despite his actions behind her.
“Damn, girl! Leave some for me.”
“You want a bite? It’s good.”
She giggled again, the situation so out of her normal world she couldn’t really process it, although she could feel her already wet pussy responding to both Ben’s actions and the possibilities of being caught like this by their slightly older, but still attractive, neighbor from the house behind.
