by Vivian Ward
“Whoa!” I yell and laugh. “That almost knocked me off the bed.”
“I know,” his palm caresses the hot area that he just smacked. “And it left such a nice handprint.”
The sadistic tone in his voice is a warning that I’m in over my head, which isn’t unusual when we role play. It awakens something deep inside him that’s so raw and primal.
I absolutely love it.
Grabbing my hips, he drags me to the end of the bed and takes my toy away from me.
“I’ll be in charge of this for a while,” he says.
His hands part my cheeks before he starts rimming me and it feels so good. As his tongue explores my ass, his fingers find the evidence of how much I’m enjoying it.
“Mmm,” he says, pleased. “Somebody likes this.”
Reaching for my toy, he slides it into my slick entrance and continues licking my booty.
“Ohhh,” I whimper as he works my toy in a rhythmic motion that only he’s capable of. “Please,” I hiss.
He’s relentless and doesn’t let up.
“Please what?” he teases, increasing his speed.
“Put it in me,” I beg.
Even though I can’t see him, I can hear him smile when he says, “With pleasure.”
When I hear him squirting lube into his hand, I take the toy from him and begin pleasuring myself.
Carefully, he guides himself into my rear and the stimulation from having both of my holes filled is overwhelming.
“You good?” he asks, slowly fucking my ass.
Even though I’ve grown accustomed to anal sex, he’s still very mindful which is why nobody else is ever allowed back there.
He shares every other part of me so that part is just for him, and he’s very careful which is another reason I won’t let anyone enter the backdoor.
“Yeah,” I say, still working my toy in and out of me. “I’m good.”
He grabs onto my ass cheeks with both of his hands and begins fucking me while I increase the speed of my toy. It feels so good that I can’t stop moaning and I know I won’t last much longer.
I never do.
“Oh fuck,” I cry out. “I’m almost there.”
Wanting him to fuck me harder, I push back against his cock to take more of him inside of me.
“Harder,” I beg him.
Palming my both cheeks, he does just that and picks up his speed and intensity, slamming it into my bottom. I do my best to match his movements with my dildo but lose all composure when he says, “Oh my God, babe! I can feel you fucking yourself with your toy.”
“Oh, fuck,” my hips buck harder against him and my toy. “Oh, God!”
My whole body begins shaking as I come and it’s easily one of the most intense orgasms I’ve ever had. It’s enough to make him reach his peak.
“Shit,” he whispers.
I can feel his legs trembling as he fucks me faster and within seconds, I can feel him coming inside of me.
Waiting for him to finish, I ease off of him as I pull my toy out at the same time. Everything feels like sensory overload as I try to remove both objects from my body, so I have to take it slow.
“Damn, babe,” I say to him, rolling onto my side. “I think we need a shower now.”
It’s been about a week and a half since I’ve talked to or seen Scott, so I decide to message him. When I sign into our email, I see an email from him sitting in the inbox that’s two days old.
Cathy and Brett,
I was thinking about doing a threesome with the two of you, and I thought maybe we could do it the next time we see each other. I know it’s what both of you want and I’m grateful that Brett’s willing to share you.
I’m even more honored that he lets me borrow you on my days off so I thought I’d repay him the favor. You’ll have to tell me when we can all get together and do it because I don’t know his schedule.
And Brett, I know Cathy says you read these emails, so I just want to say thank you. Your wife showed me an amazing time the last time that I was with her, and I appreciate the both of you.
Till next time,
—S.
Geez! I wasn’t expecting that! I figured he’d try to have me all to himself for as long as possible, but I’m glad he’s not.
“Brett! Come here for a minute.”
“I’m busy, babe. What do you need?” he asks.
“I want you to read this email and tell me what you think.”
He rolls his eyes as he scoots his office chair over by me.
“What loser emailed—,” he stops when he realizes I’m not on any of the dating sites where we have accounts.
“Oh, who’s this from?” he tilts his head as he begins reading.
“Scott,” I say.
His eyes scan back and forth across the screen as he reads the email before he gets the biggest shit-eating grin I’ve seen on his face in a long time.
“Cool!” he says.
“What? Are you in third grade? Cool?” I make fun of him.
“Hell yeah,” he smiles, pulling me into his lap. “I love you.”
I kiss him.
“I love you, too. What should I write back and say?”
His eyes roll up, and to the right as he thinks.
“Tell him that we can do it anytime he wants. Even next Monday, if he wants,” he can’t stop gloating.
“What about your work?” I ask.
“He’ll have to come over here, and I’ll just blame my absence on computer problems, or I’ll say we had an Internet outage. There’s nothing they can do about that, and it’s something that happens that I have no control over.”
I smile and laugh at him.
“You’re bad!” I poke his chest with my finger as we give each other Eskimo kisses.
“Want me to show you how bad I can be?”
“No!” I jump off his lap. “I’ve got to get dinner started, plus we’ve got the kids running around,” I protest.
“Like it’s ever stopped us before,” he teases.
“Be good, Brett!” I smile at him. “Okay, I’ll email him back and tell him that he has to come here and then I’ll get dinner started.”
Scott,
Hey! I was just sitting down to email you because I haven’t talked to you, but I saw that you beat me to it. Brett read your email (he says you’re welcome) and we’re so happy that you’re willing to do a threesome with us.
You’re right, it is what we’ve been wanting, and I would love for both of you to take me at one time. That would be so hot. If you’re free on your next day off (Monday), we can do it then, but you’d have to come here because Brett can’t miss much work but he could potentially *have an Internet outage* for a bit.
