She hands me the camera and sashays over to the bed.
The “she” I'm talking about is my girlfriend, Bianca. And she's ready for her first photo shoot with me. Oh, but it's not just any photo shoot.
Not when her dark areolas and even darker nipples can be clearly seen beneath the scant lace of her black teddy, and her cunt is plainly visible through the crotchless material.
This shoot is for my eyes only, she said, when she volunteered to be my own personal centerfold tonight.
I stood a moment, a bit dumbfounded that she'd actually decided to go through with it. I'd assumed she was only bluffing. But there’s no bluffing in the way she’s moving onto her hands and knees and arching her back into that sexually suggestive pose.
Her eyelids are lowered and she turns her head my way flipping her dark hair over her shoulder with a smile. “You going to be my photographer or not James?”
I fumble with the camera, surprising even myself with how much she's throwing me off. I’ve just never seen her this uninhibited, and it's taking a minute to get used to it. But I'm not complaining. I like it. I lift the camera to snap the first shot.
Then she turns over to sit on the bed, her hands back, feet flat on its surface while her knees part, clearly exposing her pussy. I lift the camera again and take another shot.
She's turning to get on her hands and knees again but this time she drops her upper body until her arms and chest are flat on the bed and her ass is lifted my way, forming a perfect peach.
She looks completely fuckable right now, but I swallow hard and take another shot instead. And that’s harder to do than you’d think when I just want to go up to her, grip the wide flare of her hips and pull her toward me to show her just what should be done when she's in that position. Her ass looks grabbable, slappable, and of course her pussy looks fuckable.
But I can do none of it because right now, I'm playing cameraman. But being cameraman is a close second to what I really want to do. At least I get a front row view of her provocative poses.
Now her index finger is in her mouth. I snap.
Now she's closing her lips around the finger.
Now she's moving the finger in and out of her mouth, imitating the motion of sucking a dick. I swallow. Hard.
What the entire fuck? Where is Bianca and who is this woman in my bedroom right now?
Two fingers now.
Three fingers, more vigorous thrusting and more fervent sucking.
She closes her eyes as if purely delighted by the taste of her digits.
My throat goes dry. I swallow and lick my lips, but continue snapping away.
She leans back again and inserts two fingers into her pussy. Shit.
And now three.
And now she's bringing them back up to her mouth. Fucking hell.
Her fingers lower again. They're rubbing her clitoris. Her eyes close, mine widen.
Her moans fill the room.
She pulls in the corner of her lower lip as she moves her hip in a sexy grinding motion and strums her clitoris. I'm standing here a minute, when I finally realize my mouth is wide open. I snap it closed. But my dick is still straining against my shorts, the shaft pulsing from the blood rushing into it, as it prepares for the real action.
Her mouth is open now as she sighs, pants, and moans. Her nipples are like hard berries on her chest, eager to be picked. And as ready as I am to do the picking, I raise the camera instead and…
I watch as a wave moves through her body. First, her legs shake and tremble, then her pelvis thrusts, then her chest heaves until her entire body is taken over by her passionate seizure. She's convulsing, shaking, and screaming.
Snap. Snap. Snap.
And then she collapses. I move over to the side of the bed, stand over her and take a picture of the expression on her post-climax face. Her closed eyelids, the sated smile curving her lips upward, the droplets of sweat on her brow.
She sighs loudly, then opens her eyes and curls her index finger up at me, beckoning me to her.
I move the camera away from my face and give her a confused look.
Her voice is a hoarse whisper. “Put the camera down and join me.”
She gets no protest from me as I eagerly end our photo shoot and place the camera on the dresser behind me. My dick was ready about two minutes after the shoot started, so she gets no arguments from him either.
“How’d I do?” she asks as I lie next to her on the bed. I wrap an arm around her waist and turn her over to pull her on top of me.
“Amazing baby,” I say. She sits upright and brings her finger to my mouth. She traces my lips with her finger before pushing it further into my mouth. Her eyes brighten as my lips enclose around the digit, tasting her nectar and savoring the sweet taste.
The scent of her sex so close to my nose, and the erotic pleasure of licking her taste from her finger incites something primal inside me and I sit up, lift her by her hips and move us both to the edge of the bed so that she can ride me.
I free my stiff cock from my pants and enter her juicy cunt. But if self-control and pacing is what she wants, that won’t happen now, at least not this session. Watching her sexy display before has me well beyond the point of measured self-control.
She moves steadily on my cock but not fast enough for me, as my wild inner urges take over. My hands engulf her waist as I rapidly lift and lower her onto me until the noisy slaps of her ass against my thighs is the only sound competing with my excited moans and her enthusiastic screams.
And seconds later our mutual shouts fill the room as we come hard together. Bianca collapses, her body falling limp against mine as our perspiration adheres our skin together.
I run my hand along her back, the lace from her teddy scratching against my palm. And I can’t wait to see just what kind of pictures I got from my new centerfold.
Victor watched Joanne lean over to insert the DVD into the player. His eyes went straight to the rounded curve of her bottom and arousal instantly set in.
He didn't want to do a Netflix and chill night tonight. If it were up to him, they could skip the Netflix part of it, and get right to the chilling. Eight days was their longest stretch without making love since being newly married three months ago and that was only because he'd been on a business trip all week.
His eyes followed her long legs underneath her tiny boy shorts as she ran back quickly to hop beneath the covers with him.
Joanne cuddled up beside him, pulling his arm around her shoulder and positioning herself in the crook of his arm. Her hard nipples poked through her T-shirt and pressed against his shirtless chest as she encircled it with both arms. She then scooted up just enough to kiss his lips and whisper, “I missed you so much.”
He smiled down at her and caressed her cheek. “Me too, baby,” he said, before bringing her mouth to his for another kiss. Joanne licked the right, then the left corner of his lips, making him shudder and his dick stand at attention. He loved when she did that. He reached down, just about to pull her atop his body, ready to say the hell with the movie, when he heard a loud, “Ohhhh…”
Vic's head snapped up to look at the television. He recognized the bedroom on the screen, their bed, and even the two people entangled with one another. It was them.
His head shot back to Joanne and her laugh filled the room. “I recorded it just before you left,” she said, answering his question before he could ask it. “That video is what has gotten me through the longest eight days of my life,” she said with a wicked smile.
Vic turned back to their amorous session and smiled. He studied the angle, trying to figure out the camera location.
“Its right here, “ she said, again reading his mind as she picked up her alarm clock on the nightstand to show him the hidden camera.
A slow frown crossed her face, when she saw his open-mouthed expression. “You aren't upset, are you? I just wanted to surprise you when you…”
He gave an emphatic shake of his head. “No, no, no. I'm glad you did it. Just...shocked. You surprised me. I never would've guessed you'd do this, “ he said, turning his head back to the T.V. screen, unable to resist the sounds of their lovemaking.
He tilted his head as he examined their movements from this new detached position outside instead of from his usual position, in the middle of the act. It was more arousing than the typical staged porn flick. Maybe it was the genuine intimacy of the moment that seemed to seep through the screen.
On the video, Joanne threw a leg over his hips and straddled him before taking his penis between her fingers and inserting him into her. Victor’s breathing turned shallow watching the entrancing wavelike motions of Joanne’s hips on the video as she rode him. He could almost feel the tight warm grip of her pussy around him just viewing it.
Joanne, in real life next to him, ran her hand across his chest and leaned over placing slow kisses on his skin. Victor closed his eyes, only for a moment as he indulged in the feel of her lips on him coupled with her moans from the video on their television.
When he opened his eyes to continue watching he noticed the over-exaggerated movements Joanne made on the screen. Almost as if she were...performing. He looked at himself on the video and clueless about her hidden recording of them, he seemed to just be into the fact that she was more expressive and excited than usual that night.
On-screen Victor slapped then squeezed her thigh as he panted in response to her wild bucking. But then...was she…? He squinted at the screen and clearly saw that she was. She was staring right into the camera. And not only that, she was smiling. And she winked!
“Joanne,” he said, the surprise in his tone evident enough to prompt her to snap her head up from his chest to look at him.
“What?” she asked, confused. She followed his eyes still locked on the screen and laughed. “Yeah?” she said, feigning ignorance.
“Were you putting on a show?”
She met his smiling eyes and shrugged. “Well...” Joanne returned to his chest and flicked a nipple with her tongue. “It was all real. It’s always real with you. I just...added a little extra spice to it.” She giggled and enclosed his nipple between her lips sucking on the hardened flesh as her hand wandered down between his legs.
His head fell back when she grasped his rigid phallus. Joanne began a slow, sensuous rub while kissing her way down his chest to his abdomen and encircling his navel. She kissed along the ring of hair above his pelvis and continued to move the kisses lower until she eased his cock out of his boxers and her lips met his shaft.
Joanne on the screen was even louder now, her hands cupping her breasts and fingering her own nipples as she rode him.
Real-life Joanne placed a trail of kisses down his shaft and then back up again, finally circling and pressing against the sensitive ridge under the glans. She captured the entire glans between her lips to suck the swollen tip before moving down to pull more of him farther into the warmth of her mouth.
But to his dismay, just as she reached the lowest portion of his shaft and was settling into a nice, steady rhythm , she lifted up, her mouth detaching from his member. Victor opened his eyes to protest but stopped when he watched her step out of her boy shorts and shirt and toss them across the room. He parroted her, removing his own underwear, and she lowered onto him allowing him to glide into her wetness.
Victor groaned from the familiar pleasure he always received from the first breaching of her opening. It felt like the first time every time and even more so now after their eight-day separation. The feeling was only intensified as he moved further into her, the gradual warm and wet sensation taking over his cock from head to base as he began his slow stroking.
The visual of Joanne’s enthusiastic bounces on his cock on the television only heightened the feel of her riding him in real life. Her palms were flat against his chest as she moved her hips forward to accept his thrusting. But soon, her speed increased as she matched her own zealous movements on the video. Her moans blended and meshed until he couldn’t distinguish Video Joanne’s sounds from those of Real-Life Joanne.
Tingling shot through him and he was mere seconds from coming when without warning she dismounted him stopping the flow of pleasure. But immediately she turned her back to him, scooted back to give him a close-up view of her pussy as she laid atop him and pulled him into her mouth once again. He released a loud, satisfied moan as her sucks were no longer slow and tender, but insistent and determined. The noisy wet sound she made as she savored and sucked him made his toes curl.
He reached up, spreading her lips with his fingers to reveal the pink flesh buried within and lifted his head to taste her. He licked, relishing in the familiar sweetness of her that he’d missed when he was away. He extended his tongue to lap at the exposed bud of her clitoris and felt her body tremble. But she never stopped her own tasting of him as he licked her, even when his tongue tricks made her entire body shiver in response. Her hips gyrated and rolled, accepting the ardent laps of his tongue and the enthusiastic suckling from his lips.
On the video, the sounds had ceased, as a spent Video Joanne lay atop Video Victor after their joint climaxes. But real-life Joanne and Victor were making more than enough noise to compensate as they voiced their enjoyment of the pleasure they gave to one another.
Then, Joanne’s body shook violently as she succumbed to orgasm from Victor’s incessant licking. As her body descended from the plateau of pleasure, Victor placed soft kisses on her labia.
It wasn’t long though, before she lifted her head again, gripped and massaged his shaft as her mouth followed, sliding along the length of his cock. Victor lowered his head to the pillow as she sucked him mercilessly. His fingers played with her pussy, sliding along the dripping wet cleft as she brought him again to the very edge of climax.
But she rose again, flipped around quickly to face him and pulled his cock into her. Victor’s hands went instinctively to her hips to assist her fast-paced rocking on him. They moved in tandem, both eager to reach the peak of orgasm. When he felt her fingers dig into his waist, he knew she was close and this time he was coming with her. Victor’s hands found hers and their fingers entwined as he pushed his hips up, driving his cock into her and her hips moved forward to meet him. Their screams and groans intermingled as they reached orgasm together and Joanne collapsed onto Victor’s chest.
They lay entangled in each other’s arms, as they lightly caressed and touched one another tenderly.
“I think I’m gonna have to go out of town more often,” Victor said, finally.
Joanne shook her head. “No, I don’t think that’s such a good idea.”
“I mean, if this is the reception I get, it’s worth it, don’t you think?”
She lifted her head up to look into his eyes. “If you do, you’re going to have to give me an even better video than that to tide me over until you get back.”
He grinned. “What do you say we start filming now? You ready for your close-up?”
Nichole’s eyes shot open as she awakened with a gasp. She turned over to the spot of the bed left vacant by her husband who'd already left for work that morning. Her sex throbbed as she remembered the vivid dream that was so intense it jarred her out of her sleep.
Nichole ran her hand over the now cool sheets longingly, wishing Ty was there to help her relive the experience. Well, as much as they could at least, considering they'd need to be outside on the grass in the rain to re-create it exactly. But a simple morning romp would have been enough for her too.
Nichole let out a loud sigh and turned onto her back. She smiled, realizing that it didn’t have to be such a bad morning after all. It was Friday, and she’d taken the day off for a long three-day weekend, and she might as well get her fun started early. She loved making love to her husband but she also missed intimate times with herself. How long had it been since she’d last treated herself, by herself? Too long, she thought, as she leaped out of bed and moved to her dresser. She reached inside her top drawer behind her collection of underwear to dig out her favorite accessories.
First, she pulled out Monster, her affectionately named ten-inch veiny dildo, and went searching for her other favorite. She found it and grinned widely as she retrieved Purple Passion, her nickname for her tiny purple vibrator. It was little but it packed a big punch and was more than enough to do the trick.
Using both may have been a bit excessive on a normal day, but she was looking forward to a long weekend and figured this could start it off with a bang.
She slid out of her panties and brought out Purple Passion. Passion was always the best for the purpose of warming up. Nichole pressed the button, smiling as the purple vibrator buzzed to life.
Solo play was one of her favorite activities. And it had become even more so when she'd read an article years ago touting the benefits of such activity. More sexual self-awareness, stress relief, decreased depression and insomnia, and even reduction of cancer risk. It wasn't as if she’d needed the list of positive side effects to convince her that masturbating was worth it but they definitely helped justify the fact that she enjoyed it so much. It was self-care and preventive medicine, as she saw it, and she was just doing her part to keep herself healthy.
Besides, she’d quickly learned during her single years before meeting and marrying Ty that a rub a day kept the assholes away. At least for her it had. She was much less desperate and less likely to fall for shitty guys and settle for shitty relationships when she made sure she’d adequately pleasured herself. By herself, for herself. And her relationships seemed to work much more smoothly when she didn’t place all of the pressure of satisfying her sexual needs on another person.
But with Ty, someone who matched her own sex drive and openness for trying new things in the bedroom, she hadn’t realized just how much she’d reduced her jilling time.
But now was the time to remedy that, she thought, as she lowered Purple Passion to rest on the hood of her clitoris. She closed her eyes slowly as her mouth fell open the moment the plastic toy made contact. The sweet strains of pleasure traveled from the point of contact, to her pelvis and spread throughout the rest of her body.
Damn, she’d missed this. She’d missed taking control of her orgasm, extending it out as long as she wanted, adjusting the speed and the thoughts that raced through her mind so that she could come when she wanted, the way she wanted.
As she circled the vibrator along her sex, her mind drifted to last night’s session with Ty. She remembered the way he’d walked up behind her and squeezed her ass as she was bent over her dresser, retrieving her pajamas after a shower. Still slightly damp from the shower, he’d gripped and raised her hips, lifting her feet from the floor as he entered her from behind. Nichole clung to the dresser, her arousal heightened by their searing hot reflections in the mirror as their naked bodies connected. He gave as she received his thrusts that were so vigorous the back of the mirror slammed against the wall.
When her thoughts turned to how he’d lowered himself to treat her pussy to ardent licks, she lost it, pressing the vibrator more firmly against her clit until she came forcefully, her legs trembling with the release.
Nichole sighed, smiling, and glanced over at the dark brown colored dildo next to her on the bed. Shit, she thought. I forgot about Monster.
She picked up the soft, yet stiff artificial shaft and gave it a playfully affectionate kiss. “I’d never leave you out, Big Daddy,” she said, and rose to her knees. She lowered herself onto the cock and located Purple Passion. She retrieved her trusty, buzzy friend and turned him on, moaning at the simultaneous sensations.
How the hell did I forget that? Ty pushed open the front door to the home he shared with his wife, Nichole, and rushed to the kitchen counter where he’d left the notes he’d needed for his presentation after lunch.
“Ah, there they are,” he said, shaking his head at his absent-mindedness. He’d been in such a hurry to leave as he was running late due to the long sexy night before with Nichole. And he’d spent the entire morning playing catch-up.
Ty’s hand froze in mid-air and his brows crinkled at the familiar moans he heard reverberating through the house. He’d know that sound anywhere. He couldn’t mistake Nichole’s passion noises for anything else.
Ty lowered his hand to the granite counter and realized he’d stopped breathing. His ears perked up, as he waited to hear the sound again.
“Ahhh….ohhh…” This time there was no question that it was Nichole, clearly in the throes of passion. He took slow, ginger steps toward the bedroom in the rear of their home.
She’d taken the day off. But why? he wondered. She hadn’t expected Ty to come home early and he hoped, he prayed there was no one else in there with...
No, he wouldn’t even think it. He couldn’t, he didn’t want to imagine that he’d come home unannounced only to catch her with someone else.
Ty’s heart dropped into his gut and he was seconds away from retching when he heard her again as she moaned between her pants.
But then, just outside of the closed door, he heard the distinct buzzing followed by another long, low moan.
Ty silently turned the knob and eased the door open just enough to peek inside. The sight relieved him, shocked him, and aroused him all at once.
His wife was straddled atop a dildo on their bed, riding it with gusto while holding a purple vibrator, the source of the buzzing, against her clit. He was almost jealous at just how much she was into it, but intrigued at the same time as he watched her genuine pleasure. Her radiant cinnamon-toned skin glistened with a sheen of perspiration as her round breasts bounced with her movements. He didn’t realize that he was planted, stunned, before her until she lowered her head, opened her eyes and gasped when she saw him.
She let out a surprised scream and fell back, instinctively covering her chest, as the dildo and vibrator flew across the bed. “Ty!” she said when she’d gotten over the initial surprise to realize it was only her husband. “What are you doing here?”
Ty chuckled and moved toward the bed. He picked up the dildo and rotated it in his hand before turning back to look at Nichole with raised brows. “I was gonna ask you the same question. But, the answer’s pretty apparent, isn’t it?”
The vibrator still buzzed next to Nichole and she reached over to turn it off. She laughed with him, and he rested his hands on the bed to lean over to kiss her lips. “Damn you were sexy, baby,” he said, as he sucked on her tongue and lower lip. “You didn’t have to stop for my sake. I wanted you to keep going. I was enjoying the show.”
Nichole’s chest rose with her deep inhale as she was clearly turned on by his admission. Ty reached between her legs to glide a finger across the cleft of her vulva. “Mmm, you’re so wet. I want to see you do it again.”
Nichole smiled saucily, her eyes gleaming. “You do?”
He nodded. “I do.” He picked up the dildo, and examined it again before handing it to her. “Pretty impressive,” he said with a laugh.
Nichole smiled. “It took a while to find something that came close to yours.”
Ty smirked and shook his head at her flirty dirty talk and walked over to the armchair next to their bedroom windows. He sat down and leaned back. “Don’t mind me. Pretend I’m not here.”
Nichole bit her lip, thrilled by the idea of her husband watching her touch herself. She placed the dildo upright onto the bed again, kneeled above it and turned on the vibrator.
Ty felt his dick growing stiffer as he watched her first place the vibrator against her clit and shudder from the touch. She wrapped her other hand around the dildo's shaft and circled her hips just above it, only slightly grazing the tip of it. Ty swallowed, his mouth growing dry as he imagined the way she did that very thing to him. But watching her from this position and angle was beyond arousing and better than any adult video. This was his woman pleasuring herself for him in real life and the moans weren't just coming from a television screen but up close and personal from his wife.
Careful not to intrude on the moment and eager to enjoy it completely, Ty remained silent as he watched her slowly ride the dildo, eyes closed, caught up in the ecstasy of the sensation. His own cock grew harder with each of her high pitched moans. He couldn’t stop himself anymore from letting his hand drift to his own bulge as he slowly massaged, trying to ease its pulsing ache.
Nichole opened her eyes to meet his and they shared a passionate stare as the tension rose between them. Each of them wanted the other, the mutual masturbation now a poor substitute for their lover.
“You want me to help you with that?” he asked, electricity shooting through him as she dismounted the dildo and leaned back to switch to manually thrusting it into her pussy. He stood, barely waiting for her reply and eager to assist wherever needed, or at least to get a closer view.
“Yes,” Nichole said breathlessly with a nod.
Ty quickly undressed, but never let his eyes leave her as she continued her solo play. The vibrator buzzed as the dildo penetrated and Nichole panted. “Hurry,” she said with a shudder, visibly drawing closer to her climax.
“I’m coming, baby,” he said, crawling onto the bed and relieving her of her duties as he took both toys and momentarily set them aside. She needed a reprieve, he could tell, or else it wouldn’t be long before she’d be done. He knew how to draw this thing out to make her last just a little bit longer. “But you won’t be coming. Not until I’m ready for you to.”
Ty leaned down to kiss her between her legs, and then slurped up the juices that spilled from her pussy. Nichole’s body shook and he looked up to see her chin quiver when he licked her swollen clit. When he took her hips between his hands to held her stationary as he sucked, pressed, and lapped at the throbbing bud, her screams filled the bedroom.
Ty smiled a messy smile of smug satisfaction at the fact that her screeches were much louder than what he’d heard when he’d first discovered her alone in the midst of self-play.
She locked her ankles around his back and rolled her hips, thrusting forward into his mouth, in time with his licks. She was insatiable now, on her way to another orgasm as he feasted on her.
Seconds later she came again, crying out with a whimper before her body fell limp under his caresses. His hands roamed along her hips, her thighs and her legs before he placed kisses along the same path his hands created.
Nichole blew out loudly, her entire body pulsing and brimming with sensation. But when she heard the buzz of the vibrator grow louder, she snapped her head up to see Ty’s sly smile as he held Purple Passion in one hand and Monster in the other.
“You didn’t think we were done, did you?’
Nichole eyed him, half hesitant, yet half excited about another round. “Don’t you have to be at work.”
He nodded. “I do. But I have time to squeeze in a really quick one before I head back.”
She laughed, but then her voice dropped to a low, sexy tone as she reached over to stroke his rock-hard cock. “Let’s do it then, baby. But only if you leave enough time for me to have the real thing.
She smirked as the real thing leapt in her hands in response to her spicy hot words.
“You’ve got a deal,” he said, sealing the deal with a suckle of her breast as he inserted Monster and delighted in the feel of her squirming beneath him, never more grateful than he was now for a little bout of forgetfulness.
Evan stood in front of me, a huge grin brightening his handsome face. But I couldn’t break character, so I kept my expression serious.
“Tell me,” I said, glancing down at the notebook I’d placed on my lap, pretending to squint to decipher the name on the sheet of paper, “Percival Hardbottom, is it?”
Evan nodded, suppressing his urge to laugh at the silly name I’d picked for him this time.
“Why is it that you want to get into this business?” I asked him, my eyes scanning his body from head to toe. I intentionally lingered over the fitted white T-shirt that clung to his pectoral muscles and then took a painfully slow time scrutinizing the outline of the jean-clad package between his legs.
“Well,” he said, overdoing the Southern drawl he’d chosen for his character tonight, “I think doing a porno could be quite lucrative for me, ma’am.”
I lifted a finger to stop him. “No ma’am’s, Percy. Do I look that old to you?”
He shook his head. “No ma…, I mean. No.”
Now it was my turn to hold back my laughter. He was playing this character for all he was worth.
I tossed the notebook aside in mock annoyance, crossed my legs and leaned one hand on the cushion next to me. “Let me see what a country boy like you has underneath those clothes.”
“Uh...alright, sure,” he said, pretending to be flustered. He pulled the shirt over his head and folded it carefully, placing it on the arm of the chair behind him. Next, he unzipped and peeled down the jeans, exposing his muscled thighs and black boxer briefs. “Is this good?”
I shook my head slowly and pointed a manicured fingernail at his briefs. “I need those off too.”
“Yeah, sure. Right away,” he said, sliding the underwear down and putting them on top of his pile of clothes.
“That’s it, Percy. Much, much better,” I said, widening my eyes as I studied his slightly erect penis.
He flashed his biggest, goofiest, and best country boy grin as he placed his fists on his hips and stood wide-legged. “Glad you like it, uh…”
I waved a hand at him, finishing his sentence. “Gillian. Not ma’am.”
He nodded vigorously. “Right, right.”
“Come a little closer,” I demanded.
He strolled over and stopped in front of me. I reached out, inching forward to touch his stiff rod when I froze with my hand in mid-air. I looked up at him standing tall over me. “Now, I have to look you over. It’s part of the audition,” I informed him. “You okay with a manual inspection?”
I let my hand continue toward him and closed my fingers around his shaft. I caressed him slowly, before lifting his dick to inspect the underside. I made an approving face and nodded as if pleased with what I saw. When I dragged a finger slowly up and down the ridge just under the glans, his breath caught and his chest heaved. I smiled and released him suddenly, standing up to continue my inspection.
I walked around him, pretending to prod, poke, and rub him in order to test for suitability. And the smirk on Evan’s face clearly gave him away. He enjoyed my not-so-subtle teasing as much as I loved doing it.
I finished my circle around him and returned to stand in front of him. “So, I think you’ll do, Percy.”
Evan’s smile widened.
“But,” I continued, “I’m going to need you to prove you can cut it in this line of work.”
“Oh, of course,” he said with a drawl.
“You can start with me. I want you to simulate a scene with me the way you would perform it with your co-star.”
“Yeah?” He was playing up the naive country boy role, nodding his head excitedly as he moved close. “You want me to start now?”
“That was the idea,” I said, maintaining my smart-ass persona.
“Okay,” he said, pretending to awkwardly grasp my waist with one hand and lift my chin. He leaned down to bring his lips to mine, but the kiss was sloppy and uncoordinated. Absolutely nothing like Evan’s kisses. My boyfriend was the best kisser I’d ever met so he was clearly committing to his character. And I loved it, because it gave me more to work with for this little scene of ours.
I pulled away and frowned up at him. “That ain’t gonna cut it,” I said, mocking his accent. “You’ve gotta do better than that if you want this job. I have at least ten more guys in line waiting to snag this. So if you want it, you better show me just how much you want it.”
Evan raised his eyebrows in an expression that said he was ready to accept my challenge and give me way more than I’d bargained for. His soft and vulnerable boyish exterior was gone and replaced with that of a determined man.
Evan crushed me hard against him and bent down again to give me a kiss so deep and carnally passionate it felt like he’d steal the breath right out of me.
He released my lips and said in a husky, deeper tone now. “How’s that?”
I nodded, my eyes still closed from the shock of the intense kiss. “That’s good. But I need more.”
“I’ve got more,” he said, quickly undressing me and wasting no time before he went straight for my breasts. He rolled my nipples under his thumbs until they became erect buds. With my eyes still closed, I could feel his lips latch onto one and pull me in, circling the nipple with his tongue. He pulled my hips into him, crouching down so that his groin met mine, and his hard penis rubbed against my mound, stimulating my clitoris.
I swallowed, lost in the feel of him grinding against me, and at a loss for words too. The hard ass hiring agent was gone and replaced by the willingly submissive woman that he’d brought out of me.
Evan held on tightly to my waist and eased me down to sit on what was serving now as our casting couch. He knelt before me, pulling my hips to the edge of the couch and bent down for one long swipe of my cunt, then another. Then it was all over as he slid the hood of my clit up to circle the sensitive bud with the tip of his tongue.
I wiggled under him, unable to remain serious even if I wanted to. There was no need to stay in character anymore. I was completely into the moment.
The circles turned into insistent laps against my clit followed by a loud, sexy sounding slurp as he pulled it into his mouth for a steady suck.
I was hovering over the edge, seconds away from coming when he straightened up onto his knees, lined his cock up with my cunt and pushed into my slickened entrance.
He pulled my hips in until I was no longer seated on the couch. My elbows on the cushions and his strong arms were my only support as my ass hovered in the air above the floor.
Evan’s long, slow strokes went all the way in and all the way back out of me as he leaned in to hungrily devour my lips. Then it was my breasts that he feasted on before pulling away to grip my hips so he could concentrate on giving my smart ass a proper pounding.
“You said you wanted more,” he said, the heat from his eyes burning into mine. “This enough for you?”
I managed a smile through the delicious sensations he delivered, impressed by his ability to keep the accent going, even while he worked me so diligently.
It was so good that I was confused now. Exactly who was doing the hiring here? Because I’d completely lost control of this situation. But it was a helplessness I fully welcomed. And to further demonstrate who was in control, Evan circled his arms around my back, swiveled us around and lowered me to the floor.
He laid me on my back, lifted my legs, placed one on each of his shoulders, wrapped his arms around my thighs and drove himself into me. He directed his dick down, pumping deeply as I squirmed and arched my back, yearning for more.
Evan kicked the intensity up a notch when he lowered a hand to circle my clit with his thumb. His steady, domineering thrusts and just a few strums of my clit was all it took to send my body into a convulsive fit and make me climax harder than ever before. I screamed out and my body fell limp. My eyes were closed but I heard him snickering even through my daze.
“You haven’t had enough yet, have you ma’am?” he said, digging deeper into his drawl.
I opened my eyelids to him winking at me, his arms still wrapped tightly around my thighs and his dick still rock hard inside me. I croaked out weakly, “What did I say about calling me, ma’am?”
He grinned, and began a slow, deep dip in and out of me as he spoke, knowing it would only make me weaker and less able to protest. “I figured at this point, I could call you anything I want, ma’am, and you won’t have nothing to say about it.”
I closed my eyes, surrendering to his ryhthm. He was right. I didn’t have anything to say about it. All I wanted to do was let him continue stroking me just like that. Fuck my character. He’d won this time.
“All I want right now,” he said, picking up his pace, “is to make sure you hire me for this part. I want you to tell me I’m the best one for this role, ma’am.” His breaths were coming out in pants now as he concentrated on delivering a steady beat of thrusts that filled me inside, going deep and tickling past my G- spot. My body tensed and I was about to lose it again.
Evan took that as his cue to go harder, and I squealed every time he entered, his cock hitting my cervix and activating nerves there that delivered deliciously pleasurable sensations. “Shit,” I said, gripping and squeezing his thighs.
“Tell me what I want to hear,” he said.
“You...you’ve got the part.”
“And what?” I asked.
“Am I the best one for this part?”
“You...you are,” I panted out, screaming when he drove even deeper into me, clearly pleased with my answer.
“That’s all I needed to hear,” he said, going full speed now that he was satisfied with my compliance. His thrusts propelled me forward into another earth-shattering orgasm and he was right behind me as his body shook with the tremors of his own climax.
I let my legs fall to his sides as he collapsed onto me, supporting himself on his elbows. His smiling eyes met mine. “You don’t know how glad I am you decided to give me a chance.”
I smirked and leaned up to nibble on his lip. “Trust me country boy, nobody could compare to what you just did.” I brushed a sweaty strand of hair from his face. “I see a really bright future for you, Percy.”
We both laughed and he kissed me before we became entwined in each other’s arms, basking in the post-audition glow.
Being the husband of a writer can definitely come with its downside. Sometimes when I’d like a little time to share with my lady, she's engrossed in her latest libidinous tale.
Or when I have something on my mind and would like to bounce it off of her and get her input on it right at that moment, she’ll ask if I could just wait about a half hour or so because she doesn't want to get out of her creative flow.
But then, there are those perks that more than compensate for the few times that she isn't always readily available.
For instance, her vivid imagination can come up with some pretty wild stuff on the fly. Bizarre stuff that most people wouldn't think about. And some of the best bizarre stuff that she concocts involves creating new scenes for the erotic stories she writes.
Why? Because when your wife is the kind of erotica writer who needs to test out her ideas before putting them to paper, you soon find that there's nothing better than being her primary, and only, test subject. It's a tough, demanding job, but hell, somebody's gotta do it.
And when I saw her last night, pacing the floor of her study, absently nibbling on the pinkie fingernail lodged between her teeth, I knew it wouldn't be long before I’d be called in for duty.
And instead of interrupting her, I dropped into the cushions of our leather sofa and flipped through the T.V. channels. I know not to disturb her when she's in the middle of brainstorming. It's best just to ease away quietly and allow her to get swept off into her fictional world. Because if I wait just long enough, and quietly enough, it's usually only a matter of moments before I hear…
I quickly wiped the knowing grin off my face and turned my head away from the television to look at her. She wore her gray shorts, my favorite because they barely covered her ass cheeks, and a fitted tank that clung to her braless titties, her nipples protruding through the fabric as if beckoning me as well. And that was all it took. I could feel the skin around my cock tighten as it hardened and lengthened in response to her.
This woman, my wife of fifteen years, can still make my dick insta-hard like she could the day we met. It wasn't enough that she was unbelievably sexy, but she was the most sexually free woman I'd met in my life.
On our first date, after revealing that she was an erotica writer, Sandie hadn't hesitated when I’d asked her to read me an excerpt. She'd gone straight to one of the most explicit parts of the book as I watched her. I couldn't take my eyes off of her, actually, fascinated by the way she smiled saucily as she spoke. Her voice dropped to a sexy whisper as she read, and I had a feeling she was just as turned on by her words as I was.
She pulled the corner of her lower lip in, grinning all the while. She exuded so much sex appeal that she had me squirming in my seat, trying to fight off the boner that insisted on introducing itself to her too, that night. Luckily, we had a table between us so that I could keep that my little secret.
But with Sandie, the dirtier the words, the better. As she read, she drew the "cunts", "cocks", "tits", and "fucks" out like she wanted to savor them and linger over the taboo language just because she could. It was then that I’d known she'd hooked me forever. After that night, I was hers whether I liked it or not.
And I'd never regretted being hers since then. Here I was on a Saturday evening with my hot erotica author wife, ready to play out the newest sexual scene swirling around in that brilliant mind of hers.
She approached me and that smile played along her lips. That smile was the I've-got-some-testing-to-do-and-I’m-going-to-need-a-research-subject smile of hers that I recognized instantly.
She straddled my legs and lowered onto my lap, her pussy pressing against my stiff dick through her shorts. Grinding her hips, Sandie leaned forward to whisper in my ear. “I need some help. You got a few minutes?”
I grinned. She and I both knew there was no need to ask that question. I always had time for her brand of research.
I cupped her breasts and kissed her lips before saying, “What do you need me to do?”
She slid her hands under my shirt to caress my chest and then lifted it up and over my head.
“I need you naked,” she said, her voice low and sexy. She rose from my lap and took a step back, away from me.
She kept her eyes on me the entire time though as she watched me disrobe. Fully unclothed, I stood before her in all of my nude glory, ready to get on my job.
She smiled and moved toward me, rising on her tiptoes to kiss my lips. “Thank you, hon’. You're always so helpful.”
I replied by pulling her in against my bare body to take a deeper kiss. “Anytime,” I whispered against her mouth.
Sandie stepped back to undress herself, quickly removing her clothing before returning to press her naked flesh against mine. I looked back into her gleaming hazel eyes, recognizing the excitement that was always there when she wanted to try something new. “I have a scene I keep going over in my head, but...I can’t quite get the description down. I need you to help me with it.”
I ran a finger along her arm. “You’re the director. Tell me where you want me.”
Sandie waggled her brows playfully before pushing me back gently toward the couch. “First, I need you to sit down.”
“You got it,” I said, getting into position. But she didn’t move toward me as I’d expected. Instead, I watched her go into the kitchen behind us and disappear behind a wall, out of view. All I heard was the opening of the freezer door, followed by the sound of ice being jostled about. Next came the sound of a cabinet opening and another pause before she returned, padding naked into the living room, a bowl of ice in her hand and a mischievous smile on her face.
I cocked a brow at her, my eyes going from the bowl to her face, trying to figure out exactly what kind of harebrained idea she’d come up with now. For a moment, I second guessed my decision to be Sandie’s guinea pig. But only for a brief moment, because no matter how far-fetched her scenes were they almost always ended up more exciting in the end than I could have ever imagined.
She lowered herself to her knees in front of me and placed the bowl on the floor next to her. Sandie placed her hands on my legs and spread them apart.
“Now, close your eyes,” she ordered.
I didn’t hide the apprehensive look on my face. “Why? What do you plan to do with that ice?”
“Just close your eyes for me. I need you to feel it so you can describe the sensations for me.”
I inhaled, bracing myself for the cold I knew she was about to subject me to. The question now though, was where did she plan to put it?
Her eyes softened, pleading me until I gave in. And I always gave in. I closed my eyes clenching my fists to prepare for the feel of the ice on my flesh.
But the first sensation wasn’t of ice on my skin, but instead her warm hands moving slowly up my inner thighs. They then met at my crotch to grip the base of my shaft and engage in a steady, massage.
Next, the feel of her warm hands were replaced by the unmistakable feel of her even warmer, wet mouth at the tip. She then moved down to enclose the entire head and moved further still, down the length of my shaft. I swallowed. So far, so good.
But I’d relaxed too soon, because then came the sound of the ice rattling around the bowl as she reached in. She pulled her mouth off of me and I was left waiting for the chill I knew was coming.
I shook my head, wondering how I let her sucker me into acting out one of her wild scenes again. But we both knew why. I loved the hell out of that woman and wasn’t sure if there was anything I could deny her. At least, not in the name of research.
And sure enough, seconds later, the chill came as she ran a piece of ice from the base of my shaft, up along the side, up over the tip and back down the other side of the shaft. Tremors shook my entire body as the cold consumed me.
“Can you tell me what you feel?” she asked
“Cold...ice fucking cold.”
“Kent…” she said, slight annoyance in her tone.
I knew what she needed. She wanted the detailed, literary description of what I was feeling. But shit, my teeth were chattering.
I blew out a breath and pushed through, forcing myself to think straight. “Okay, okay,” I said, committing to being a good sport. I’d promised to help her, so I’d do my best to get out whatever I could. “It’s um....the cold, is the most obvious. It has like a...a numbing effect. And the sensation spreads as the ice melts and drips…” I shuddered again unable to ignore the chill that now made the hairs on my arms and legs stand at attention. But she needed more, so I kept going. “It...it was a stark difference from your mouth on me before. The shifting from one extreme to another, whew…” I said, shuddering again.
“Yeah?” she said.
“Umm-hmm,” was all I could muster between my lips which I’d pressed tightly together to stop the chattering.
But thankfully she had mercy on me, because soon after I felt the warmth from her hands covering and sliding up and down my water-slick cock. I relaxed my head back into the sofa cushions, getting lost in the sensation.
“Now,” I continued, “...I feel your hands. They’re warm and slowly eliminating the coolness.” I stopped my explanation though when I heard the rattle of the colliding ice again. “Oh shit,” I said aloud, dreading another round of her experimentation.
“Keep your eyes closed, hon,” she insisted.
I complied to her demand, but it was getting harder to do. Just waiting for her to make contact was torture. But when she finally did, speech eluded me. I was too caught up in the new, odd sensation. Cold lips wrapped tightly around me again and when I felt her tongue swirl the ice cube around my shaft, a weird mixture of warm and cold enveloped me. A tingling sensation raced up my spine to the base of my head and seemed to spread along my entire skull. Bright light flashed behind my tightly closed lids as I became lost in the weirdly pleasurable sensation. She was taking me on a numbing, warming, mind-blowing ride.
Cool liquid dripped from her lips down my shaft and between my legs onto the sofa. Her mouth was wetter than ever and the wet noises she made as she worked me were more intense than ever, only adding to my excitement.
“How’s it feel, hon?” she asked when she’d pulled up. Her hands continued kneading my cock as she awaited my answer.
“Good,” I breathed out. “It’s good.”
“It’s like...an electric current...flowing up...all over. And…” Her noisy slurping as she pulled me into her mouth to suck me again stopped my description mid-sentence. But there’s no way she could expect me to speak when she was doing that.
And then suddenly, she stopped. I waited. Would I get more of the ice, just as her oral massage was starting to warm me up again? I was dying to open my eyes to sneak a peak, but I was a good research participant. I wouldn’t cheat.
Soon enough, though, I had my answer when I felt the sofa cushions sink under her weight and her soft legs against mine as she straddled me. I felt her hot pussy press against me, hovering and barely touching the tip of my cock. She circled slowly, teasing me as she kept her movements shallow. “Jeez, baby. It is cold,” she said, grabbing on to my shoulders. Then, without warning, she dropped down, completely engulfing me in her warmth.
I put my hands around her waist, and felt her shiver beneath my grip and her body shake with her gasps.
“You know what I feel?” she asked hoarsely.
“What?” I croaked out.
“It’s like an arctic cold, at the center of my core, that stretches and expands. But…” she said, speaking between pants, moving faster on me, “it’s warming slowly…from the friction.”
I let out a loud sigh, her words turning me on, making me harder than ever before. But when she lifted off of me, I groaned in protest. This time, I opened my eyes to look at her. “Why’d you stop?”
“Lie down for me,” she said.
I wasted no time lying across the sofa, my cock pulsing as she moved toward me. She turned her back to me and straddled me. Sandie got into position and lowered herself down, beginning a slow ride.
“Tell me what you feel now. Tell me everything,” she panted out. “What you see, how it feels.”
Was she kidding? Talk now?
But shit, I’d promised.
“God...wet, baby. It’s so wet, and when you ride me like that, and I can see myself going in and out of you, there’s nothing sexier.”
“Yeah?” she encouraged. “And?”
“And the sounds we make together...it...nothing turns me on more.”
She leaned forward, gripping my ankles as she stroked. “And…?” she said, a moan ripping from her throat as she dropped down, her pussy swallowing my entire shaft.
“And the way your ass spreads when you do that...shit baby…” I said, unable to take the slow build. I needed more, faster, now. I tightened my hold on her hips and dictated our speed, moving her faster. “When you do that baby, you make me want to give it to you.”
She turned to smile back at me, looking through passion-heavy lids. Sandie was the picture of beauty and seduction. “Please do, hon. Please give it to me.”
Her go-ahead was all I needed. Research was over. It was time to implement the real deal. Sandie sat up straight, her hands on my thighs as I held her and pumped her until I could feel the deepest place inside her meeting my cock. Our bodies moved together, as we both became lost in the incessant, frantic speed.
The coolness from before was gone as our internal shared fire took us over the edge until we both found climax together.
Sandie fell forward onto my legs, and I caressed the round curve of her hip and ass while trying to catch my own breath.
Then out of nowhere I heard her laughter. “What’s funny?” I asked.
“You. I’m thinking about your reaction to the ice.”
I gave her a playful swat on the ass. “That’s funny to you, huh?”
She nodded and squealed when I gave her another playful slap. She rubbed the reddened area, giving me an exaggerated pout. “Ow…”
“All I know is I better see that in your next story.”
“What if I told you I didn’t really plan to use it, I just wanted to try it out on you, to see what you’d do.”
“What?” I asked, genuinely surprised.
She laughed. “I’m kidding. I’m kidding.”
I relaxed, caressing the sole of her foot with a finger. “But you know, you don’t have to pretend it’s research to get me to try something, right?”
She lay between my legs, hugging me close to her chest and kissed my shin. “I know, hon. I know.”
Thursday night, Law and Order SVU night, and I was seconds away from finding out the defendant’s verdict when my phone on the nightstand buzzed. I picked up the phone to check out the text message I'd just received.
Meet me in the car. Now.
I smiled. There could only be one reason for the urgent request from my husband. I was needed, ASAP, and he didn't want to wait until the coast was clear.
The coast was our house, and it was currently occupied by our grown children, Tim and Lexi, nineteen and twenty two, respectively. Tim was here for summer break from college and Lexi was back home after graduation, as she searched for her first real job.
But our once empty nest was now full again, and the baby birds, no longer anywhere near babies were crowding us out. We'd grown accustomed to having every room of our house to have fun in, but now we were relegated to quickies wherever we could get them in.
And tonight, it looked like the car was where we were getting it in.
“We the jury find the defendant,…” the foreman took the obligatory long pause for dramatic effect, “...guilty.” I pressed the power button on the remote and tiptoed out of the room.
Why I had to get into stealth mode and sneak around my own home to avoid being heard by my children, was beyond me. Frank and I were just doing what was only natural for a married couple who still had a healthy sex life, even after twenty-five years of marriage.
I should've had enough courage to just go to each of their rooms and say, “Don't go in the garage unless you want the surprise of your life.” But nope, I wasn't that bold. Not yet, at least.
Because if they did happen to find us, so what? It was bad enough we had to play hide and seek in our own house. I don't think we should have to become monks just to let our kids keep their pristine delusion of us being their sexless parents.
I stopped outside of the garage door and listened out for any sounds from the hallway upstairs. I knew both of their doors were closed as usual, as they holed themselves up in their rooms. All I could hear were the muffled sounds of talking from their televisions and electronic devices as I slowly eased the door open. I cringed when the door squeaked, never realizing just how noisy it was until I needed complete silence as I snuck around.
I stepped out into the warm garage, smiling when Frank winked and waved me toward him. I eased the door closed behind me and rushed over to the car, giggling as if we were thirty years younger. But this is how it is for us lately. Since Tim moved out, leaving us alone, we had loads and loads of time to become reacquainted with one another.
And neither of us realized until then just how much we'd forgotten what this felt like. The pleasure of each other's company, even if only in a room together quietly doing our own separate thing. He'd be scanning over news articles on his tablet as I read a novel. And every now and then, he'd put his tablet down to come to me and guide my face toward his for a kiss. Or I’d pause what I was doing to lean over the sofa behind him and wrap my arms around him.
But though it was a little frustrating not having the alone time we'd become used to anymore, we both knew that the most fun came from the thrill of finding somewhere to hide and make love while running the risk of being caught in the act. Our children returning to the nest had inadvertently turned us into a whole new breed of lovebirds.
Hotels, secret spots in city parks, or anywhere we could find that was just dark and hidden enough for our fun was what we were always on the lookout for.
And Frank had chosen the spot today. But there was nothing discrete or hidden about our own garage. It couldn't lock from the inside so the chance of being discovered by the kids was just a little too high for me.
I slid into the seat next to him and right away he took the sides of my face into his hands and pulled my face toward his. Frank kissed me like he needed to taste me, to devour me, and inhale the air that I breathed. His lips on mine---the only lips I’d tasted for the last twenty-five years of our union---still ignited me every time and could still stoke the fire within my core.
He chuckled when I moaned into his mouth and slipped his fingers past my waistband and panties. “Sounds like you're already ready. But let’s just see.” His suspicions were confirmed by the audible sound his fingers made when they found my wet center.
“Umm-hmm,” he said, kissing and pulling at my lower lip. “You're ready, alright.”
“Frank,” I whispered as his lips latched onto mine again and both hands cupped my breasts. “The…,”I manage to squeeze in words between kisses, “...kids…”
He stopped me with another kiss then pulled back, shaking his head. “We're not talking about the cockblockers tonight.” He moved in for another kiss but I moved away.
“No. But they could walk right in on us. Let's go somewhere else.”
He huffed, clearly frustrated if the tent in his gray sweatpants was any indication. But he didn’t complain, and instead hurriedly jumped out of the car to go back into the house. Frank returned, lifted and jingled the car keys and pressed the garage door opener on the wall as he passed it.
He fell back into the driver's seat and started the car. I leaned over to kiss his cheek, my hand roaming down between his legs as I whispered in his ear, “Thank you, sweetie.”
I circled and massaged his hard cock before I gave him a quick squeeze and said, “What are we waiting for? Let’s go.”
“Where are we going? Park again?”
I shook my head. I didn't want to wait any longer and obviously neither did he. “Just pull into the driveway. Its dark. It should be okay.”
He grinned and eagerly complied, pulling the vehicle back a few feet. He pressed the garage remote in the car and before the door could fully close I swung my leg over his lap to straddle him.
“Your timing was perfect. Law and Order just went off.”
“Oh yeah?” he said, kissing me again. “Guilty or not guilty this time?”
“Guilty,” I answered, pulling his earlobe between my lips.
“I have some things I’m ready to be found guilty of, too.” he said with a teasing smile.
“Oh yeah. Starting with tempting an innocent woman to participate in such lewd behavior as car sex outside of her own home.”
I nodded as he kissed down the front of my neck. “Mmm...yeah. I think you're going to really do time for that.”
“Shit, “ he said in mock disappointment. “Take it easy on me, will you?”
I slipped my fingers beneath his waistband and wrapped them around his velvety hard member. “How easy do you want me to be?”
He wiggled his eyebrows, enjoying the chance to jump into our usual double entendre game. “Real easy, baby. I need slutty level easy, babe.”
I began a steady massage up and down his shaft, and pouted. “I was trying to be a good girl tonight, though.”
He shook his head vehemently, moving his hips in time with my hand, welcoming my massage with a grunt. “Uh-uh. No good girls allowed in this car tonight.”
I laughed, taking pleasure in watching his eyes close as he became lost in my stroking. The darkness of night surrounded us, hopefully providing a shroud of secrecy from the eyes of nosy neighbors. But somehow I didn’t quite care if it didn’t. I was too into sharing this with Frank, and the possibility of getting caught in the act provided an unexpected thrill to it all.
I groaned when Frank’s large hands cupped my ass cheeks and ground me against his crotch. I removed my hand from his pants,and enclosed his neck with my arms, letting him take charge to lead the rhythm of our movements. I threw my head back, savoring the pressure of his cock against my pussy as we dry-humped in the driver’s side of our car. Now it really felt like we were horny twenty-somethings again, but I wasn’t ashamed. And clearly, neither was he.
But we were both getting impatient, and humping fully clothed wasn’t nearly enough anymore. I needed him inside, merging with me. He swiped my shirt up and over my head, tossing it onto the passenger seat as I reciprocated, doing the same with his tee. I slid my pants down, threw them onto the pile on the seat next to us, and crawled into the back seat. I waited as he stripped out of his sweatpants and joined me. Once in the back, he slid down his boxer briefs and my hands found his cock again as we kissed and I rubbed.
“Mmph. Darla, I need you...now,” he said in between desperate pants.
I continued my kneading of his shaft as I gently guided him toward me. “Come, baby. You can have me.”
He needed no more urging. Frank lowered himself onto me. Too anxious to continue my undressing, he moved my pink satin underwear aside as his body joined with mine. I sighed, loving the feel of him filling me within. Every time felt like the first when he entered me, my heated body responding to and craving him. I clenched my muscles inside and pulled his cock further into me with each stroke.
“Fuck, Darla,” he hissed with the sensation of me squeezing him. He leaned an elbow against the seat back for leverage and held my head with his other hand as we stared into each others’ eyes.
I threw a leg over his waist, pulling his body closer into mine and tightened my squeeze around his cock. Frank snaked an arm behind me, his hand cradling the small of my back until he was drawn deeper into me. Each stroke went deeper and grew stronger until he moved at a fever-pitch speed.
Our bodies moved in sync as one, his giving as mine received. I caressed his back, my hands slipping along his broad, perspiration-soaked skin.
His lips were on my face, fluttering against my forehead, my cheeks, my chin, until I felt his body tense. He slowed, willing himself to stave off his orgasm and then lifted his body up. He continued his rhythmic pace in and out of my core but angled his pelvis just right to provide a delectably pleasurable friction against my clitoris.
That was one of the things I loved most about Frank. He never came alone. He always made sure we were both enjoying it together when we made love.
A tingling rose up my spine and spread to my limbs, all the way down to my digits. I moaned and moved with him, my body colliding into his as we both climbed toward climax.
“Frank!” My scream was muffled as I buried my face into his shoulder and surrendered to my body's catapult into climax.
Frank only lagged behind by mere seconds before he too gave up the fight and gave in completely to his own orgasm.
He collapsed and I welcomed the weight and closeness of his body on mine. I ran my fingernails along the skin of his back and felt him shiver in response.
He moved back enough to find my mouth again, our lips reuniting once more as he kissed me slowly. “What's the verdict, babe?” he asked breathlessly against my lips.
I moved my hand down to playfully squeeze his ass cheek. “Guilty as charged, Frank. And I'm ready to subject you to immediate sentencing. But we’ll need a lot more space for you to carry out my punishment. We can finish this in the bedroom later.”
He tapped my nose affectionately before kissing the tip of it. “You're the judge and the jury babe. You name it, you got it.”
Sunlight streams in through our bedroom blinds. But that's not what stirred me awake this Sunday morning. No, it was the delicious suction of my wife’s full lips around my dick that did it.
I blow out a long breath and fist the bed sheets as she tightens her jaw’s grip on my dick, increasing the squeeze to a level of pure bliss.
“Fuuuuccck…,” I say as I slide my hand through her black curls to rest atop her head. Her eyes lift from her committed dedication to the job at hand to meet mine.
Kori’s round brown eyes sparkle as she winks and turns her attention back to sucking me like a perfectly naughty little wife. My hand bobs with her head movements. Only a few minutes have passed and I’m already on the verge of exploding.
You see, I tell Kori all the time that I don't know what I did to get so lucky, but somehow I hit the wife jackpot. This isn't my first morning being greeted with one of her morning treats. In fact, if I go longer than a week without one, that’s always my first clue that something’s not right between us.
Giving me head is one of her favorite things to do, she always tells me. Because, she says, I treat her so well and make her so happy that she wants to do her best to keep me happy too. And she takes every chance she gets to express her gratitude. Lucky for me, too, this is her favorite way to say thank you.
As she kneads my shaft with her palm while her warm, wet mouth swallows me, I know I’m only seconds away from eruption. Kori knows it too and slows her oral massage. We have a natural, unspoken connection, and by now Kori knows my every need. She knows just what to do to drive me crazy and exactly how long it takes to get me to insanity's doorstep.
That's why she's intentionally slowing down now, tracing the underside of my shaft with her tongue up toward the head. She stops when she reaches the head, her tongue circling and her lips enveloping it like her favorite flavored popsicle. The noises she makes are intoxicating. When she sucks the mushroomed tip then pulls away with that distinctive popping sound, I'm transported to another place. A place where Kori makes me her own personal suck toy.
And Kori likes to take her time to savor her toy.
I lift my head to watch her, kneeling on the bed between my legs, holding my cock like her most cherished possession. She moves down the shaft centimeter by tortuous centimeter until it's all enclosed by her mouth, and down her throat.
Watching the seductively slow way she closes her eyes as she takes all of me into her mouth and moans as if it brings her just as much pleasure as it does to me, makes me growl out every time. But that only encourages my wife's shenanigans.
She giggles, an impish little laugh, as she increases her pace. And when she feels my body jerk in response, teetering on the edge of release, she slows it down again. Then she'd get both hands in on the act, twisting, turning, and sliding along my cock, now dripping in the natural lube from her sweet mouth.
It never feels like giving me head is just another chore to cross off of her task list. No, she acts like getting a taste of me is not only a pleasure, but a privilege.
But, mind you, she receives the same from me. And that’s probably why I wake up damn near every morning with the special treatment.
Call me an anomaly, but I never could get men who shied away from pleasing their woman orally. With my woman, though, the smell of her pussy alone is enough to arouse me. The sight of her panties soaked in her juices as I lick her through the fabric makes me rock hard every time. And don't get me started on the way she wiggles, jerks, and squirms like a wild, bucking stallion when I really go to town on it. Yeah, I get a kick out of that part too. To know she trusts me enough to let me have that kind of control over her body and her pleasure is an experience you can't replicate anywhere else.
But as much as I love thinking and talking about my wife's pretty pussy, let's get back to my morning treat.
She's spiraling her tongue from mid-shaft up to the tip, taking the head between her lips in an extended kiss. The kiss then turns to a suck and I cup both sides of her head between my hands as she works the tip.
And she's back at it again, her mouth traveling further down until she’s captured the entire shaft, nearly down to my balls. But she makes sure she never neglects that part of her toy either. As she works my shaft in and out of her mouth, her hand massages my testicles, until they're now awake and pulsing with sensation.
I moan with regret when she glides back up my shaft, pulling her lips away. But that regret doesn't last long when I feel the tickling as her tongue flicks against my balls. Her mouth now envelops my sack, drawing in one testicle and then making a smacking noise as she detaches and moves to the other. My toes curl, as she massages, licks and sucks me into delirium.
But she's not done. No, not Kori. She never half-asses her blowjobs. If she's blowing, she has to do it right.
She doesn't break contact with my balls, one hand continuing its massage, as she puckers her lips to run them back up and down the sides of my shaft in sections, careful not to miss a spot.
But that's not nearly enough for her. I look down and catch her eyes smiling up at me, and I know she wants to hear me moan and make me do the squirming this time. Still on her knees, she lifts up to get into position for her finale. She's done with the games. It's serious now.
With one hand at the base of my cock Kori pulls me deep into her mouth again until I feel the head against the back of her throat. Shivers travel through my body from the sensation, as nerve endings fire from the contact. She increases her pace, her mouth sliding easily up and down my wet cock, faster and faster. Increasingly pleasurable sensations build and build until I'm at an unbearable state of ecstasy.
Kori, determined and on a mission now, goes faster, both hands churning my dick. She's relentless, merciless even, as she forces me over the precipice and into full bliss.
Unable to fight off the inevitable, I give in, releasing into her mouth. She takes all I have to give, and the smile in her mocha brown eyes lets me know that she relishes it. She releases me and wipes a dribble of my come from the corner of her mouth.
Kori, satisfied with her play time, leans forward to plant a soft kiss on my shaft and climbs up to cuddle beside me. I kiss her forehead, pull her in closer until our bodies practically meld, and thank my lucky stars for such a grateful wife.
Erotic flash fiction to make your Fridays a little more spicy.