I prompted her: "Whether to lead or to submit, you mean?"
"Yes. Part or me enjoys being taken by an alpha male - always has. And when you were watching me… my God, it was like mainlining cocaine."
Taylor was watching us as she now pulled back from my hardness to drag my pants and underwear all the way down my legs. Did she have any idea what was going on between Zoey and I? It appeared almost as though she was focused on a soap opera, her eyes flicking back and forth between us as we spoke.
"I like making you feel good," I said, taking inspiration from Taylor's actions to help Zoey remove her blouse completely. "But I won't do anything with the kind of guy that hits women."
I found myself craving Zoey's pussy, and I'm not sure if it was because she was biting her lip now - which I'd come to know as a surefire signal that she needed me to go down on her - or whether the clear hunger in my eyes had prompted her to begin biting her lip in the anticipation that I was in the mood for a little taste of her sex.
Breathing hard, she sat up and swung a leg over my stomach, straddling me, her skirt hiked up around her waist. She was facing away from me, but her pussy was too far away - down over my stomach. She lay back against my chest, in a natural position for me to reach around her and cup her breasts in my hands, but I felt disappointed she was keeping me from her real prize.
"I won't see him again," she said, her head touching down on my shoulder. "The first time was to hurt you, Aiden. The second time was to be with you."
I couldn't see what was happening down below, but one moment I felt Taylor kissing my cock, and the next my cock brushed through her hair while she still held it firmly, and I got the distinct impression from the wet sounds and the long deep moan from my beloved that this blonde girl was now exploring her bisexuality.
Zoey groaned, bucking and writhing on top of me, one hand supporting her body on my chest, while the other stroked Taylor's hair, encouraging her as she licked her pussy.
I felt so jealous of Taylor just then, so desperately wanting a taste of Zoey's pussy myself.
I tried to keep calm. I said to her: "I don't understand. The second time was to be with me?"
She glanced over her shoulder at me, and said quite clearly: "I was asking him for a divorce."
I felt a jolt of surprise. That I had not been expecting. So - the two of them had not simply gone out in college. They were married. Brandon had not merely been a brute of a boyfriend, he was a fully accredited abusive husband.
The knowledge made me feel sorry for Zoey. Yet this was not a situation ripe for pity. Breathing hard, Zoey pulled back a little from Taylor, and the blonde resumed sucking my cock. Zoey sat forward, so that she could close her hand around my shaft while Taylor managed to lick the tip.
For a moment or two, I felt the strange sensation of two women giving their attention to my manhood together - but then I felt Zoey claim sole ownership, grabbing my cock to slide it up and down her moistened slit a few times.
Her hips moved forward and I let out a long, low growl as I felt my hardness enveloped by the intense heat of her pussy, so tight as she sat on me, firmly staking her ownership rights over me. But as Zoey gyrated her hips to slowly fuck me, I felt the strangest little tickle on my cock where it protruded from her. I looked down to see that Taylor was licking Zoey between her thighs as she straddled my cock. I could feel a little of her licking, her little tongue-tip occasionally dancing over my own flesh while spending most of the time on Zoey's.
Riding my hardness, Zoey kept her hands on Taylor's head as though it were the pommel of a saddle on a rodeo horse.
I only wished I had a better view, but it was nevertheless incredible to hear my Zoey moaning and gasping, with Taylor fingering her clit while moving up to suck on the brunette's nipples and fondle her breasts. It wasn't long before a minor orgasm shuddered its way through Zoey's body.
It was one of those moments that was going to stick in my memory for all time, I'd wager.
"Here," I heard Zoey say breathlessly when her shaking finally subsided. Sitting back on my belly, Zoey slipped my cock out of her pussy, and I realized she was talking to Taylor, offering me to her - even holding my cock out for the blonde.
Taylor slipped my slippery shaft back in her mouth, tasting Zoey's juices as she did so - the blonde certainly wasn't squeamish about the whole girl-on-girl thing.
And now, at last, I had the delightful sight of Zoey shifting back toward my head, hoisting herself up to her feet so she could get the perfect position as she sat down again, on my face. I pulled her soaking little white lace panties to the side again, and now her burning hot pussy was touching down on my nose and lips. Heaven.
Craning my neck a little, and protruding my tongue, I tasted her, her delicious juices flowing freely after her recent climax.
Down below, Taylor was no longer content to simply provide oral service - she sat astride my hips, and then my cock was inside her. Her pussy was very wet, and I glided easily within her as she rode me.
This was glorious. Zoey was now taking charge, rubbing herself over me, no longer concerned about my own welfare. I had to snatch my breaths and keep holding her underwear out of the way while I also concentrated on licking and sucking her where I could.
My every sense was saturated by sex and female power. The sound of two young women getting off on my body, using me as they wished - it was so wonderful.
Zoey was directing us, ordering Taylor up, ordering me up, signaling for Taylor to go on all fours and lick her pussy while she sat back against the headboard and the pillows. Leaving me to slide inside Taylor from the rear, gazing down on her pert behind as I split her cheeks, Zoey going crazy as Taylor ate her out, periodically looking up at me with those sexy mischievous grins.
Insinuating that she could misbehave with random blondes just as easily as I could.
Zoey had the most almighty orgasm - this was something that was as real as it was earth shatteringly loud. She was shaking, juddering, calling out.
I pulled out of Taylor, and as Zoey collapsed back, gasping for breath, the blonde turned over, allowing me to penetrate her missionary-style, holding her thighs firm as I eased back inside her.
After a little while, Zoey picked herself up, and lay beside Taylor, her head moving between the blonde's thighs. Licking Taylor's pussy from above, and then as I periodically withdrew my cock, Zoey was also licking and briefly sucking the tip of my cock.
Zoey looked up at me and smiled warmly, and now I wanted in on Taylor's snatch. I pulled away and ducked down, and now both Zoey and I were tonguing and kissing Taylor's slippery pussy, her wetness all over our fingers and all over our lips, so that when we kissed again, our mouths were soaking with Taylor's sweet candy-flavored juices.
Taylor lay back, and this time her cries seemed genuine, somehow, her orgasm clearly not faked when at last it came, shivering through her body as she yelped like a jackal on fire.
Our cute bottle blonde was asleep in no time and though this had started off as a likely one night stand, I had no intention of making some kind of excuse to get her out of there.
I lay back, and Zoey slithered on top of me, and I think the force of Taylor's orgasm had made both of us forget that I hadn't yet come to my own finish.
Zoey grinned, realizing it as she lay on top of me, feeling my hardness straining up against her.
"You're not going to walk out on me again, are you, Jones?" she whispered, slipping my length inside her hot, soaking pussy.
"Of course not," I said.
"Good," she kissed me. "Although I like the blonde. We'll keep her. I guess I need to think of this kind of reward for you sometimes, when you've served me well."
I kissed her back, smiling. "I only need you," I said. "But I think you've had just as much fun with her."
Zoey was crushing my cock with her pussy, and even though she was hardly moving on top of me, I could feel myself building towards the end.
"I wonder if we might be able to co
nvert her into a dominant female," she said quietly just before the intensity of her body on mine became too much.
I kissed her, and said: "You know, a better idea would be for me to learn how to switch - to dominate you occasionally."
Zoey's eyes flashed with unbridled lust. "That could be something."
She smiled again, and now clamped me with sudden and colossal force, her thighs squeezing mine mercilessly, her vaginal muscles gripping my shaft without a care for my welfare. And then I was bursting forth, my hot seed pumping out inside her, with my entire form rocked by the most intense climax I could remember - yet somehow the force was contained by the pressure she exerted lying on me.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Well who knew, a little reconnection, some careful heart-to-heart talking and forgiveness and promises all round could bring me my own rom-com style resolution?
Only my version of running through the streets of New York to track down the Love of My Life turned out to be Zoey piling into bed to fuck Taylor and yours truly simultaneously, and as it happened for most of the night.
Even if I hadn't opened Taylor's eyes with my oral skills before Zoey turned up, the rest of the night with the two of us must have proved somewhat transformational to her sexual outlook. Well, I didn't complain that Zoey took it upon herself to use me as a tool to teach Taylor how to dominate a man. How could I? I'd half wanted to teach Taylor myself.
And who could have been a better teacher for her, though she only had the one night?
"You know how the best thing in the world is to make a hot guy feel amazing?"
"Of course!"
"Well, turns out if you frustrate them a little first, when you eventually get round to making them feel amazing, they feel a hundred times more amazing."
"Seriously?"
"Yeah - and while you frustrate them a little, you can get them to make you feel amazing. It's win-win, huh?"
"Seems that way. Jesus, should he really be putting his tongue in there so much? Oh my Lord in heaven..."
It was such an intense night, it seemed to flush all the toxins out of my system, out of our system. Along with her central promise never to see Brandon again now that he'd signed the divorce papers, it seemed to wipe our slate clean.
Sure, it was kind of strange to have make-up sex with someone else in the bed with us, but all that seemed fine to the both of us. Appropriate, even. We had an unconventional sexual relationship, and it all seemed to confirm that we'd continue to have an unconventional sexual relationship - we both saw the attraction of exploring ourselves and our boundaries, though we both recognized there could be hard limits to that.
"Fitzroy" - the name of Zoey's childhood pet, became our safe word. If either one of us said it, things would stop, we wouldn't go any further past the comfort zone. It felt reassuring to have that.
"When would you've used it, when we were with Brandon?" Zoey asked me with a wry smile plastered over her face, once we'd settled on the safe word approach.
"I don't know. That first time, maybe as soon as you walked in the room with him. That was quite brutal."
"And the second time?"
"As soon as he started hitting you."
She smiled at that, and we had some kind of gauge for future reference.
Reconnected, I did miss working for Zoey professionally, though I think separating our careers was the right thing to do for the long term. I had to find a whole new way to get motivated in my job - though it helped having a new kind of product to sell.
After being apart for so many months, suddenly our relationship leaped forward, and we were talking about moving in together, and how that really should mean me serving her constantly again - what a thrill. Of course, when I say we talked about it, I mean she suggested it might be nice, and I put in a respectful request for ASAP, please.
We were apart during the working day, apart during conferences and industry exhibitions - yet being apart made it that much sweeter when we were together.
When we are apart, Zoey sent me texts teasing me about running into guys that clearly wanted to dominate her. She wasn't interested in other submissives - that job was clearly filled, though all the men who worked for her remained firmly under her thumb.
When she sent me those teasing texts, I sent replies suggesting maybe this time she should give in to temptation, take a break from her leadership skills to indulge in her occasional desire for the alpha male.
I was okay, knowing Brandon was permanently out of the picture. Knowing that if she did choose to pursue an alpha male, my consent would be sought expressly every step of the way - and this time I'd have the power of the veto.
Because the submissive does have power, it turns out - the underlying power of consent.
Chapter Thirty
I wanted to do something special for her birthday, but the situation was complicated by the fact that she'd promised to be at a conference that week - and was actually to give a speech at the event on her birthday itself.
I was so proud of her, but this was one performance she wouldn't allow me to watch. Said she'd get too nervous. Instead, I would get the before and after. Beforehand, she put me on a free Skype video-call to watch her shower and get dressed prior to her speech, which was in the late afternoon slot.
"Maybe I'll send you the video afterwards, if it goes well," she said, and I knew that possibility was as close as I was going to get to seeing her speech.
"Mmm..." My eyes lit up. "Video? We never talked about videoing you before. That would be hot."
"You have a filthy mind, Jones."
"I blame society."
God she was stunning as she stepped out of the bathroom and the air cleared of the steam that had blocked most of my view while she'd been scrubbing and preening under the flow of the water.
"Actually I'm surprised we haven't thought of it before. Give you something to watch when I'm away on business, dirty boy."
"Maybe you could accidentally leave the Skype connection on tonight."
"Tonight? Am I expecting something to happen after my speech?"
She looked all innocent, propping up her MacBook Air at the right angle next to the television so I could watch her dress in front of the mirror. But as she fished out her hot lace-trimmed black and purple satin lingerie, a scandalously low-cut white blouse and a suit with the shortest skirt I'd ever seen, she knew full well how much she was teasing me.
"You know how those young execs get after they see a beautiful woman on stage telling them what to do," I said.
"Mmm… Maybe I should let one of them get to me this time. It is my birthday."
My heart thumped loudly as her stockings were slowly rolled up those smooth, shapely legs.
"Maybe this is the night," I replied. Nervous, like I was about to take my finals.
Fully dressed, she stood tall, imagining standing up on stage behind the lectern. Smoothing down her skirt so that it covered the maximum possible area of her thighs, yet still scared the crap out of me as I imagined all the guys that would be seeing her like this, swarming all over her as she entered the bar after the final Q&A session was over.
Perhaps after a couple of glasses of dry white, she might pick one of them.
*
She told me later how it went, and that was the best part, made all those nerves worthwhile. This particular conference was not far away, within a hotel in D.C., so she did make it back into our own bed some time in the small hours.
I'd been on tenterhooks all night to find out how it all was for her.
My heart was in my throat as I greeted her at the door, wondering what this experience had done to her. She was breathtakingly beautiful, of course. Hair still slightly messed up from her earlier sex and rapid escape from the scene, while with the gentle rosy glow in her cheeks suggested she had been fully satisfied by the experience - something that warmed me even before she opened up about what happened.
I do like it when she's content.
"I love havin
g you to come home to, Jones," she smiled, running her eyes appreciatively over my bare chest before she stepped up to kiss me.
"I'm glad it pleases you, Ma'am."
"I think what pleases me is if we go straight to the bedroom. Don't you want me to tell you all about it?"
There was wildfire in her eyes. It was intensely thrilling.
"Yes, Ma'am."
But she paused, held me, kissed me again, breathing deeply as she did so. Then she said: "Mmm… you even smell different."
I trembled a little at the thought of her being with another man, a stranger. How sexy she was with such power in her sexuality, and my ultimate submission was that she could get exactly what she wanted, so long as she came back to me afterward. I wasn't just giving her every little ounce of pleasure possible from my own capability, but the possibility of the pleasure another could give as well.
I helped her remove her jacket and hung it up for her, and then she grabbed my hand to lead me through to her bedroom. Our bedroom, as it was now. That was quite something to get used to, living with your partner - something I'd never done before Zoey, of course.
I tried to keep calm as we clambered onto the bed, but it was difficult when she was so fired up, so wonderfully sexual.
I'd noticed she wasn't wearing any stockings now, but as her legs curled up under her, I stole a glimpse that told me she wasn't wearing panties, either. My thickening cock jumped at the sight. I knew she was wearing them during her speech.
For a long while we just sat together there on the bed and kissed.
I never used to appreciate kissing before Zoey. I guess I was always like a lot of guys who just saw kissing as the gateway to other things, and were keen to get past it and onto the good stuff. But really, if you allow it time, if you avoid rushing, and just realize the pleasure that can be had simply from brushing lips against each other, from the tender touch of tongues, from the gentle sucking of face, it was just as sensual as any oral sex.
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