by Megan West
I was starting to deeply regret my decision. This was supposed to be fun and adventurous, but it was far from that now. Then I heard Henry start to laugh. I whipped around.
“Relax,” he told me, “I know what you’re thinking. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have pushed the joke this far.”
“Joke?”
Henry stood up and kissed me. I pulled out of his grasp at first, but then he pinned me to the wall and pressed his lips to my neck, kissing and licking. I breathed out and felt heat coil inside my center once again. It took just a moment before I finally realized– Henry was giving me a giant green light.
And my heart started to race even more.
Four
“Where’s Henry?”
“He’s in the bathroom,” I told Clark as he stood right outside my bedroom.
“Okay…”
“Clark,” I said softly.
I sat on the bed and draped one leg over the other. I hooked my finger in the air and motioned for him to come closer. He glanced at the closed bathroom door before slowly making his way toward me. He stopped short when he noticed I had fixed something to the knob of the bathroom door to keep Henry locked inside.
“Are you- are you serious? He’s trapped in there?”
“I wouldn’t exactly say trapped, Clark. That sounds so dramatic and horrible.”
I stood up and walked right up to him until I could feel his hot breath on my face again. I closed my eyes. This time, I was going to feel his lips. I would finally know what it was like to kiss him. And my husband was right on the other side of the bathroom door, naked and listening to everything. I opened my eyes and looked straight into Clark’s dark brown ones, which seemed to be examining me very carefully. I liked that he didn't shy away from things. What I liked, even more, was that he was waiting for my next move on baited breath.
I reached forward and gingerly placed a hand on his shoulder. I ran my palm down the length of his arm. The feeling of his muscles underneath my hand made my heart pound a little heavier. A tiny smile curled at his lips as my fingers intertwined with his. I pulled him closer, just enough that our bodies were barely touching. He gulped audibly and I smiled. I reached up with my other hand and ran it through his hair.
“Oh, Clark,” I said loud enough for Henry to hear, “I know you’ve anticipated this.”
“Wanted it, more like,” he told me.
“What’s the difference?”
“That I always wanted it, but never thought it would actually happen.”
“And you’re sure of it now?”
“Well, not exactly sure, but…”
I smiled again and drew in a deep breath. My heart was racing and my pulse thundering in my ears. I moved in slowly, bridging the gap between us inch by inch. It was really about to happen. I shut my eyes just before our lips finally touched. Years of lingering sparks between us really built up to this moment. The way his thin lips moved against mine was explosive. I wrapped my hand around the back of his neck and pulled him closer, deepening the kiss.
I got so lost in the moment that it took a second for me to remember what the whole point of this was. I pulled back abruptly, but before Clark had a chance to ask what was wrong, I shoved him against the bathroom door. I smirked, knowing Henry was in there wondering what was going on now. The idea of him sitting in there picturing what his wife must be doing with his friend was so much more of a turn-on than I could have ever imagined.
“Fishing,” I repeated in my mind, over and over, like a drill. That was the word either of us could call out to stop this all if it got to be too much.
“Fishing,” I suddenly gasped against Clark’s lips.
“What?”
He had clearly expected me to kiss him again but, instead, I spoke some random word. He stared at me, waiting for an explanation. His chest rose and fell with every deep breath he took. A part of me felt proud that he was already worked up enough to be breathing heavily.
“If you want this to stop,” I told him, “All you have to say is the word.”
“Fishing?”
“Fishing.”
“Okay, well, trust me… I won’t want this to stop.”
“Good,” I said a bit loudly, “Because I don’t either.”
I gripped his shoulders and kissed him again. I pressed my body up against his and moaned when I felt his hard bulge against my thigh. I moaned again, a bit louder, just to make sure Henry could hear me. There was a little pound on the door, which made me smile against Clark's lips.
Clark stopped and turned back to look at the door, trying to move away from it. I pinned him back by the shoulders and shook my head.
“You’re not going anywhere.”
I grabbed his hand and guided it under my shirt and around my back to unhook my bra. Clark made a sound that was a mix of disbelief and excitement. I lifted my arms and he immediately tore off my shirt and bra.
“Oh, fuck,” he muttered, staring straight at my breasts as my nipples peaked hard under the crisp air.
“Well, are you just going to stare at them?”
“Fuck,” he groaned, reaching forward to take hold of one.
He looked at me for a second before dipping his head and taking one of my perky nipples into his mouth. His tongue circled around it and then gave a little flick. I shut my eyes and threw my head back, moaning again. It was a genuine moan, but I exaggerated how loud and long it was for show. I pushed Clark’s head back and kissed him hard again. I slipped my hand under his shirt and traced the lines of his abdomen with my fingers. He had a six-pack and, as attractive as that was, I much preferred the taut and fit stomach of my husband.
I kissed down his jawline and then sucked on his neck. He was letting out little sounds of pleasure. He had clearly forgotten that he was pushed up against the door of the room my husband was in– or he just didn’t care anymore. I licked his neck at the exact moment I swept over the hard cock in his pants. Clark groaned against my kiss as I unbuckled his belt and made sure the buckle of it slapped against the bathroom door.
“Oh, fuck,” he groaned again, making him miss the sound of Henry thumping on the door again.
I my tongue brushed against his as I slowly unzipped his pants. I wondered if Henry could hear the zipper. When I heard a little whimper from behind the door, I figured he had. I bit Clark’s lower lip before reaching into the opening of his boxers to pull out his hard cock. It was thick and veiny and different from what I was used to with my husband. I couldn’t help myself from taking a step back to look. After all, I had wondered about Clark for so many years.
I looked deep into his eyes and wrapped my hand around his shaft. I started to stroke it, very slowly, while reaching around behind him with my free hand. He was too lost in the pleasure of my touch to realize I was working on opening the bathroom door.
“Come forward a bit,” I warned.
“Huh?”
“Don’t lean against the door.”
Clark took a step forward just before I shoved the bathroom door open. I quickly grabbed Clark’s face with my hand and shoved my mouth against his, kissing him harshly. I stroked him faster, hand gripping around his head. Henry stood by the wall, fully erect, with an expression on his face that I had never seen before. He looked excited and like he wanted to just reach out and touch me. I closed my eyes and kissed Clark more enthusiastically, noisily, even sloppily. I pumped his cock harder until he was groaning into my mouth.
“I can’t believe,” he rasped, “You’re gonna make me come just by touching me.”
“I’m that good,” I giggled against his lips. “But You’re not going to come just yet. I have more use for you.”
I took his hand and pulled him toward the bed. I pushed him back on it and dropped to my knees, looking over my shoulder at Henry the entire time with a devious smirk. My gaze drifted down to my husband’s cock.
“I bet you wish this was your cock don’t you dear?” I asked teasingly as I placed my hands on Clark’s thigh
s and leaned forward. My husband gulped nervously as I grabbed the base of Clark’s cock and pointed it toward my mouth. He drew in a stuttering breath of anticipation. My lips were just centimeters from his throbbing head.
I wanted to take him in my mouth so badly, to taste him, but I wanted this moment to last. I wanted to tease Henry some more. I reached my tongue out and playfully flicked it along Clark’s head. “I bet you wish my tongue was on you.” I smirked as I looked up at Henry with a wink. As I gave Clark another brush of my tongue I couldn’t help but let out a soft moan against his throbbing tip. I felt him twitch under my tongue. So much horny excitement coursed through my veins that I could already feel my tight pussy wetting in anticipation of him pushing inside of me.
I turned to look at Henry and the almost pained look on his face switched something on for me. I leaned forward and swept my tongue over the head of Clark's cock yet again. He groaned and shuddered. I closed my mouth around him and started to bob my head up and down. My lips stretched along his length as I drew back, before slowly easing my way back down his shaft. I moaned and felt hot moisture build up between my thighs even more.
I drew small circles with the tip of my tongue around the head of his cock, teasing him, working every sensitive nerve he had with flicks of warm wet sensations before gently sliding his head between my lips and sealing them around him tightly. Little by little my mouth slipped until he hit the back of my throat and made my eyes water. I looked up at Henry standing next to the bathroom. He grunted hand rocked his hips back and forth as his hand gripped around his cock so tight its head turned a bright red. I never imagined teasing my husband with another man’s dick in my mouth would be so much fun.
I slowly eased my mouth back until Clark’s cock sprang out with a loud pop of my hollowed cheeks. I looked up at Henry with a smile as wiped the wetness from my mouth with the back of my hand. “Do you like watching your wife suck another man’s cock?”
Henry gripped himself a little tighter as he jerked. “Yes.” He panted simply.
I turned back to Clark and licked the length of his cock like a sucker, smiling mischievously around my tongue as I did. “I’ve thought about this day for so long.” I slid my tongue up and down Clark’s length, stopping to slip the head of his cock into my lips. His hips jerked upward off the bed, forcing an extra inch of his cock into my mouth. I looked up at Clark panting and clutching at the covers. I looked over at Henry with Clark’s cock still in my mouth. There was my husband, watching me suck another man off as he slowly masturbated in the corner of the room. There was something so erotic and naughty about the whole situation that made my heart pound inside my chest.
“Damn, Shan. That feels so good.” Clark said as his hips lurched up again. My heart gave a little jolt when I heard him call me Shan. Something about it made me even more excited than I was before.
“Oh fuck.” Clark whispered. I felt him pulse and throb against my tongue as I flattened it along the underside of his cock. I pulled back and ran my tongue in a circle over the head as I turned to look at Henry. With a jolt of excitement, I watched as my husband was touching himself while watching me, his wife, take another man in my mouth.
“I’m- I’m about to come,” Clark warned.
I gave his shaft one last sweep with my tongue before sitting back on my feet. Then I grabbed Clark’s balls and gave him a little tug and squeeze.
“Shit!” He yelped as he tried to roll away from me for a moment.
“You’re not going to come yet. Not before I get a chance to fuck you.” I said with a devilish smirk. I quickly reached underneath my skirt and slipped my panties down my legs. Then I tossed them toward my husband with a giggle.
“Pick those up Henry my dear and smell them. I want you to smell how horny Clark has made me.” He quickly did as he was told. He practically smashed them against his nose and drew a deep breath in. I loved having so much power over these two men. Something about it made me more wet than I had ever been.
I quickly crawled up onto Clark’s lap and grabbed the base of his cock. “Should I put on a con-”
I smashed my fingers against his lips to silence him. “I want you to come inside of me.” He looked at me a little skeptically for a moment until I forcefully grabbed a fistful of his hair. “I’m going to make you come inside of me.” I growled as I reached between us and aimed the head of his cock at my opening.
“Oh fuck!” Clark couldn't stop himself from crying out the instant my wet pussy sealed around the tip of his cock. My eyes clenched shut as I felt my body seal around him. I quickly plopped my ass onto his lap with a smile.
“Come here dear. I want you to get a closer look.” I said, as I turned toward Henry and beckoned him closer with a hook of my finger. He watched as I lifted myself up, the tight pink of my pussy clinging to Clark’s cock as I slid up the length of his shaft. I rode up to his head again before slamming back down with a wet slap that echoed off the bedroom walls. “Fuck you feel so good inside of me!” I helped, rolling my hips on top of his lap and feeling him thrust inside of me.
I enjoyed every inch of his thickness stuffed inside of me. I slowly drew up his length only to slam back down to the hilt, taking it all at once, nice and deep. Henry wrapped my soaking panties around the base of his cock now and started stroking his shaft in rhythm to my pussy pounding Clark’s cock. I knew he could see every vein in his friend’s thick shaft bulging as I bounced up and down. Clark’s eyes locked onto my tits bouncing with every wild buck of my hips.
He reached up and grabbed one of my bouncing breasts. His thumb rolled over my peaked nipple. Just then I started to feel the familiar feeling of heat coiling inside me. I was so close.
“I want you to come inside of me Clark.” I said, rocking my hips to encourage him to push deeper inside of me. “Fill me up!” I begged. Clark pushed up against me, burying his cock deep and hard.
“I’m going to cum! Oh my God!” Clark’s cock twitched as his hips stilled. I bounced on his cock, milking his orgasm. As soon as I felt the first twitch of his cock I fell over the edge. A million tingles exploded along my skin as I crumbled on top of him with panting breath. Clark grabbed my hips and pulled me down, forcing his cock even further as he pumped more of his orgasm into me. As soon as he was done I slipped off of him and rolled to the side.
“You should go get cleaned up in the guest bedroom,” I told him.
Clark nodded and stood up, glancing only briefly over at Henry as he still jerked himself.
I walked over to my husband, who was breathing heavily and still pumping his cock eagerly. I knelt in front of him and grabbed his hand to place it on my wet and used pussy. I forced his finger inside of me. Henry’s cheeks turned red and the flush traveled down to his neck as he felt his friend’s come inside of me.
“What good little husband I have,” I cooed.
“Shit,” he grunted.
I giggled and pulled him toward the bed. “Your turn now.” I said as I pushed him onto the mattress. I placed one foot on either side of him and lowered myself down onto him, until his cock pushed into me in one swift thrust. We both moaned loudly. It didn't take long for me to fuck him up and down before he came inside of me.
I grabbed his hand and guided it to my used pussy. He knew what to do. He knew how to work me into another orgasm, and I was already close to the edge. I laid back on the floor and closed my eyes, fists curled into balls, as he worked me in a way only he knew how. I lifted my chest and my entire body shook as my second orgasm rushed through me, stronger than ever. I didn’t even realize how loud I had been moaning and crying out until I finally laid back, silent and panting.
“Well, that was quite something,” Clark said from the doorway.
Henry and I looked up at him and laughed, nodding in agreement.
It certainly was.
Chapter 1
I always saw my dancing career as temporary. I also made a point of emphasizing the fact that a ‘cage girl’ was a significant step
up from a stripper. I was definitely not a stripper.
“I think they prefer to be called exotic dancers,” my friend, Maria, said.
I snorted, “What's so exotic about taking your clothes off? I do it every damn day when I get home from work, that doesn't make me exotic!”
Strippers, or as Maria called them exotic dancers, were a sore spot for me and it likely had everything to do with the fact that my mother always called me one. To say that my mother and I had an unhealthy relationship was like saying the ocean was only ‘a little wet’. I had a better relationship with my neighbor’s cat who had recently made a habit of dropping by for breakfast.
It was likely my fault that the cat kept coming back. On his first visit, I offered him a packet of tuna from the pantry. When he came back the following day, he'd had to make do with the leftover milk in my cereal bowl. The next morning, he returned and purred and meowed until he was given even more food. That was when I knew I had created a hungry little monster.
