by Bridy McAvoy
She closed her eyes again after taking another bite of pizza and this time it wasn’t the neighbor she could see in her mind—it was the photography students standing around outside the window, snapping shot after shot of her body, as she sprawled forward on the breakfast bar. Her breathing rapidly deteriorated and she began to pant in earnest, all thoughts of food forgotten as Ben increased his rhythm, each forward push of his cock into her lifting her from her precarious footing on the rail.
“God… I’m going to cum!”
He bent forward and planted his teeth on her ear as their combined weight bent her forward onto the bar. She pushed the hot pizza plate to the side before her face came into contact with it and allowed him to manipulate her to his own rhythm as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through her.
By the time the orgasm was over she knew he wasn’t far away either, his thrusts becoming more and more ragged. Although the position was far from comfortable for her, she started flexing her thighs together as he drove in, capturing every inch of him inside of her. He thrust harder and harder until, with one final shove, he lifted her completely clear of the foot rail and the first spurt of his seed sprayed into her. She trembled from the exertion but couldn’t quite get to the same height as he did as she felt each spray of cum paint the inside of her pussy.
“God!”
He slowly lowered her feet back to the rail then bent his knees, wrapping his arms around her waist and lifting her down so her feet landed flat on the floor as he slipped out of her.
“That was intense.”
She grinned back over her shoulder at him then realized the noise outside had stopped. She looked up to see their neighbor peering intently at the kitchen window. She squeaked and dropped down until only her head and shoulders were above the counter top, but still snagged the half-eaten slice of pizza. Ben laughed and she glared at him.
“I’ll get you for this, mister!”
“Good…I look forward to it, minx!”
Again, he slapped her on the ass which only made her glare more and him laugh harder. She finished the slice and reached for another.
“You want a beer to wash that down with?”
She nodded. “Yeah, but I want a shower first.”
“Good, I’ll join you.”
She glanced down—his cock was fully soft this time.
“No, darling. I think you need some recuperation time. I’ll shower while you eat your pizza—the rest of mine will still be warm when I come down, and you can have yours. Shower, then pizza and beer, and then fun. Sound good to you?”
He moved and she grabbed the rest of her second slice. Still hunched down, she moved back across the kitchen to the hallway.
“Kayla?”
“Yes, sweetie?”
“Don’t forget I want to hear all about today.”
She smiled at him. “Of course.”
She walked up the hallway, straightening up as nobody could see her from the outside.
“Oh… and by the way.”
“What?”
“I checked a few minutes before you got home. When the sun is at that angle on the windows at this time of day you can’t really see in. The reflection is too strong.”
“Ah… Shucks!” She stuck her tongue out at him and ran upstairs before he could think about chasing her.
* * * *
Her stomach full after demolishing the rest of the pizza and emptying two bottles of Bud at the same time, Kayla snuggled in her terry robe next to her husband on the couch. Ben had been quiet since coming down from his own shower, and he seemed pensive, not particularly upset, merely pensive.
“Nickel for them, honey?”
“What?”
“Nickel for your thoughts, Ben—you’ve not said anything for ages.”
He put his arm around her and hugged her into his side. “Nothing, I’m just thinking about what we just did.”
She dug a playful finger into his ribs and laughed when he flinched. “Thinking about the pizza or the shower? Both would be strange topics for such deep thoughts.”
He laughed and turned his head to look at her, then, dropping his face to hers, planted a big wet kiss on the end of her nose, dived his head sideways and licked a trail from her earlobe to her chin.
“Ew!”
It was his turn to laugh and she bore the humor as she put her empty bottle down on the coffee table and wiped her face with her sleeve.
“Come on, darling. Talk to me, please.”
He smiled down at her and pulled her tighter to him but still didn’t say anything.
“Is it about today? About how I got on?”
He nodded.
“Then why didn’t you just ask, silly?”
“Because… Well… I guess I thought it might make me out to be some kind of pervert…”
Kayla tried to suppress her giggle and then made up for it by leaning up toward him and planting a soft kiss on his cheek. “Silly. I expected you to ask me when I walked in.”
“Well, we kinda got busy. Did Teri really bet you ten dollars?”
“Uh…huh.”
“Damn! I hate to be that predictable.”
“I didn’t object, did I? But if I see that wall is marked in the morning when the sun’s on it I’ll expect you to pay for the decorators.”
“You didn’t complain at the time.”
“And I’m not complaining now. Mind you, I’ve been wondering if you knew Karl was going to mow his lawn at teatime tonight.”
“Duh! He always mows his lawn in the early evening every Saturday. I thought it was a good bet, but then you didn’t have to lead me into the kitchen.”
“Lead? Huh!”
He grinned. “Come on, spill the beans. We’ve been skirting round the subject long enough.”
“What subject?”
“How naked you got today, how many times and…how many times you came while doing it!”
“Ben!” She picked up a cushion and hit him with it.
“A…Ah! You did then, didn’t you?”
“What makes you say that?”
“Because you look like a beetroot.”
Kayla already knew she was blushing. She could feel the heat in her face and recognized there was no point in denying it.
“You did, didn’t you?”
“I… Yeah.”
“How often?”
“Ben!”
“How often?”
She held up four fingers.
“And were you nekkid at any time?”
“Depends.”
“What do you mean depends?”
“Depends on whether keeping my shoes or stockings on counts toward being naked.”
Ben paused to think and she could almost see the cogs of his brain trying to process the imagery. “I guess not. So, ignoring stockings and shoes, were you nekkid?”
She nodded her head. “You’re not mad at me for being nude, are you? Or for having an orgasm from the rush exhibiting myself gave me?”
He wrapped his other arm around her and pulled her into a tight hug. “That depends.”
“Depends on what?”
“Depends on whether you are going to tell me all the details, or whether I have to drag them out of you bit by bit in between screwing your ass off!”
Kayla slapped him on the knee. “There’s no call for that.”
“What? Screwing your ass off? I think there’s every call for that and I intend to do exactly that. After all, we don’t have to get up in the morning!”
“Stud!”
“Minx! Now start talking, or lose the robe.”
Kayla felt too warm and cosy to consider the second option for the moment but she was acutely aware the second she got into the hotter details of her experience, it would be coming off and by then she wouldn’t be objecting!
Chapter 3
Just before she was due to leave work to meet Teri the following Wednesday, Kayla’s phone buzzed to warn her of a text message. Ben wasn’t much into tex
ting so she was pretty sure it wasn’t him but checked just in case. She’d been right—it wasn’t Ben. It was Teri, texting a change of plans. Her ante-natal appointment had been moved back so they’d have to rain-check lunch. Would Kayla mind going home and having lunch and Teri would pick her up for the shopping trip when she was through at the docs?
Kayla immediately texted back to find out if everything was okay with the pregnancy, and was relieved when, two minutes later, Teri confirmed she was fine—just an appointment mix up.
A leisurely lunch at home was followed by some delayed housework after her weekend with a sex-crazed husband, and Teri texted her she’d be there about two thirty, and turned up more or less on the dot.
“Hi, honey.”
“Everything okay?”
“Yes. Everything’s fine. The frog is growing nicely but they think he’s about a week further forward than originally planned so my EDD is only five weeks now, not six. Doctors, hey?”
“Seriously?”
“Yes, seriously. Now can we get with the program? We have some serious shopping to do today. Hop in.”
“Just let me grab my bag.”
Kayla locked the front door and dropped into the passenger seat of the leather interior Lexus and Teri was backing out the drive before she’d even closed the door.
“So, tell me, did I win the bet?”
Kayla giggled and handed her the ten dollar note she’d been carrying in her hand.
“Wow. He was quick.”
“Just a bit. I thought we’d have to get the decorators in!”
Teri raised an eyebrow and, as her friend drove them across town, Kayla quickly filled her in on the details—although not all of them—of the sexually charged weekend she’d spent with her husband.
“So, you made love…what, eight times over the course of the weekend?”
Kayla smirked.
“Including Monday morning…I guess, yes.”
“And Thursday and Friday take you well into double figures.”
“Uh-huh!”
“I bet that’s more than you’ve managed in the previous three weeks, if not a month.”
“I’m not taking any more of your bets, girlfriend. Especially when you’re right.”
“Christ, I hope your birth control is military grade!”
Kayla just repeated the smirk.
“So, I have to ask one more question. Did you tell him everything that happened in the studio?”
The self-satisfied smirk disappeared in an instant. Teri glanced over at her as she maneuvered round a semi and gunned the powerful car forward, looking for a gap to take the mall off-ramp, handling the car like a pro despite the huge bulge the pregnancy made.
“I take it you didn’t tell him about the last scene?”
Kayla shook her head.
“Didn’t tell him about the scene, or didn’t tell him about what happened at the end of it?”
“No… I didn’t tell him anything about that at all. As far as Ben is concerned I left a few minutes after the group did, just talking through a couple of things with Chris. Just as we discussed.”
She fell silent, Teri manipulating the wheel as she found a spot conveniently close to the main entrance to the mall. Once Teri had parked, she undid her seatbelt with obvious relief and turned to face her friend. Kayla could see the concern written over her face.
“What’s the matter? As if I couldn’t guess.”
“I… I…” Kayla cleared her throat and tried again. “I guess… I just don’t like deceiving him.”
Teri laid her hand over Kayla’s and gave her a reassuring squeeze. “Honey, you haven’t lied to him. You’ve just not told him everything. Believe me, it’s better that way.”
“But I feel so wretched about it. I wonder why he hasn’t picked up on that.”
Teri chuckled and Kayla looked at her. “Honey, with the way you’ve been sexing him up, I doubt there’s any way he’d notice anything short of a plane crash! He thinks he’s struck the goldmine. His wife is getting so horny posing nekkid for a bunch of randy old men, all she wants to do is either blow him or fuck him or both…anywhere, anytime, every time.”
“I guess.”
“So, relax, go with the flow. Enjoy today…enjoy your week with Ben, relax and enjoy the day on Saturday, and then Saturday evening go home and fuck Ben to a standstill. Better still, you’re getting paid to do it.”
“But what if I want to try something out with him, like the bondage scene? If I haven’t told him about it, how can I explain that?”
“You wanna get tied up, honey? Or you want to tie him up?”
Kayla chuckled herself this time. “Both, probably.”
“So, wait till after Saturday.”
“Why?”
“Duh! What’s the first shoot on Saturday?”
“I thought—”
“Honey, remember I said Chris would agree to drop the clothes ripping, cutting and the scissors bits. I said we’d sort out a different outfit so that wasn’t needed. I didn’t say he’d cancel that part of the shoot.”
“Oh… God… Yeah, you did, sorry. I wasn’t thinking that straight, I guess.”
“It’s fine…you don’t need to apologize to me, Kayla. It’s me, remember—Teri. Now, come on, let’s go shopping, and the best bit of it…Chris is paying.”
“Is he?”
“I told you that too, airhead!”
Kayla stuck her tongue out and the two laughed as they exited the car and headed for the mall.
“First item on the list is a button-through micro mini, and a cotton halter neck top, then we’ll go after some underwear sets and grab a coffee before we hit the dress shops. Okay?”
Kayla nodded. Buoyed by her friend’s enthusiasm, she followed Teri as she set a brisk pace despite the bulk she was carrying.
* * * *
“Oh… I need a rest. Would you mind doing the honors?”
Teri plonked herself down in one of the armchairs in front of the window and indicated to Kayla to dump the carrier bags on the chair facing her over the low coffee table.
“Sure, what you want?”
“Skinny Macchiato Grande with an extra shot.”
“Do you want anything to eat?”
Teri shook her head. “Nah. I want to get back into my size eight jeans after the frog transforms. So best avoid the pastries. You having one?”
“Nope. Back in a min—looks like there’s no queue.”
Kayla moved over to the counter and, smiling brightly at the barista, placed her order. She’d felt like being virtuous like Teri but ordered a full cream Cappuccino instead. She was pretty sure when Ben saw some of the skimpy underwear she’d just bought on Chris’s account she’d need the energy that night.
She grinned as thoughts of what she’d be doing with her husband passed through her mind and then realized the barista and his assistant were watching her, smiling back at her. She gulped and quickly picked up her tray, not wanting to cause a scene if one of them tried to get her number. She made sure to flash her wedding band as she did so, and their faces fell. She felt somewhat sorry for the two cute guys but that didn’t stop her face from flaming.
“What had you smiling so much, and blushing so red now?”
Kayla shook her head. “Nothing, really. I guess I was day-dreaming and I got worried they’d think I was trying to pick them up.”
“You? Flirting with the baristas? Never.”
Teri giggled and Kayla glanced over to the counter. Business was a little slow, so neither guy was busy and both were watching her.
“They’re still watching.”
“Well, why don’t we unpack one of those Frederick’s carrier bags you left so blatantly on view and see if they blush harder than you?”
“Teri!”
“I think he’d be very interested to see you in that little lacy pink tie-on bra. Especially if you offered to model the matching panties.”
“Stop it.”
Teri took a
sip from her coffee and grinned at her. “Honey, you may think you’re embarrassed but let me tell you something…your nipples just got hard at the thought of showing yourself off that way.”
“They did not.”
Teri nodded her head and Kayla had to admit defeat. Her thin top and equally thin bra underneath were perfectly decent, but neither was thick enough to conceal the fact her nipples had hardened at the wicked thought Teri had implanted.
“We are going to have soooo much fun once I’ve got the frog out and the prince is on formula.”
“We?”
“Oh, yeah. We are going to go on fishing expeditions through every mall in town. The two of us, both with perfect bait, and then go home and let our husbands reap the rewards.”
“No way.”
“I tell you, honey, by the time you’ve finished modeling on this course for Chris, if he hasn’t got another gig lined up for you, you’ll be out here with me getting a different kind of fix. Nailed on, you will.”
“I am not going to flash my panties at anyone in the mall just to give you a thrill.”
Teri brushed her fingers over the back of Kayla’s hand. “Not to give me a thrill—to give yourself one. Besides, who said anything about you wearing anything under your skirt?”
“Teri!”
“Just teasing, Kayla, just teasing. But I honestly feel you’ve let the genie out of the box now, and that could give you a problem putting it back in.”
Kayla shook her head and sipped her coffee, conscious Teri was watching her, and just as conscious of the scrutiny of the two under-employed baristas who hadn’t taken their eyes off her throughout the discussion with her friend. She felt her nipples pucker even more inside her bra, the feeling irritating her sensitive skin, despite the softness of the material of her underwear, and knew they were visible even from that distance. She felt a shiver run down her back and looked up from her coffee into Teri’s smiling eyes.
“See…”
“Stop it!”
Teri chuckled. “Come on, finish the coffee, we need to hit the dress shops next. You need three sexy dresses for Saturday, two short and one long, and I don’t want to have to do any alterations to make them fit for purpose either. We’re going hunting, honey!”
