by Rain, Renee
“Hmm, I don’t think so, you look a little bigger than I’m used to and I’m trying to have kids someday.” They ran their lips across each others. Hearing her say that she wanted to have kids one day turned him on even more. He put one arm around her waist and started kissing from her collar bone up her neck. She didn’t know why in the world she let him suck on her neck knowing it would leave a mark, but it definitely felt good and made her more open to him.
“You can get on top and be in control,” he placed his mouth over hers. She didn’t want to be in control of anything at that moment. She felt a pulsation in her clit and a desire to tighten her walls. Her body was definitely warming up to him and she wasn’t thinking about anyone else. He slid his hand under the covers and up her thigh. As he continued sucking and licking her neck, she felt his finger move her panties aside to feel the wetness behind them. He stood up, directed her to lay across the bed with her legs dangling. The way he looked at her caused her arousal to soar. He pulled at her panties and she lifted her butt to help him remove them. He kneeled to the floor and spread her legs and then her lips. She felt his wet tongue glide up and down her cleanly shaved pussy. The way he sucked her clit and finger fucked her made her forget that she didn’t know his last name. “I think I have to pee,” she said as she started scooting back onto the bed. She heard him mumble, but he was not letting her go. She felt her insides tighten up as he continued in and out with his finger. “Oh Jesus….Oh…...” she moaned as she released a much needed orgasm.
He slowly stopped. Soon he stood up and stroked his long, thick dick with his wet hand as he stared at her. His dick looked the way you would imagine a country boy named Henry’s dick to be. She pulled the rest of her clothes off and instinctively spread her legs wider to welcome him. “Okay Bri, he’s not going to love you. He may never call you. But he is going to fuck you with that Heaven sent tool of his and you just might not need any more dick for a year.” She coached herself as she recalled what he said to her. The thought of “just being fucked” turned her on. Under any other circumstance, having a man tell her that he was just going to fuck her would have caused her to get up and leave.
He kissed her stomach and then up to her breast. He climbed atop of her and prepared to enter. He rubbed the head of his dick up and down the entrance of her pussy until it was covered in her body dew. He slowly slid it in a little bit at a time them would pull it back out, then he would advance a little bit more and pull out. He did this until he had every inch in her all while looking in her eyes to gauge her reaction. “Are you okay?” He truly seemed concerned as she shook her head yes. She was scared to try speaking because in reality, he had so much length and girth; she thought that she would scream if she opened her mouth. She had her teeth clenched together as he started pumping at a moderate pace. He told her to tell him if it was too much. And as much as she wanted to scream like she was being murdered, she simply turned her head into a pillow. He turned her face and demanded that she look at him. “Tell me when it too much,” he started pumping harder. She could feel a tear fall from her eye as he continued staring at her as he stroked in and out. “Do you want me to stop?” She shook her head ‘no’.
There was something about looking into his eyes as he pulled himself in and out of her. She had never done it before, but having him demand that she keep her eyes on him woke something up in her and caused her nipples to get extremely stiff. She found herself receiving pleasure from him all but wrecking her insides. He must have been 9 or 10 inches long with 5 or 6 inches of girth. She could feel her walls tightening up and he began to pump harder and faster. “Oh, there you go,” he moaned as he felt a new rush of wetness come from her. She closed her eyes and he demanded again that she look at him. Her moans got louder and he asked if she wanted him to stop. “No, please don’t,” was all she could get out. She felt him lay his head next to hers as he moaned “I’ll stop fucking you right now, just tell me to stop.” She wrapped her legs around him. “Please keep fucking me”. He let out some mumbles that she couldn’t comprehend then he moaned of how good she was taking his dick. He started moving his ass in a slower circular motion. All she could think about was ‘when was this man going to cum?’ He buried his face in the pillow next to her face. He started picking up the pace and let out more of a grunt as he finally reached his breaking point. Five harder, more deliberate pumps and he stopped. She could finally breathe.
“I’m sorry,” he was panting as he tried to catch his breath, “I meant to pull out.” He kissed her necked and took some more deep breaths. “Are you on the pill or IUD?” All she could do was laugh. “It’s a little too late to inquire about that don’t you think?”
“It’s okay. Rachel has some Plan B in the bathroom.” He stated as if he had said this to a hundred others. Sabrina thought she would choke. She told him that she was on the pill. “Look, don’t play with me. My wife would kill both of us if I got you pregnant.” His tone was serious as he looked at her with sternness. The lust and passion had been turned off. With an attitude she told him that she was on the pill. She slid to a dry spot on the bed and tucked a pillow under her head. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be so harsh sounding.” He kissed the back of her neck. She turned to face him and he continued kissing her neck. After a few moments, he stopped kissing her and stared with a curious look on his face. “Did you enjoy being with me?”She looked at him and asked why. “Well, I don’t know any polite way to say it. It’s just that I really enjoyed you and that rarely happens. I mean I always enjoy being with a woman, but most of the time I get cut off short cause they get too dry or they just feel a need to stop. So, I just wondered if you really enjoyed it or if you were just trying to please me.”
“No, I really liked it.” She was short with her answer and felt a little bashful about answering. He smiled. “So is there any way we could do this again. Maybe with less alcohol and keep it between the two of us?” She wanted to laugh; but she knew that he wouldn’t have asked if he weren’t serious. She told him that she didn’t think it could be done. The fact was that she was thinking about being done with Rome and all of this as soon as the night was over. He covered her up and kissed her on the cheek. She felt like she was being put to bed by prince charming as he told her to get some sleep.
She woke up to the sound of voices in the distant and the smell of breakfast. It was 12:15pm. Her head was pounding and it felt no better between her legs. She got up and headed to the on suite bathroom to get cleaned up. A white towel, two matching wash clothes and a new toothbrush and toothpaste were laid out for her. She saw the different soaps Rachel referred to. A hot shower and some toothpaste in her mouth almost made her feel restored. She got dressed and headed out to see where the voices and nauseating smell of breakfast was coming from. She knew that she had too much to drink when the smell of scrambled eggs and bacon didn’t appeal to her.
Rachel was standing at the other end of the hallway greeting her with a smile. “Girl you look like you need something to take the pain away.” Sabrina just smiled thinking this chick must be on some wonderful medication. When she turned the corner, Henry and Rome were sitting at the counter in the kitchen.
“We just started eating. Sit down and I’ll fix you a plate.” Rachel spoke with energy that could not be linked to a hangover. Sabrina quietly told her that she was not hungry.
Everything was cleaned as if there hadn’t been a house full of people just a few hours ago. Rome reached his arm out to her and asked how she was. She just nodded her head and avoided eye contact with everyone. He put his arm around her waist pulling her closer and kissed her on the forehead. “Damn, he must have put that kitty in its place.” He smile and pulled her in as she tried to pull away. She felt ashamed and jokes were the last thing she needed. He asked her to eat some toast which thankfully was plain and Rachel offered a cup of coffee. She looked at her to thank her as she sat a cup on the counter. Rachel looked at her for a moment, looked at Henry who was sitting silently, then shr
ugged her shoulders and walked into the family room to use the phone.
It was silent in the kitchen for a while and Rome couldn’t stand it. “Dude, what the hell happened? You all quiet and shit. She all quiet.” He looked at Henry. Henry got up and walked towards the back door, as he passed the two, he stated to Rome “It’s all good”. Then he looked at Sabrina. “It’s all real good.” Once again, she got that urge to tighten up everything in her body as he spoke those words. He asked Rome to come talk with him and the two headed out to the patio.
As they were walking out, Rachel was heading back into the kitchen. She pulled a stool close to Sabrina and sat down. She was really pleasant as she asked her if she would consider coming back. “I don’t know,” was the only drama free answer that entered her mind. She leaned into Sabrina’s personal space. “My husband texted me this morning. He likes the way you handle him and wants you to come back. Actually, we would both like for you to come back.” As she said this, Sabrina took a drink of coffee to get her out of her space. She could feel Rachel staring, but she looked straight ahead. She told her that she didn’t think this was something she would want to do again and Rachel immediately asked why.
“Don’t get me wrong, it wasn’t bad…I mean at first it was kind of weird but after a while….” Just then, her inner voice told her to shut up before she told this woman that she enjoyed being fucked by her husband. Rachel stood up and walked behind Sabrina. She placed her hands on her shoulders and began too gently rub them. Sabrina was tense, but feeling really uncomfortable with her position. “Look, Henry is a good man. He is respectful, generous and has his finances in order. And the fact is, he loves the ground that I walk on and I do love him. The problem is, I’m not in love with him and I really don’t care to receive a single inch of his dick. I’m not attracted to him like that.”
She was serious and had to see the disbelief on Sabrina’s face when she turned to look at her. Rachel ran her hand across her face like a man would when he’s admiring a woman. “I know you’re with Rome, and this isn’t something you’re really in to. But I like you. Henry really likes you. And we would like to get to know you better. Maybe a few of your expenses could be worked out if you come and visit us every now and then- alone of course.” She kissed her on the lips and told her how good she smelled. She then stood back waiting on a reaction or response. Sabrina was dumb founded for a minute then had to clarify that she was asking her to come back to sleep with her and her husband. She told her that it was only taboo because she had never done it. “You’ve never had a serious orgasm until you’ve had your clit sucked while you are being fucked,” Rachel stated in a matter of fact tone. Sabrina took this as her queue to see if Rome was ready to go. The only thing she could think was that there was something seriously wrong with this woman. “No I don’t do girls,” she then stood up to see if Rome could be seen from where she was standing. Rachel started laughing and said, “Okay, Okay. I don’t need you to do me. I just want you to come and do him every now and then. I would like to watch and touch, but I don’t have to. I do however; need a mistress for my man that I can be cool with. Like I said, I love him, I’m not giving him up, but I don’t want to fuck him.” Sabrina felt that Rachel was sharing too much information when she told her that she has never had an orgasm when Henry penetrated her.
She was so glad to see the guys walking back in the door. She had no idea what their conversation out there was about, but she didn’t really care. Rome grabbed his keys off the counter- a clear indication that he was ready to leave. It had begun raining and he said that he was going to get the car so she didn’t have to walk far. Rachel thanked the two for coming, whispered to Sabrina to think about coming back and walked down the hallway. Henry walked them to the door and stood with Sabrina as Rome went to get the car. “So uh, are you good?” Henry asked. She looked at him briefly and said yes before looking back out the door. “I don’t usually push up on my boys’ women, but um….” He causally looked behind him to see if Rachel was within ear shot, “take my card. This is my spot if you ever want to just hand out, talk, let loose or just fuck. Just tell the guy at the door you’re there to see me. I’ll put you on my permanent list.” She tucked the card into her purse to be polite just as Rome pulled up to the door.
The ride home was quiet. She wouldn’t dare ask Rome how his night was and prayed that he didn’t ask her. Her car was at his house and all she could think about was how fast she would be able to speed away. Rome knew she was bothered by this whole ordeal and asked her to step inside for minute. “Just for a minute then I have to go,” she stated.
He asked if she was thirsty as he sat his keys on the table. She told him that she was nauseated and that it would be best that she went home. “Come talk to me,” he said as he sat down on the couch. Sabrina walked over to him and he pulled her to sit on his lap. “This isn’t for you is it?” He was really sincere sounding as he rubbed her back.
“No I don’t think so. I mean the thought was bad enough, but to actually do it and then sit with you all afterwards like nothing happened- no I just feel nasty.” She slid off his lap and sat on the couch. “I know what you mean. Some people can do it freely from the start. Some evolve and find more pleasure with each episode. Some can never do it.” He kissed her neck but she couldn’t help but to pull away. She asked him why he didn’t make it clear that this was what he liked from day one and asked why he and his group of friends choose to live like this. He shrugged his shoulders. He told her that he enjoys the rush of being with different women. “I always use a rubber, but there is just something about feeling the walls of different women. The different degrees of tightness, the different ways you all climax and I like knowing that there will be no drama when you get out of bed because it’s understood.” She was sure that he was getting aroused and she was getting irritated. “Well, I need to go.” She got up and he walked her to the door. When she looked down she wasn’t surprised that indeed he had a hard on. “So you’re not dumping me are you?” he asked as he was trying to adjust his pants. He knew that she wasn’t cut out for the lifestyle, but at the same time didn’t want to let her go. She told him that she would still answer his calls, but that this was more than she could stomach for the moment.
The drive home seemed extra long. She had heard in random conversations of people doing stuff like this- swinging and swapping, but she would have never thought that a bunch of professional white-collared men and women would take up sex as a recreation. Henry entered her mind. She wouldn’t dare tell Rome that no condom was used. Nor would she tell him how much she really enjoyed being with his friend. As much as she talked down about the whole scenario, she found herself thinking about what it might be like to sleep with Scott, Carl and Todd. Kent crossed her mind for a second, but he was so short- it was more of a funny thought than a lustful thought. But the others, wow, the others were just as tall and built as Henry and Rome. “Damn, is this how it evolves?” she thought. “Is this how one gets hooked on the lifestyle?”
Her thoughts were interrupted by her phone ringing. It was Tamera. She worked at the health department in a neighboring county and they usually meet up at least once a week for lunch or shopping. Sabrina missed her this week. “Girl what have you been up to?” was her traditional greeting as Sabrina answered her phone with a ‘hello’. She told her that she was on her way home from Rome’s. “Oh, a night out with Rome, it must have been good,” she giggled. “Girl you just don’t know,” was her reply to Tamera’s sarcasm. “No, we went a party that some of his friends had last night,” before she could finish her friend cut her off asking if he had any good looking single friends. She told her that they are all married and Tamera just sighed. “So which of his mysterious friends had this party?” she asked. Sabrina told her his name- Henry and she immediately asked if he was the owner of some club north of town. Tamera went on to tell of how she heard that he was loaded with money, looks and some other good assets. “Girl that’s him,” Sabrina replied i
n a dry tone. She thought to herself, ‘has everyone fucked him?’ She asked her how she knew him and she gave me her favorite answer: “The streets be talking”. “Girl you are a mess. I’m about to pull into my garage and I will get back with you later.” Sabrina shook her head as she ended the call. “That girl knows way too much considering she works five days a week. But I guess since she works with the public, she hears a lot. My job as an accountant keeps me in-tuned to numbers, not people.”She spoke to herself aloud as she went into her building.
Days went by and Rome and Sabrina talked and texted as usual. She was actually starting to like the idea of sex without strings, but didn’t know how to tell Rome without sounding like a hypocrite. Two nights in a row, she put herself to sleep while pleasing herself and thinking about Henry, Scott and Todd. She needed to get them out of her mind and tried to think about her job, but there was no calming her.
One Wednesday evening, she joined Rome for dinner. They went uptown to eat and then to a small pub for drinks. She really enjoyed his company, but it was evident that his mind was somewhere else. He didn’t ask her how her week was going like he normally would or anything. At the pub, he ordered one drink after another. When the fourth drink arrived, she reminded him that he was the one driving and she couldn’t drive a stick shift car. He didn’t respond to her comment. He rubbed her hand. “ I’m glad you didn’t stop seeing me. I know it sounds crazy, but I want to come home to the same woman every night for the rest of my life. It’s just that I enjoy my lifestyle and I need a woman who wants to live the same way.” He took a sip of his drink and looked around.
She knew what he meant because by now, his past relationships would have been over. “I can’t say that I would be able to do this for the rest of my life. I mean hell, I always dreamt of the nuclear family with some kids, a dog and a goldfish, not with a couple fuck buddies on the side.” She replied as nicely as she could but could tell that her response didn’t sit well with him.
