Wanted: No Strings

by Brandy Ayers

  I position her in front of me, not in an effort to hide my erection, because that would be pointless in a place like this. No, I move her there so I can whisper in her ear and have access to her body.

  Indicating a pairing of two men and one woman across the room, I lean down to ask the question I’ve never broached with her since the night with Razor. “Do you ever wish we had gone through with it?”

  “Never.” She leans her head back on my shoulder so she can look me in the eye. “You fill me up more than multiple partners ever could. Not just sexually, though you are very good at that, too.” She gives me her wicked grin again. “But in my soul. In my heart. You fill every inch of my life with love and trust. I could never regret not doing something that could have caused damage to that. I’m not even curious about it anymore. Everything we’ve done in bed has more than satisfied my curiosity on that particular item.”

  I always knew that was how she felt, but it is still nice hearing it confirmed again. “But you like your surprise, right?”

  Looking out over the room again, Francie takes it all in. “I won’t lie. This is all very hot. I would never want to join in, but watching people in this state, in the throes of passion, I can’t deny it fascinates me.” She rubs her ample ass against the bulge in my pants and laughs a little. “Obviously, you like it as well.”

  I can’t help but laugh and groan at the same time as she does a little wiggle against my cock. “Sure, it would be near impossible to walk into a place like this and not immediately pop some wood. But honestly, this is how I am whenever I have you in my arms. You know that.”

  “I do.” I can hear the smile in her voice.

  “I’m also thinking about all the things I’m going to do with this body tonight.” Snaking one of my arms around her body, I press my fingers down into the waist of her skirt, rubbing over the silk panties I insisted she wear. No way was I letting her come to a sex club with no panties on. “First, I’m going to eat your succulent pussy until I’m completely satisfied. It won’t be for your pleasure, though you can be sure you will get plenty. It will be all for me, because there is nothing I love more than tasting your cream.” I dip my fingers under the soaked fabric, sliding them along her slit, but not touching her clit just yet. “Then I’m going to put you to your knees, just like that guy over there.” I indicate the man a few feet from us going to town on another man’s cock. “And you’ll suck me down into your throat until you almost can’t breathe.”

  Francie writhes against me but doesn’t let a sound out, not even a whimper. She knows no one is allowed to hear her needy little noises but me.

  “Then I’ll lay you down on the bed and tease your entrance with the tip of my cock until you beg me for more.” I mimic what I’ve just described with the tip of my finger.

  “Trent, please, what will you do to me then?” Francie’s voice is breathless, and I can sense the struggle in her body not to get too worked up.

  “Then I’m going to push my cock deep inside you and give you the dirtiest fucking missionary sex of your life.” Francie laughs out loud, several people nearby pausing their various ministrations to look in our direction. She turns in my arms, removing my hand from her skirt, and laughs uncontrollably against my shirt.

  Once she has her little burst under control, Francie looks up at me with shining eyes. “Take me upstairs, and give it to me old faithful-style. Now, please.”

  I lean down, giving her a brief but passionate kiss. “Whatever you say, dear. And if you’re good, tomorrow morning I’ll let you sleep until noon so you’ll still get a full eight hours of sleep despite my fucking you all night.”

  “Oh God, you really know how to speak my language, dirty husband.” The world around us fades away. For a moment, it is just Francie and me gazing into each other’s eyes like the lovesick fools we are, and always will be. “I love you.”

  “I love you too, dirty wife.”

  The End

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  About Brandy

  Brandy Ayers is a writer of erotic romance. Or romantic erotica, depending on how you look at it. She has been telling stories in one form or another since she was a child and decided her English / Irish heritage was boring. Instead, for a 4th grade class genealogy assignment, she weaved a tale of mystery and intrigue about her great, great grandpa chief of the Navajo tribe. No one bought it. Brandy lives in Pennsylvania with her husband, son, daughter, neurotic boxer, and Satan worshipping cat.

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