Temptation Close

by Scarlett Rush

  ‘Just think,’ she eventually said. ‘If your wife hadn’t been so frigid then none of this would have ever happened!’ Neither knew which one of them she was talking to. She knew her words were breaking the secrecy but she didn’t mind. The blindfold and the gag were only there as a safety measure, to cut initial embarrassment or reservation, to give them a sense of security and ensure they went through with it. Plus there was the thrill of masking her nudity from the one she liked least, keeping his wrists secure so that he couldn’t even touch her, the gorgeous one free to plunder her in the dirtiest ways, the other just a bitch for tying and using. Now she had been partially sated it was time to try something new, to really test their mettle. It meant interrupting the flow so she could find her harness and secure it at her waist. She didn’t mind. They would be glad of the breather. Perhaps the one would enjoy the chance to study the other, still so hard, and imagine what it would be like to bend forward and taste her upon that stiff prick.

  She watched her on top of him, just as she herself had done that first time, her legs bent at the knee and folded beneath her, and spread either side of his body. She watched the lithe back arch a touch, the smooth curves below the trim waist, the little judder at the rise and fall. Then she was being pulled down, her chest to his, being held: the two most beautiful of all, kissing. Close in she could see everything. She could see the glisten on his smooth, taut skin, the trickle from inside going down him. She could taste them, press right in, curl her tongue under the tightened balls to gauge the heaviness, take them into her mouth. She could run her tongue upwards, up the slickness to where he disappeared inside her, into that delectable dark split to tease her more. She could aid their movement, grip the flesh of that perfect behind, so neat and soft, all pushed out and so inviting she couldn’t help but give it a little spanking, even though she had never dreamt of doing such things before.

  She pressed on, gripping the toy at her waist to hold it firm, dropping her weight down onto him to force his bended legs hard against his chest and open him up further. He yelped and strained upon his shackles but she drove on and crammed him full. The other was quickly behind her, breaching that same hole although both were now on offer. The trick was not to be penetrated too deep, not even half way, so that the thrust forward would see him nearly out of her, whilst the withdrawal would see her totally filled. Only these two could work in such harmony for her. Perhaps they would do so again when she was gone. They would have to, in one sense, yet to be revealed to them. On her prompting, they had both unwittingly given their wife exactly the same story of meeting up with old friends - which was either going to be viewed as extremely coincidental or mighty suspicious when the wives inevitably mentioned it to one another. That was a nice thought. She liked the idea of leaving that time-bomb amongst them, primed and ready to go off with her sailing over the horizon.

  With her in control they moved just as she wanted, milking the one, plundering the other; taking her pleasure, above all. This was a different kind of rapture. There was power in the one movement, dirty surrender in the other. Again, she didn’t mind having her release in front of them, because they just felt like her tools. She let herself shriek it; more triumph at her irresistible power over everything. Behind her he was coming close, driving forward hard - almost as if trying to go right through her and into him. ‘Yes, that’s it,’ she said. ‘You up my tight hole and me up his - I’m not sure you even need me here at all.’ Now that was a legacy to encourage. Imagine the two of them being discovered in bed together by their astonished, heartbroken wives!

  The evening kept on, way, way past the unforgettable. Finally, as Nesta’s husband was being moved onto his knees, she herself was moving Roni onto hers, both of them eased forward onto all fours, opening up and already slick. Both Roni’s husband and Hunter were there behind; watching and ready. Then the fingers with the painted nails were curling around him, drawing him in, urging him forward until he was pressing at the little opening, breaching it, sliding slowly ever forward amidst the gasps and the squeals of joy.

  It was all wrong, of course, but none of them could think of that now. They could only shut their eyes tight against the guilt and hope for the time when it might happen again. The boys left five minutes apart for reasons of caution, neither knowing quite what would pass when they were next face to face, whether the blindfold had been enough to ensure nothing need be said at all. Thank goodness for secrets! Hunter left the girls to share the night alone, although fatigue would soon take them over. He would not return again to Temptation Close until the day he was set to leave.

  Gone

  He left with as little fanfare as he came, sat patiently astride his bike outside Eva’s, waiting for her to emerge. Maybe it was just the mood of the day but he cut a lonely figure. All of them had to suppress the urge to run over and hold him. And then he was gone, sliding slowly away all in black, and none of the wives could hand on heart say they really knew for sure what he was: saint or sinner; saviour or manipulating thought-twister; human or monster; true lover or devious philanderer; real or imagined; devil sent to lead them astray or angel of retribution there to give them no more than they deserved.

  Perhaps he was just him, just someone perfect enough for them to make their individual fantasies real, the giver of a golden, warming, illicit moment, a catalyst to transform them into who they wanted to be. Whatever, he was gone now and all of them felt the heavy ache of his leaving. The secrets of the street were safe, the danger over for now. Most of the cracks would even heal. It was better this way: brief and glorious, with his parting snapping the lid tight shut against any repercussions. But all of them, every single one of them, would wish for a day when he returned.

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