“That’s better, young man. The truth is that we weren’t planning to leave. We were just teasing. No, we want to give you a show!” said Maxine.
“Yes, a show! Just for you. A very special, private show.”
“Oh that would be amazing. Please give me the show.”
“He wants the show,” said Liz. She turned her body to face Maxine who turned to face her. Ethan was now watching them in profile as they looked into each other’s eyes, hands on each other’s hips, their bodies almost touching. Maxine ran her hands up and down Liz’s sides, feeling her smooth skin contrast with the material of her suspender.
“Maybe we should give him a show, then,” whispered Max. They both glanced at Ethan. He looked a bit pathetic, his body splayed out like that, his dick pointing at his face, his neck stretching like a turtle to get the best view of the end of his bed. But he was enjoying it, they could tell that. There was physical evidence.
Liz had never kissed another woman before. Max brought one hand up to her cheek, they closed their eyes, and their lips met. At first it was hardly perceptible, their mouths barely touching, but then Maxine parted her lips and pushed her tongue forward. Liz enjoyed the sensation of this sensitive kiss far more than she was expecting and she immediately responded. Maxine slipped her hand behind Liz’s head, pulling her closer to her body as the intensity of their kiss increased. Liz almost involuntarily began feeling the slippery satin of Max’s panties and Max did likewise, even pushing her fingers underneath Liz’s knickers to feel her buttocks. The kiss lasted ten seconds, maybe 20. Liz lost track of time. Then Max gently bit Liz’s lower lip, tugging at it with her teeth, and they stopped. Maxine made as if to drop to her knees, but then stopped and looked at Ethan. “Something’s wrong, Elizabeth.”
“Yes. Something’s missing, isn’t it?”
“What… hmm… what’s wrong with this picture?”
“I think what’s wrong is that neither of you are currently riding this thing sticking out here,” laughed Ethan, comically gesturing with his head.
“I don’t believe we asked for your opinion, Ethan,” said Liz.
“No, we didn’t. Shut up and let us think.”
“Hmmm…”
“Hmmm… Ah! Got it!” said Max.
“Ah yes, I know! Shall I get it?”
“Would you be a dear? Must be in the living room.” Liz turned to leave and Maxine gave her a sharp slap on her arse. Liz jumped a little and giggled. Maxine twisted to look at Ethan and shrugged her shoulders. “Couldn’t help myself. What a fucking arse that girl has got. What I wouldn’t do to that.”
“Oh God,” murmured Ethan, evidently fantasising. Liz returned.
“Is this it, Maxine?”
“That’s it Elizabeth. Shall I do the honours?”
“Oh, please do, darling.” Maxine took the item from Liz’s hands and held it up for Ethan to see. It was a black eye mask, rather feline, quite feminine in appearance, coming to a point at the top corners and layered with attractive lace all the way around.
“But, I won’t be able to see!” cried Ethan.
“I’m sorry darling, that is sort of the point,” replied Liz. “Now be a good boy and let Maxine put it on.” Max bent over, deliberately allowing her breasts to hover just centimetres above Ethan’s face. He could smell the scent of her perfume. It drove him crazy. He shot out a tongue and Max bounced backwards.
“Any more of that young man and we shall have to cut it off!” Without warning she smacked him sharply, like a cat bitch-slapping a mouse, on his chest, leaving a white imprint of her hand with a vicious red outline. Ethan screamed in pain and then laughed a little.
“I’ll behave,” he whimpered.
“That’s better. Now, hold still.” Again, she leant across him and this time was able to attach the eye mask without his tongue attacking her. “Now, this is a crucial part of the show. The mind is the most important erogenous zone we have. Everything is about the mind. For men, of course, a lot of it is about sight, too, as you know only too well, so we are going to deprive you of that, at least for a while, so that you may get fully aroused without seeing anything. It will be a completely new and very special experience for you. You may only listen and imagine. Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
“Yes what?”
“Yes, Maxine.”
“Good. Now, to help you, Liz will be providing commentary on everything – and I mean everything – that I am about to do to her. You will not hear a word from me for some time now, Ethan. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Maxine.”
“Good.” There was a moment of silence.
“Maxine is pointing to the living room. I think she wants me to fetch something. A chair, Maxine? She’s nodding, she wants me to get a chair. I’m leaving the room for a moment now to get a chair.” Silence.
“Is she back?” asked Ethan, again with impatience.
“I’m here. But, well, Maxine is standing beside you, her hand is in the air…” Ethan flinched – or tried to, anyway. “And she has one finger to her lips. I think she is warning you that if you say another word without being asked, you will receive another slap to the chest. Nod if you understand, Ethan.” He nodded.
Liz dropped her voice, speaking slowly, sultrily. “She’s coming towards me now. She’s putting her arms around me. I can feel her hands running up and down my back. She smells divine. Mmm, her boobs are pressing against mine. She’s… oh, she’s kissing my neck… now she’s kissing behind my ear, biting it – ow! You naughty girl!” There was the sound of a slap. “I just slapped her arse for that. I’ve got both my hands on her gorgeous booty now – I’ve waited years to do that. I think she’s going to kiss me on the mouth now.” Liz glanced over at Ethan. His body seemed to be straining to hear, to somehow be closer to the action, but he stayed resolutely silent. He heard the sound of kissing for some time and the subtle sounds of hands roaming over bodies.
“Well, that was a very hot, long, passionate kiss. Incredible. Sorry for the radio silence. Now she’s unhooking my bra. It’s fallen to the floor. Mmm, she’s bending down and her tongue is encircling my nipple. She’s taking it in her mouth, ooh, biting it, making it nice and hard. I like that. You know I like that, don’t you, Ethan? I bet all the girls you bite like it too, don’t they? Don’t say anything baby! She’s taking the other nipple in her mouth now. Oh God… Now she’s kissing my torso and unhooking the suspender… just got my panties and stockings on now. She’s on her knees in front of me, her hands running up and down my body. She’s kissing my belly button. It tickles a little bit! Now she’s going lower. Oh fuck, she’s licking the material of my panties, I can feel her, I can feel the pressure on my clit, I can feel her tongue on it… her hands are on my bum now, underneath my panties and she’s just kissing all over my knickers, kissing my skin at the tops of my thighs, oh, take them off, please, take them off…
“She’s sliding them down my legs now, kissing my legs as she slides them to my feet. I’m stepping out of them. She’s picking them up… ha! She’s going to throw them!” Ethan felt some flimsy material land on his stomach – he flinched a little, then smiled.
“Hee hee! Bet you wish you could touch them, don’t you Ethan? She’s pushing me onto the chair now. How do you want me baby? I see, mmm, I like your thinking. I’m on the edge of the seat, Ethan. My legs are open, my right leg is hanging over the arm of the chair and she’s kneeling in front of me now, staring at my pussy. God, I’m so wet, Ethan, I never thought I’d enjoy this this much. I wish you could see how wet I am. I’m staring back at her. Oh God, she’s got her hand down her little knickers, she’s rubbing her cunt, Ethan, she’s rubbing her cunt while she looks at me. Oh God, I’m going to have to touch myself too, I’m licking my fingers now… and now I’m rubbing my clit. Oh fuck, I’m so wet. Lick it, please. Lick it! She’s moving her head forward. She’s… oh… ohhh… she’s teasing me, kissing all around my pussy. Oh, lick it, please! Oh shit yes, ohhh. Oh
my God. Fuck.”
“This is AGONY!” yelled Ethan. Liz looked at him, writhing, squirming on the bed, his penis so hard it looked like it was going to explode.
“ETHAN! Shut up! She’ll slap you!” He let out a helpless moan. “She’s got her mouth open over my clit now. She’s sucking it, oh, quite hard. Harder, baby. Suck it harder. Oh yes, she’s sucking it, biting it. Fuck, she’s much better at this than you are, Ethan. She’s stopped for a moment. She’s licking her middle finger. Now she’s licking my clit again, and… oh yes, baby, yes, she’s pushed that finger inside me, curling it up a little. Oh, wow. Oh. My. God. Just there, just there, baby. Harder. Faster. Oh fuck, she’s sucking on my clit baby, working it with her tongue, and she’s finger-fucking me at the same time, oh God, this is… incredible. I’m grabbing her head now, pushing her harder onto my pussy. Oh God, oh God, oh God, that’s it! There! Oh, I’m close, I’m close! Fuuuuck! No, don’t stop! Don’t stop! Please don’t stop! She’s getting up. The bitch! I was so close!” Liz laughed. Over on the bed, Ethan was gritting his teeth, breathing hard, his chest heaving.
“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you, Ethan?” whispered Liz. “Can he answer, Maxine? Maxine’s shaking her head. Can’t we just touch him a little bit, help him out with that poor boner he’s got there? Maxine’s shaking her head. Just a couple of licks? A couple of sucks? A couple of pulls? She’s shaking her head. Sorry baby, I tried.”
“Fuck’s sake!” he said and a second later he squealed in pain as Maxine landed a hard slap across his chest once more.
“I did warn you baby!” giggled Liz. “What’s she doing anyway? What’s she got over there? Come on, you can’t just leave me like this, baby. Well, she’s taking off her bra. Oh my God those boobs are amazing. Have to admit I’ve wanted to see them for a long, long time. What do you think, Ethan? Oh, you can’t see, I forgot. Well they are incredible. Big and natural and round. Mmm. Perfect. Okay, now she’s taking off her suspender and her panties. And her stockings too. And those high heels. Now, what has she got there? Aaaahhhh!” she screamed, laughing. “I have never seen one of those! Not for real anyway! Oh fuck, are you serious? She’s serious. She’s smiling at me. That naughty smile, Ethan, you know the one. She’s smiling at me and she’s putting it on. God, it’s a strap-on. That thing, it’s jet black, it must be at least eight inches. Are you serious? You’re going to fuck me with that?
“She’s beckoning me towards her. She’s taking my hand. She’s making me hold the cock, Ethan. It’s in my hand now. She’s kissing my neck again. She’s fingering me at the same time…” and then, she murmured, almost imperceptibly, “God I’m so wet, fuck me, baby.” Ethan suddenly felt the bed jerk a little at the bottom end.
“She’s bent me over. I’m facing you now. My hands are on the top of the rails of the bed. My arse is up in the air. She’s feeling it now. She’s standing behind me, that huge dick is just… oh, barely touching my pussy, teasing it… put it in baby, please put it in… it’s sliding in,” she stopped and gasped. “Her hands are gripping my hips and she’s pushing that cock inside me so… slowly… mmm all the way, I can feel her body against my arse… now she’s sliding it out, slowly again… in… out…” Ethan heard a slap.
“Ooh, my bum just got a slap! Faster now, oh God. Yes. Harder baby…” Ethan could feel the bed rocking as the pressure Liz exerted on it with each thrust shoved it back and forth. He could hear them fucking, in his mind he could see it. It was fantastic. “Oh fuck, yes, oh God! Fuck me!” Liz had given up commentary now, all he could hear was her enjoyment at Maxine fucking her, the familiar sounds he had heard before from Liz, only she was more vocal, her words filthier, her moans louder. He loved it. “Oh yes, baby, fuck me, harder! Harder! Oh God, ram that fucking thing in my cunt baby, make me come!”
“Oh fuck, you two, I need to see you! I want you!” No one admonished him this time.
“Do you like this, Ethan? Do you like hearing me get fucked like this? I’m so close baby, don’t stop! Can you feel the bed moving? Can you feel me getting fucked? Is this what you wanted, Ethan? Ohhh God! I’m going to come! Fuck!”
“Oh God yes! Fuck her! I think I’m going to come too! Jesus, I’ve never felt anything like this before!”
Liz was almost screaming in pleasure now as she watched Ethan wriggle and thrash about on the bed. She could see his cock engorged, straining. One lick, one tug, one stroke and she was sure that he would orgasm immediately. “I’m coming! I’m coming! Yes, yes, yes, yes, YES! NOW! Maxine! NOW!”
“I’m gonna come too!” yelled Ethan.
Light. He could see again. The mask had been whipped from his eyes. Everything else happened in just a few seconds. He blinked for a moment, gaining focus. In front of him he saw Liz, her knuckles white as she gripped the rail on the bed and her body jerked back and forth, her face almost angelic, yet consumed with lust. She stared right back at him, grinning. Behind her was not Maxine. It was a man. A young man: slim, attractive. Naked. Fucking her. Fucking his wife. Hard. One hand reaching around her body to cup one of her tits. Right in front of his eyes.
“Oh my God yes! Oh fuck yes!” screamed Liz. And she finally came, closing her eyes, giggling, breathing hard, making the whole bed shudder with the force of her orgasm. The man came too, moaning loudly. In confusion, Ethan glanced to his left, and there was Maxine, fully dressed, holding a bucket.
“What the fu…?” he said, as she flipped the bucket upside down. A cascade of jagged ice cubes tumbled out all over his stomach, his testicles and his thighs, sending a powerful, intense, painful sensation across his body. He yelped in pain. “What the fuck is going on! Get this stuff off me! Oh fuck! That is fucking freezing!”
Liz and Maxine were laughing hard. The man was smiling, looking a little sheepish, it had to be said. Liz was standing up straight now, one arm round the man, the other on his chest. She kissed him on the cheek. Ethan didn’t know where to look – at the ice that was currently freezing his bollocks off, or at his wife standing naked next to a man with a large, semi-erect penis. He wiggled his body back and forth to try and get rid of the ice, but the girls just laughed more as it fell between his legs, under his balls.
“I’m sorry, baby! Where are my manners? I should introduce you! This is my new boyfriend, Andy.” They both began to get dressed.
“Hi, Ethan,” said Andy, quietly. Ethan struggled to find any words.
“Baby. Did you really think I’d reward you for all your cheating by letting you fuck me and my best friend? Really? You’re more arrogant than even I gave you credit for. You didn’t even suspect anything while he was fucking me, did you? You really thought I’d let Max do me with a strap-on to fulfil a fantasy for you!”
“Incredible,” said Max.
“Anyway, my bags are in the other room. I’ll come back another time for the rest of my stuff.” She pulled on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. “Right, I think that’s everything.” She looked at him, powerless, in shock, covered in ice, body stretched out on the bed. “Should we untie him?”
“I don’t know sweetie, it’s your call,” replied Maxine.
“I suppose we should. He might die otherwise, and we’re not monsters, are we?!”
“No, we’re not. Okay, tell you what, I’ll undo one hand. He’ll be able to do the rest himself.” She swiftly untied a knot. Ethan shook his hand about and then reached down to brush the ice off his body.
“Oh look, poor thing! He’s gone all limp!” laughed Liz. “Shall we go, boys and girls?”
Strangers
He stared out of his office window. 8.50am. The building felt like a tomb. Dark, dank, ugly, inescapable. Outside was like salvation. The sun. A breeze. Kids laughing and screeching. He sighed and checked his watch again. 8.51am. She should be along any minute.
He had been watching her every day for a couple of weeks. She generally passed his office at about 8.54am, but sometimes she was earlier. He decided that 8.54am was probably about the latest time she could pas
s and still get her kids to the primary school down the road on time. Then she would usually pass back in front of the office between 9.05am and 9.18am. He imagined that when she passed at 9.18am or later, she must’ve been talking to the other mums and/or dads at the school, gossiping about what their little darlings had been getting up to and making plans to go for lattes later in the week. Maybe they talked about starting a Book Club. Perhaps the mums got together to read Fifty Shades of Grey, hoping it might improve their sex lives.
He looked at his watch again. 8.52am. Other mums and kids trailed past. He sighed. His office phone rang. He ignored it. A police car crept past, as if looking for something.
8.53am. There she was! My God, there she was. That vision. Springy blonde hair. Bouncing big tits. High heels today. Short white skirt. She stood out a mile. Was it really appropriate attire for taking the kids to school? Not that he cared. She was a fantasy made real, out there, just metres away, the other side of the glass.
Her little girl diligently gripped onto her hand and he could tell that the woman was nattering away to her, reassuring her, making her laugh. The boy, a bit older, darted backwards and forwards as if not really in full control of his thoughts. Now he was hiding behind a wall until they walked past, now he was sprinting in front of them and spinning round, pointing his fingers like a gun and making shooting noises. His shirt un-tucked, his hair tousled. The little tearaway.
She was past the window now. This was his favourite bit. Watching her go. That walk. That wiggle. That arse. Jesus Christ, that amazing arse. It made the small hairs on his balls quiver. He leaned into the window until she was out of sight, then returned to his desk.
He sent an email or two and made a quick phone call. At 9.04am, just to be sure, he was back at the window. Waiting.
A few mums straggled by in ones and twos, but she always seemed to walk back alone. Once he did see her ensconced in a large… well, what was the collective noun for a group of mums? A cuddle? A warmth? A smother? A smother of mothers, yes. Just once, anyway. She seemed to like walking alone. Collecting her thoughts. Deciding what to do for the rest of the day.
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