by Mia Moore
“Yeah.”
“Like a code word that means ‘I don’t like this, but I don’t want to blow off everything else’ sort of thing.”
“Yeah.”
“Well, neither of us drink screwdrivers, so that’s a good one.”
“Yeah.” They had thought for a moment, and Steve added, “How about red wine? Neither of us like that either.”
“Yes, that’s a good one. I think we need one more. One that means, ‘I’m not too sure about what we’re doing, so let’s take it slow.”
“Yeah, okay. Got any ideas?”
“Yep!” She’d grinned at him. “A slo gin fizz.”
“I don’t even know what the hell that is? Is it a drink?”
“Yes.”
“Slow gin fizz… I gotta look that up.” He had glanced over at her. They were almost at the nursery for another boring morning. “I think there’s one more. One to say that all is well, and I’m cool. How about ‘The bar’s open’?”
“Yeah, that’s pretty good.” She’d held up her hand, extending a finger for each idea. “‘The bar’s open’ means all is well. ‘Sloe gin fizz’ means ‘let’s take this thing we’re doing right now slow, I’m not too sure, but I don’t want to bail yet. ‘Red wine’ means I don’t like this thing we’re doing, but I don’t want to go home, and finally ‘Screwdriver’ means let’s get the heck out of here.” She had turned to Steve. “Did I get everything?”
Pulling into a parking spot at the nursery, he’d answered. “Yeah, pretty much.”
Two hours later, they had loaded the back of their 4x4 with bags of supplies and bulbs for Fall planting. The beautiful morning had been shot for him, and after they got home he was going to have to unload the car and bring it all into the back yard. He hadn’t minded that part much; it was the two hours spent inside the store that had always been annoying.
What the hell, he’d thought as they were heading home. “You know something, I think that slo gin fizz and drink stuff was a good idea for us.”
She’d patted his leg. “I think so too. Anything that can improve communication can’t be a bad idea. And if we’re going to do more bi stuff, it’s a good idea to stay on the same page.”
“Or other stuff.”
“What do you mean?”
Oh well, maybe this wasn’t a good idea. He’d thought it was a good idea, but he hadn’t wanted a fight either. Shit. He’d chickened out. “Ahhh… nothing.”
She’d turned in her seat. “Nothing? No, Steve, there’s something. What is it?”
He’d glanced at her and back to the road. His mouth had a strange purse to his lips. “Well, I don’t want to hurt your feelings or anything, okay? But I got to say standing around at the garden store for the last two hours or so… I didn’t … shit… ‘Red Wine’, okay? I’d rather have spent that time on the driving range.”
And that was that. Turned out that Tara sometimes felt rushed at the garden store when Steve was with her. He had a terrible sense of color and landscaping, so his ideas about which flowers and plantings were usually, hell, always shot down.
After that discussion that began as a debate over which was a better cock to suck, cut or uncut, and ended over golf and gardens,Steve spent his mornings at the driving range while Tara hit the garden store. She’d drop him off, have the store staff load the car, and pick him up on the way home.
Win fucking win! And that was only the beginning. They talked with each other with more honesty, and sensitivity in the last six months than they had in the previous years of their marriage. Martyrdom was thrown under the bus, and in its place there was a deepening… what? Friendship? No, something more than that.
A stronger marriage. Who’d ever think that talking about blow jobs could improve and deepen your marriage? Sucking cock gets you more golf?
Steve was really, really getting the idea about soul mates. His fucking heart felt so full. Shit, he was having a glitz alert. He tossed the spreadsheet printout he was looking at aside and grabbed his cell phone to send a text.
Hey… just telling U I’m thinking of you
He hit send and went back to work. Or tried to. He no sooner had picked up the spreadsheet when his cell phone buzzed.
Feeling horny? ☺
He had to smile. He couldn’t blame her.
No, just happy. Last night was great. Thinking of how great sex becomes great golf!
She popped back immediately.
????
Now he laughed out loud.
I’ll explain tonight! Love you!
The next one came back even faster.
I love you too. CYa2nite!
He explained himself and the texts when they were home from work. Tara got even more glitzy than him. Shit, she got misty eyed. They made gentle, sweet love, took a shower afterwards and ordered Chinese food. They watched some TV as they ate and headed to bed early.
Later, cuddling into his body, she asked, “So, have you come up with any ideas on what you’d like to play at next?”
“Yeah, I’ve been kicking some ideas around in my head.”
“Oh really? You have my attention. What kind of ideas?”
He folded his hands under his head. “Well, how about I make it a surprise?”
“I love surprises! What is it?”
“You’ll have to wait and see, won’t you?”
“Don’t like the wait part about surprises.”
He laughed.
Chapter 14
On Saturday evening Steve asked Tara if they could spend the night in. She wanted to see the latest James Bond movie, but it was okay. She had worked in her garden in the afternoon more than she had anticipated and was a little on the tired side. Earlier, they’d dropped the baby off at Grandma’s so they could have a night alone at home.
“Not too tired for some hubba hubba later, I hope?” he asked. They were sitting at the dining room table finishing dinner. He’d outdone himself preparing dinner-- rib steak, baked potatoes, garlic shrimp and asparagus.
She stroked his face. “There’s always energy for hubba hubba, hubby.”
“How about we watch a hubba hubba movie then? I was thinking ‘Eyes Wide Shut’.”
“Sounds like a plan.”
“Why don’t you go take a bath, and slip into something more comfortable? Like your black lace nightgown?”
Romantic on a warm evening… “No sweats?” she asked, with an arched eyebrow. “What are you up to?”
“Me? Not a damn thing. It’s just that you look hot in that nightgown, and I haven’t seen you in it in a while.” He raised his hands in mock surrender. “Look, if you want me to wear something you think is hot, that’s fair.”
She headed towards the bathroom to start the bath. Over her shoulder she said “Why don’t you get into your sweats? It’ll be easier to get you out of them.”
After she had the bath scented with her favorite bath oil, she called to him, “You could probably use a shower yourself, Steve.”
While she sat luxuriating in her bubble bath, Steve came in and jumped in the shower stall. She didn’t bother to ask him to join her in the tub, he never liked taking baths. He was a hot tub guy and shower dude as he put it. He was in and out in less than ten minutes.
“You going to be done soon, honey?” He watched her sponge bubbles onto her shoulders.
The bath felt sooo good. But yeah, she better get out before her skin turned prunish. She pulled the drain plug. “Be out in a few.”
After she dried herself she put on just a dab of perfume, choosing the scent that always drove him wild, applying it sparingly. The night was getting late, and she didn’t want to overpower him when they went to sleep. She brushed her hair, put on a touch of makeup and headed down the hall to the living room, the satin of her nightgown stroking her thighs with each step.
She rounded the corner and stopped, shocked. Steve was kneeling, naked on top of the coffee table, his back to her. His face was planted in the crotch of a burly man, who graspe
d Steve’s head in his hands, fucking his mouth.
The man’s blue jeans were pulled halfway down to his knees, his flannel shirt unbuttoned showing a mat of grey hair, already sheened with sweat. His lips showed an evil smile through the salt and pepper beard as he gazed down watching his cock and Steve sucking it. His dark eyes gazed through a mask that covered the top of his face.
“That’s right, motherfucker, you get me nice and hard so I can service your slut wife,” He growled when Tara walked in.
“Steve!” She stepped into the room and shrieked when each of her arms was grabbed from behind. She flung her head from side to side, seeing two more thugs, also masked, and grinning lecherously.
“You can scream all you want baby, rich folk like you don’t have neighbors in earshot,” the shorter of the two giggled. “Good thing, too, ‘cuz you’re going to be screaming all night long.” He had his mouth close to hers, and she could smell peppermint. His hands were calloused and strong, gripping her in vise. Glancing across her shoulder, “Ain’t that right, Eric?”
“Don’t know who’s going to scream louder, Chuck, this bitch or her faggot husband.” Eric almost lifted her off her feet with one hand. “Don’t care either. I love it when they squeal!”
The two of them dragged her to the coffee table where Steve was still sucking the big guy’s cock.
“Hey Joel, don’t wear the guy out, I want me some of that mouth on my cock before I fuck this bitch.” It was the first guy.
Chuck she thought. She’d have no problem remembering their names.
“Yeah, you’re probably right. He does have a sexy mouth though. I can’t decide which hole I’m gonna come in yet.” He pulled his cock out of Steve’s mouth with a pop.
Steve looked over to Tara, “Baby, I’m sorry! They came in so fast I couldn’t do anything!”
“Shut up, punk!” Joel slapped Steve’s cheek with his cock. Steve gulped and pulled his lips together.
“Who do you animals think you are!” Tara shouted. “What do you want?”
The three men laughed. “What do we want?” Joel, grasped Steve’s head by his hair. “We’ll just show you, how about that?” He pulled Steve off the couch and holding him by the back of the hair, marched him into the dining room with one hand, the other holding his pants up. Chuck and Eric dragged Tara behind them.
The six chairs of the blonde oak table, were pulled off to the side and a roll of clothesline and the butcher knife from her kitchen lay on the table.
All three of the men wore blue jeans, unlaced work boots and flannel shirts, unbuttoned.
Joel deposited Steve into one of the kitchen chairs and grabbed the rope and knife. He hummed a tune as he cut pieces the length of his arm and passed them to Chuck. Steve’s legs were tied to the chair, but his arms were left free.
“Okay, that’s done.” Joel kicked off his work boots and slithered out of his jeans. Wearing only his shirt, he stepped into the kitchen and dropped the knife in the sink. Tara watched his tight buns peek out from under the flap of his shirt. A deep hollow on his ass cheeks appeared and vanished with each step he took.
Eric, who appeared to be the youngest of the three goons, had her body pressed into him. His hands were rough, and she felt calluses through the sheer satin covering her arms. He pushed his crotch into the crack of her ass, and when she tried to flex away, he jerked her back to him.
“Don’t be stupid, baby. You know what’s going to happen.” His voice was hot in her ear. He rubbed his face against her cheek, “Mmm… I hope you taste half as good as you smell, baby.” Again, a whiff of breath mint caught her by surprise.
Joel rapped his knuckles on the dining room table. “Okay, we’re gonna take what we want, and then we’ll be gone.” He looked from Steve to Tara. “You two go with the program, and there’ll be no problems. Give us any problems, and we’ll make it hard for you, you understand?”
He looked at Tara. She gulped and nodded her head slightly. He turned to Steve who also nodded.
“Good! And to start, you better make me hard again, boy!” He stepped over to Steve, massaging his cock with his hand. He stopped in front of him and put his hands on his hips. “You want it, don’t ya boy? You want this cock in your mouth, don’t ya?” He flexed his hips at Steve’s face, causing his prick to jiggle.
Wide eyed, Steve stared at Joel’s cock. Tara could see it was at least six inches long, and it wasn’t fully erect yet. As she watched Steve silently nod to Joel, one of Eric’s hands left her arm and stroked her torso, from her breasts down to her groin, pulling her ass harder into his crotch. She didn’t resist, she was transfixed on her husband.
His voice low, Joel said, “Then come and get it boy.”
Steve reached out with both hands to the uncircumcised shaft. One hand cupped Joel’s hairless balls as his other stretched the foreskin back. He bent forward, and began to lick around the crown of Joel’s cock with a slippery tongue.
“Sheee-it! I knew you’d be good when you put your mind to it, boy!” Joel pulled his head back and took a half step into Steve. He cradled the back of Steve’s head, gently, urging him on.
“Yeah, now down the side of it, boy, yeah… that’s right.” Steve’s tongue was dripping wet with salvia, slowly licking a broad stroke, the length of the shaft. When he got down to his balls, he opened his mouth wide, taking as much of the man’s sac into his mouth as he could, and gently sucked on them.
He raised his head, a small line of drool on his lower lip, looked into his captor’s eyes as he ran his tongue tantalizingly slowly back up the length. When he got to the crown, he released Joel’s foreskin and keeping his lips firm, he sucked the cock again.
The only sounds in the room were Joel’s gasps as Steve sucked his cock. Everyone else held their breath as they watched.
Eric released Tara’s arms and his hands rubbed firmly, up and down her front. Gently, he pinched one, then the other nipple as he ground his hips into her ass. She stiffened, but despite herself, she pressed back into him. When she did, he pinched her nipples harder through the satin fabric.
“You like watching your guy suck a man’s cock, don’t you, baby?” He whispered in her ear.
Tara nodded slightly.
“I love sucking cock too…” he breathed. “I love fucking pussy with a big stiff cock cumming in my mouth…” The fingers of one hand were below her waist, rubbed soft circles on her tummy, going lower and lower to her crotch. “A nice hot cunt like yours… already oozing another guy’s cum… and then me up inside you…” His hand dropped lower and lower. “And a thick cock spurting in my mouth at the same time…” His low voice trailed off.
She stood on her toes and leaned back into him with a whimper.
“Yeah, you like that idea too…” His hand dropped to her crotch, teasing the top of her pussy, so damn close to her clit, and just too far away. She whimpered again, and pulled his arm lower. His hand became still, pressing firmly into her flesh. “Oh yeah, that’s hot, baby… look at them now…”
Joel’s leg was lifted, his foot on the chair, and with both of Steve’s hands grasping his cock, Joel plunged in and out of Steve’s mouth with a deliberate rhythm.
“That’s right boy, keep your wet mouth tight on my cock! Yeah!” He pulled out of Steve and stood back.
“Nooo…” Steve whimpered.
“You gonna give us any trouble, boy?”
“No! We won’t give you trouble!”
“That’s good. I’m gonna fuck your mouth some more then.” Joel nodded to the man who had tied Steve up. “Okay Chuck, untie his legs. I got a present for him.”
Chuck had gotten naked while Joel and Eric were pleasuring themselves with the couple. His cock, a short but very fat sausage, oozed precum. He stepped over to the two men, held his glistening palm and fingers up. “Who wants a taste?”
Joel grabbed his wrist. “I love precum the best, man,” He licked and sucked his friend’s hand. “Mmm… good load’s in your balls, bro!” The tw
o men high fived, and Chuck squatted. In a moment, Steve’s legs were once more free.
Before he stood up, Chuck leaned into Steve’s crotch and licked the head of his cock.
He looked up to Joel. “You’re making the man excited, bro, he’s all drizzly too, and nobody even touched him!” He stood and backed away, watching the two couples again, stroking his shaft.
Joel stepped in front of Steve. “Open wide…” His cock was engulfed by Steve’s mouth as he pushed Steve to the back of the chair. With a soft grunt, Joel lifted one of Steve’s legs into the air, and pulled his ass forward, to the edge of the chair.
“Got you spread open like a wishbone, boy!” Joel cackled and hooked Steve’s leg over his shoulder. Steve’s other leg pressed into the floor, preventing his from sliding off the seat, while his hands clutched the edge of the chair.
Joel raised his finger to his mouth and wet it with thick spit. Steve watched him with wide eyes as he continued to suck Joel’s cock.
“You know what’s coming now, don’t ya?” Joel slid his wet finger down to the crack of Steve’s ass and pushed it inside, while flexing his hips, pushing his cock deeper still into Steve’s mouth.
Tara trembled as she watched--Steve impaled on Joel’s finger and cock. She could tell by the smoothness on his forehead that Steve wasn’t stressed out by this invasion. He was getting into this as much as she was!
Ignoring Eric’s arms, her hands slipped inside the drape of the negligee, stroking her pussy and spreading her legs apart.
“Oh, no you don’t!” Eric grabbed her by the shoulders again, and marched her to the dining room table. Oh God, please… He bent her over the edge of the wooden surface.
“Get on up there, and turn around baby,” Eric ordered. Chuck smiled and stepped closer.
When Tara was on the table, Eric and Chuck pulled her ass to the edge. Turning her head, she watched her husband straining to get his mouth as deeply as he could on Joel’s shaft, sitting in such an odd position.
When her ankles were yanked, her head snapped around to see Eric standing between her feet.
