Daddies Taboo

by Iona Nixon

Remarkably, possibly because he'd done this sort of thing many times before, the guy managed to insert himself without disturbing either of us or, indeed, making any contact apart from with his dick and, from time to time, his belly and the tops of his thighs against Vickie.

  'How is it?' I asked her, hardly moving as she rocked against the man.

  'Surprisingly enjoyable,' she panted, biting her lip to stifle a moan. 'Two men at the same time, I could get to like this.'

  Five minutes later, the man shivered, grunted and withdrew just as deferentially as he had mounted her. Vickie shook her head in wonder at what she had just allowed to happen and then looked down at me.

  'I'm nearly there. Finish me off and let's get out of here. I've had enough.'

  She started riding me vigorously, eager for us both to cum and achieving it a few minutes later. Once she had caught her breath she climbed off me and pulled down her dress. I sat up and tucked myself away.

  'Do you want to shower?' I asked.

  'No. I want to leave before another complete stranger talks me into having sex with them. I can shower at your place.'

  She giggled as she settled into my car.

  'If you find some stains on the seat tomorrow it's your fault. I'm leaking like mad.'

  An hour later, having spent some fifteen minutes in the shower, she joined me in bed and picked up the mug of tea I'd made her.

  'That was crazy,' she said.

  'The party?'

  'What I did at the party. I still can't believe I had sex with a complete stranger who I never spoke a single word to and then let some guy with an anal fetish fuck my ass while I was fucking you.'

  'It was certainly different.'

  'It was all of that,' she agreed, 'and I don't regret my hour of madness but it's not something I'd want to do again.'

  'What about having two men all to yourself – in the privacy of a bedroom?'

  She giggled.

  'Oh God, I did say I fancied that, didn't I? I suppose if I fancied the guy – and knew him a little – then the idea of having you and him keeping me amused for a few hours might be fun. Do you have someone in mind?' she finished cautiously.

  'I have several friends who would jump at the chance of sharing a bed with you – why wouldn't they? Whether or not you would like them is something else again. It's not something I've been thinking about, but if you're serious about trying it I could arrange for you to meet them over a drink or something.'

  'I'll think about it. What else could we do?'

  'Sexually? I suppose the obvious thing would be to find another girl to join us. Have you ever thought about doing it with another woman?'

  'I've thought about it, sure. I've even kissed another girl – properly, not just a peck on the cheek – and fondled her breasts, one time when we were pissed and horny at university. It never went further than that though. have you ever done anything with another guy?'

  'No. I've never had the slightest interest in doing anything at all with another guy.'

  'Funny how it's more acceptable for women to have a same sex relationship than men,' she mused, thoughtfully.

  'Mmm. Although these days it's no big deal either way,' I shrugged.

  Vickie put down her empty mug and looked at me.

  'Finished your tea yet?' she asked casually.

  'Nearly. Why?'

  'Because there's not going to be too many occasions when I can spend the whole night with you and I don't want it to go to waste.'

  Her hand slid between my thighs as she spoke.

  'Haven't you had enough for one night?' I grinned, putting my mug down and turning to face her.

  'Nowhere near. I keep seeing those people having sex all over the place, moving on to someone else as soon as they finished and it's making me feel horny all over again. I think I want it twice more before I go to sleep. Once in my cunt and once in my ass. What do you say?'

  'I'll try,' I grinned.

  The End.

  Plumbing Problem

  The Angels blared briefly from Mick's mobile before he picked it up. Jon's home number, but his buddy was away on business. Back early maybe?

  "G'day Jon, how was your trip mate?"

  "Oh, hi Mick, it's Jess. Jon's not back yet. I've got a plumbing problem and I was hoping you could help?"

  "Uh ... yeah, sure. This afternoon's actually pretty quiet so I can come over right now if you like?"

  "Thanks Mick, I really appreciate it. See you soon."

  It was a quarter hour drive and on the way Mick thought about the conversation. This was the first time Jess had actually phoned him. A few guilty thoughts went through his head, quickly dismissed. Jon was away and Jess needed help with a blocked drain or something. Made sense. After all, he was a plumber. And Jon's best mate. If you couldn't call on your friends, who could you call? Right? The only problem was that Jess was attractive. OK, insanely attractive. No make that smoking, bloody hot!

  He'd first met Jess about a year ago. Jon had just got back from Sydney and when they met the next weekend for a surf, he was wearing a grin a mile wide.

  "So I take it you enjoyed yourself, mate".

  "Mick, I've met this incredible girl ..."

  A month later, they were engaged. Six months later Mick was dressed in a fancy suit standing next to Jon at his wedding. Jon and Jess had eyes only for each other and it was obvious to everyone that here were two people that were just meant to be together. Mick had even gotten a bit teary. Shit, I must've been soft. Or maybe that was later, after way too many beers and thinking what a lucky bastard Jon was!

  Jess was gorgeous. On any day, she looked as though she'd just stepped off the front cover of Zoo or something. No that wasn't quite right. Probably Cleo or one of those girly fashion magazines. Cos' Jess was classy and well- mannered. And even a bit shy. Blonde, gorgeous, smart – and totally devoted to Jon. Lucky bastard! But he was happy for Jon who was a good bloke, a great friend and really deserved what he and Jess had found together. Still: lucky, lucky bastard!

  Mick tried really hard not to stare as Jess opened the door. Well, not too obviously anyway. She looked amazing in a casual t-shirt and denim shorts. But then the girl could probably look amazing in anything. Or nothing. Shit, stop it Mick!

  "Hi, Mick. Thanks for getting here so quickly. I've been worrying about this while Jon's away and I'd really like it fixed before he gets back on Friday".

  "No problems at all. Happy to take a look." Too right I will. Fuck, pull yourself together!

  Jess muffled a laugh as he moved past her into the house. Mick turned in surprise to see both hands over her mouth and a twinkle in her eyes.

  "I'm sorry Mick but, seriously, you wear overalls? It's ... well, really funny. I know you're, what, 27, but you look like a carpenter from the 1950s!"

  Mick smiled, but then put on his best 'sober-as-a-judge' face.

  "Carpenter!? I'm a very professional plumber thank you very much. And I wear this traditional attire of my trade with pride to advertise the valuable quality of my services!"

  Jess gave the performance a clap and Mick laughed too.

  "Seriously, it's quite practical and some of the jobs are just nasty. It's actually sort of comfy to wear and you'd be amazed how many customers think you're good just because you match their perception of what a good old-fashioned plumber looks like! A bit bloody weird, but it's good for business."

  And he wasn't boasting. Mick and Jon had taken their lives in different directions after being at high school together. Jon had a bent for business and after a couple of degrees moved successfully onwards and upwards in the corporate world. Mick had always been practical and enjoyed working with his hands. Unsure of what he really wanted, he'd sort of drifted into the plumbing trade. And found he was really good at it. He did enjoy it and took pride in his work. He was fast developing a great reputation and normally had more than enough business for months in advance.

  Despite their differences, Jon and Mick still surfed and fished together
whenever they got the chance. And had the odd BBQ with friends and went to a rugby match or two every season. Not quite so much this last year for some reason. Lucky, lucky, lucky bastard!

  Jess led the way into the kitchen and gestured toward the sink. "I think the drain's blocked." Mick set down his tools. A few minutes later, he knelt back and said "Jess, I think it's fine. Why do you think it's blocked? Did it drain slow or something?"

  She walked over and leant over his shoulder. Mick was very conscious of just how close she was. He could smell her skin. Her hair. Man, she smelt amazing. He turned – which was a mistake – and found a direct line of sight to her cleavage as she bent forward and the neckline of her tee dropped. Somehow, he couldn't look away. Jess realised and straightened quickly, a hand to her chest and a slight blush to her cheeks. For a long moment she just looked at him and then seemed to make a decision.

  "No, Mick, the sink's fine", she said quietly. "Can you come in to the living room?"

  She curled up in one of the armchairs and Mick sat down on the couch, wondering what was going on.

  "I've got to say this straight before I lose my nerve, Mick, and I hope you won't take this the wrong way. It's taken me all week to work up the courage for this. I know how good a friend you are to Jon."

  Mick couldn't move a muscle. Was this going where he thought it was? Surely not. Could it? Could she? Could he? More importantly, should he!? Jess is my best mate's wife!

  "Jon and I have great sex. But there's something I know he'd like to do that I'm ... well ... afraid of. Not that I don't like the idea. I'm just afraid it will hurt and that, knowing he might hurt me, will stop Jon from asking for what he really wants."

  Mick still didn't dare move. A threesome? Bondage? Shit! He knew he was getting hard just thinking about the possibilities...

  "Since I moved up here and married Jon, I don't really have many close friends. My girls in Sydney are not really into this sort of thing and discussing it with my mother ... well let's just say that's obviously not going to happen. I've watched some DVDs but can't help feeling that it's so staged that the reality's different. I know you're a bit experienced with this – sorry Jon's told me – and I hoped you might be able to help?"

  She looked nervously at Mick, who still could have been carved from stone.

  "With, what ... specifically?" he said, never taking his eyes off her face.

  "Anal sex", she said and blushed again.

  Holy crap!

  "And just how did you ... ah ... think I might be able to help?" He was now seriously hard and glad that he was wearing those roomy overalls.

  "Could you ... would you ... show me how to do it? How to handle Jon?"

  Her cheeks were now fiery red but she forced herself to meet Mick's eyes.

  "Jon and I had a few glasses of wine one night and were reminiscing about high school. He mentioned some of the, er, 'adventures', you two got up to with the girls in senior year. He remembers seeing you do some interesting ... things ... with things ... to one girl which she seemed to really enjoy. As I said, we'd had a few drinks ..." she trailed off.

  Bloody hell, Jon! You tell your gorgeous wife about your high school sex experiences? And mine?! Damn, I knew those parties would come back to haunt me!

  "Well, I don't really keep my case equipped with those sorts of tools." Shit, so lame Mick! You're trying to be funny?

  The ghost of a smile and the twinkle in her eyes returned.

  "Jon says you're actually quite well equipped."

  What the ...?! Wow, you didn't hold back anything did you buddy! Did you tell her, like, dimensions or something too! Fuck, Jon!

  "As I said, please don't take this the wrong way. I'm asking if you would please have anal sex with me ... no, just let me finish Mick. I've thought about this a lot during the last week. I know you are probably really uncomfortable with this since Jon is your best friend. I don't feel as though I'd be cheating on him because this is something I'm learning for him; well for us both. I know he trusts you. But I do have a couple of conditions. We can't do it on our bed. I don't want you to cum inside me. This is a one-off. And we don't tell Jon."

  She looked doubtfully at him.

  "OK, Jess. Yes, I will. I probably shouldn't tell you how easy that decision was. Shit, just did. Jess you really are gorgeous. But that you're prepared to do this for Jon is amazing and I will do my best to give quality service. Hell, that sounded like a sales pitch!"

  That broke the ice and she laughed. Jess jumped up and leapt on top of him to give him a big bear hug.

  "Thanks Mick, really."

  "Whoa there, cowgirl, steady on. Don't thank me yet, we haven't even started!"

  She sat up, brushing hair away from her face, smiling.

  "Plumber's apprentice reporting for duty!" she laughed.

  "Hah! OK, Apprentice Jess, your lessons today include tools and techniques. Pay attention, there will be a 'practical examination' at the end."

  "There'd better be", she smirked. "How else do I graduate?"

  Mick began to shrug out of his overalls, when Jess leapt up from the couch.

  "Hang on", she said and shimmied out of her shorts to kneel across the large ottoman next to the couch with her naked ass raised invitingly.

  "Jess ... fuck ... your ass is, well, and with all respect ... bloody awesome!"

  Her blond hair swung and she looked over shoulder at him coyly with lowered eyelids.

  "Jon says it's 'absolutely exquisite'."

  He would. Always did like fancy words. He's absolutely fucking right though. Four-times lucky bastard!

  "Now hang on Jess – and while I am really enjoying this view – we need to start over. You need to get both you and Jon in the right mood if you're going to really enjoy this. You are a sex goddess, not a prime roast. OK?"

  "OK, got it."

  She stood up and then took a pace or two towards him, stopping just out of reach. She brushed her hand across her thighs and between her legs. Her pubic hair wasn't trimmed, but it was a tidy dark blonde nest which he found very arousing. Then she slowly lifted her shirt up to reveal her perfect breasts. With one hand still languidly playing between her legs, she sucked a finger and traced a wet path across one breast, then the other, circling the nipples as they hardened. Her other hand came away wet and she left a slight trail of glistening fluid as she cupped both breasts and pushed them at Jon before completely removing her shirt. She turned and, hips swaying, lowered herself slowly back to the ottoman. This time as she knelt, she paused to run her fingers around her swelling clit before reaching behind herself, spreading her cheeks and tracing around her anus. A little trail of moisture ran from her pussy down the inside of her thigh to drip onto the leather of the ottoman as she again looked over her shoulder and asked huskily, "That better, Mick?"

  He couldn't speak for a second his mouth was so dry. Holy shit!

  "Ah, yes ... well, I think you can see the result for yourself." His erection tented the front of his overalls prominently.

  She pealed with laughter. "I think I've found that blockage!"

  "Yes, and easily fixed too". Mick quickly stripped to stand naked just behind her. "See, with fast service!"

  "Not too fast I hope!"

  "Well, Jess ... the sight of you like that is really more than a mortal man can bear so if you don't want me to unload all over your wicked ass right now, I strongly suggest we take a quick break. Besides, you're going to need some lube. Do you have some?"

  She looked at his massive erection and her eyes widened a little.

  "Wow", she said quietly, suddenly serious. "Jon wasn't kidding, and I know he's big."

  "It's OK", he reassured her. "I'll be careful. And the good news is that after this you'll feel quite confident with Jon. I'm a little bit longer and thicker than him, but not that much. Er, not that we really compared or anything ...", he finished quickly.

  "Little boys ...", said Jess and rolled her eyes.

  But it lightened the mood a
gain and Mick smiled as Jess bounced off the ottoman to get the gel from the bedroom. He watched her all the way. Five-times lucky bastard!

  Jess sauntered back and resumed her place on the ottoman.

  "Now doing this is the same as doing a good plumbing job", said Mick.

  Jess giggled.

  "Hey, I'm a plumber. Seriously; plan, prepare and then do. Plan first. If you don't want a big mess, you first need to drain and, er, flush the pipes. Your bowel must be empty and I strongly suggest an enema as well, followed by a bath or shower. This is really important, Jess. That way you can get down and dirty without getting – well – dirty, if you know what I mean. "

  "Hmm, I see your point. Next?"

  "Preparation is all about getting the right size for your pipe. Gotta stop these plumbing analogies ..."

  "No, go on, they're cute!"

  "Jon shoves it straight up, it's gonna be agony. Fine if that's what you're into, but otherwise you need to loosen yourself up and get yourself ready for him. So, as part of your foreplay, you need to allow your ass to adjust to gradually larger things. You can use anything you like. Fingers, toys, dildos – even vibrating ones if you want – and there's some seriously kinky stuff too, but we won't go there."

  "The other part of preparation is getting your body used to accepting stuff going in the wrong direction up the pipe! Your ass is designed to push shit out, not in, so your natural reaction is to tighten up to try to stop it. That will increase the pain. Now a little pain with your pleasure can be fucking amazing, but you need to be able to relax your asshole so that you can increase your hold on Jon when you choose to and to balance how much it hurts. Understand?"

  "I think so. It's my tap, and I get to turn it", Jess said a little nervously.

  "Hah! Good girl, exactly right. Ready to try and we'll get to step three along the way?"

  "OK", said Jess.

  Mick's cock had softened a little as he'd been talking her through the 'theory of plumbing', but he stiffened up quickly as he squeezed some jelly onto his fingers and returned his gaze to her glorious ass.

  Fingers oozing, he gently rimmed around the edges of her puckered little hole, transferring the glistening gel. Jess moaned softly.