by Mia Moore
Her head pulled back and she gazed down at my hand on her breast. There was a wanton smile on her lips and her eyes were mere slits of pleasure. Oh fuck, I’d never seen her look so sensual and erotic. I pushed the dress down, exposing her breast and gazed at the reddish hue, seeming so much darker in contrast to her alabaster skin. Her eyes rose and we looked at each other, her breast naked and so inviting.
I leaned over and touched the tip with my tongue, rolled it over the bud before taking it into my mouth. Her perfume and hands in my hair kindled my lust. My hand lowered and tugged at the hem of her dress, pulling it higher. My fingers brushed against the hotness of her inner thigh, sliding higher. I sucked her nipple, my breath rushing onto her skin when my fingers touched her mons. Oh fuck. A delicious shudder went straight through me to my clit. She wasn’t wearing panties.
Her hand closer over mine and she whispered, “Not here. Let’s go in the bedroom.”
My face lifted from her breast and I looked in her eyes, saw my raw desire, mirrored there. She reached for her glass of wine and continued gazing at me over the rim as she swallowed. There was a tug low in my stomach when I smiled and took a long sip of mine.
She set the glass down and once more, took my hand, rose to lead me into her bedroom. In all the years I’d known Lily, I’d never been in there. It was a typical woman’s bedroom, in shades of rose and cream, with a queen sized bed, and lit only with a bedside lamp. She kissed me softly and then pulled away, her fingers on my back lowering the zipper of my dress. There was a pull and she unsnapped my bra.
Still wearing a small smile, she watched my naked body emerge, pulling the shoulders of the dress down my arms. It bunched at my waist for a few seconds and her fingers roamed over my breasts, lingering on my nipples.
“Beautiful. I’ve always wanted to touch your breasts. I’m jealous. A D cup to my B.” She held them with both of her hands, rolling and kneading my flesh. The sensation of her touch, and the lust in her eyes were getting to me.
I reached for the hem of her dress and tugged it up hard, pushing and pulling it over her body. I tossed it to the side and pulled her against me to undo her bra. With a sweep of my hand it was off, and on the floor. Her chin lowered and she looked up at me through thick dark eyelashes, still wearing that small smile. With her red curly mop of hair, the ivory perfect skin and the tips of her nipples firm and pert pointing saucily at me, she seemed demure, yet her smile showed a taunting imp.
A true red head. A trimmed line of flaming hair on her mons, pointed lower, like an arrow directing my fingers. I touched her, felt the moist heat of her pussy lips on my fingertips. Her skin was smooth there, freshly shaven and I slid my finger along her cleft, pressed harder separating her lips.
“Oh God, yes. Right there.” She seemed to melt when my finger slid over her clit. Her thigh thrust to the side, inviting more of my touch. I leaned in and kissed her, my fingers rolling over her bud of pleasure.
Her hands pushed down on my dress and it slithered over my thighs onto the floor. I stepped out of it and kicked it away. With head back, I gasped when she slipped her hand across my hip and touched me. Her fingers were soft but insistent, prying my flesh apart, pressing against my clit.
I could see us in my mind’s eye—the two of us naked, our hands exploring each other’s pussy—naughty girl play. My thighs trembled at the delicious longing for more, to touch and be touched. I stepped back and turned to rest on her bed. She was right behind me, her hand urging my body to the center of the pillowed surface.
I lay on my back and gazed at her lips when she rested beside me, already leaning into me to continue our kiss. Her tongue darted into my mouth, dancing with my tongue as her hands swept over my breasts and down to the spot where I ached with glorious craving.
She lifted her leg to the side, pussy lying naked and open for my fingers. Oh fuck… I reached for her, sliding my fingers to her moist opening, wetting them before flicking my finger over her nub of pleasure. It was smaller than mine but the firmness of it and her breathing, raspy and fast told me I’d hit the spot.
My hips rocked back and forth as she stroked my clit. Her fingers lowered to my opening and pressed into me, first one finger and then probed with more, spreading me. Oh fuck, it felt so good. Fast, with all of her hand, fucking my cunt deep, curing her fingers up to my pubic bone. I kissed her neck, trailing kisses to her breasts, spreading my legs far apart.
Her slippery fingers glided out and onto my clit once more.
“Oh yeah, right there. Keep touching me there.” I murmured into her nipple. The lust was white hot, my hips rocking onto her finger.
I rolled her clit between my thumb and forefinger, pulling it and rubbing with a gentle fury in tandem with what she was doing to me. Suddenly, she pulled away and shifted on the bed so that she knelt between my legs. With a strength I never knew she possessed, she pulled my hips higher, managing to roll my thighs onto her shoulders. Oh God, I watched her mouth lower onto my pussy.
“Ahhhh….” Her hot tongue rolled over my clit sending sparks of pure bliss through my body. Then her hand was once more inside my cunt, pumping in and out, fast.
My fingers clawed and bunched the bedspread in my fist when she sucked my clit into her mouth, flicked her tongue over it. It was just like the film I’d watched! The sensation was sinful and hot.
“Oh yeah…oh yeah…” I cried out, rocking my hips into her mouth and tongue. Hot, delicious lust flooded through my body…my legs shuddering from the pure wave of pleasure in my pussy. There was only her tongue sending sparks of hot bliss through my body to my very fingertips. My cunt squeezed tight on her fingers, increasing the pleasure, pussy jerking hard up against her face. It felt like forever when waves of bliss consumed me, hips poised high rocking into her.
“Oh.” I jerked away and my hands held her head still. The intensity of her tongue was too much now.
She edged forward and planted a kiss on my mons before shifting to lie beside me again. Her lips and chin was slick from my wetness—wetness that she had caused.
“It was nice.” She kissed me, her tongue exploring my mouth. My scent and pleasure on her lips was sweet, making me want more.
I reached for her breasts, rolling to my side and rising up. She looked so beautiful laying there. I toyed with her nipple, watching the bud and puckered darker skin around it. “I never dreamed it could be like this. To be with you, naked, just enjoying this pleasure. I wondered, watching porn movies with Jeff, but that’s usually kind of fake. But here…with you, it’s real.”
“Yeah. There’s a gentle quality… Being with a man is nice but so is this.” Her hand rose to brush my hair back from my face and tuck it behind my ears. She looked at me with a soft smile.
I grinned and dipped lower to take her nipple between my lips, letting it go with a pop. “And there’s no whisker burn. I like that.”
My hand brushed over her stomach and down, fingers threading along the fine down on her mons. I pushed the inside velvet skin of her thigh, opening her for my touch. She was wet and warm, her labia folding around my finger as I slid it in her furrow. Her sigh and arched back when I rubbed her clit drew my mouth lower. I shifted on the bed to lie between her legs. Her pussy lay like a feast before me, the glistening slit, dark, delicate folds of skin cradling her bud of pleasure.
I blew softly against her lips, conscious of her sudden intake of breath. Slowly I lowered and kissed where I knew her clit hid. My lips parted and tongue teased into her—my first taste of another woman. Her arousal was tangy and sweet on my tongue, her scent a mixture of soap and musk. My fingers parted her lips and I licked with just the tip of my tongue, searching for her bud of lust.
“Oh fuck, that’s good. “ Her whispered words and the small jerk of her hips when I touched that spot were all that I needed to press my tongue harder onto her flesh.
I licked circles around it and my fingers slid lower to her opening. When I pushed into her hot, slippery flesh, her muscles c
ontracted on my fingers. I flicked my tongue over her clit as I withdrew my fingers, only to press them harder into her again.
“Oh Grace…keep doing that. I love what you’re doing with your tongue.” Her hips wiggled under me, and then rocked rhythmically against my mouth. Her cunt was tight on my fingers, pulling when I withdrew them.
A thought of Jeff flashed in my mind. I was feeling on my fingers what his cock must feel like, buried deep, thrusting in and out. Oh Jesus, that HAD to be a wonderful feeling.
I glanced up to her face, pulling my head back so that just the tip of my tongue touched her clit. She strained up, torso propped on her arms, watching me lick her pussy. Her eyes were half closed, lips slack and she panted. I could tell she was close to orgasm.
I pumped my fingers faster into her, and attacked her clit with a passion. Oh fuck, she’d given me a mind blowing orgasm and I wanted to do the same for her.
“Don’t stop…keep licking and finger fucking me... Oh God, this is good!” Her voice was guttural and words quick.
I couldn’t stop even if I wanted to. The sight of her passion was getting me horny all over again.
“OH FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!” She screamed her lust, hips jerking into me so hard it was like trying to stay on a bucking bronco. But I rode her clit with my mouth, following her movements, never letting up. Her hand fisted my hair, pulling me harder onto her pussy. Waves of luscious wetness flooded over my fingers as she orgasmed. It was one of the most erotic moments I’ve ever known.
She pulled me away and swiveled on the bed until her face was before me. She pulled my head and kissed me hard, her tongue licking, lips sucking mine. When she moved to the side, her words whispered in my ear, “That was intense! Your tongue is wicked good.”
I held her breast and rolled it in my hand, and turned to whisper, “I’m glad. Imagine what that would be like if your cunt was filled with cock. Jeff’s cock.”
Her head pulled back and there was a smile on her lips, gazing into my eyes. “I can’t wait.”
My hand rose to cup her cheek. “Me too.” I thought of him sitting at home, the state I’d left him in and my clit tingled again.
Lily slid over the bed, to stand and grin down at me. “Let me go get our wine and we can drink it in here. I’ve had some thoughts on what we’re going to do with your husband.” She started to walk away but paused in the doorway and looked over her shoulder. “Think he’d mind being our sex slave on his birthday?”
I smiled, picturing it. “Are you kidding? He’d love it.” My eyes narrowed for a second, thinking. “But maybe the second night, since that’s his actual birthday, we could reverse that—become his slaves.”
Chapter 5 – The best birthday ever, as told by Jeff
“The Poconos? That’s where we’re going?” I sat in the passenger seat, watching as Grace wheeled the car off the interstate. We’d been in the car for two hours and I was getting hungry. Also, where was Lily? Had Grace changed her mind and decided on a romantic second honeymoon type thing?
My empty stomach sunk and there was heaviness in my chest even though I smiled. I glanced across at her, determined to make the best of it. She’d gone to a lot of trouble and even if it was just the two of us, it’d still be fun--a whole weekend to ourselves. Sleep in, have tons of sex and eat like pigs. What could be better?
“You’ll see.” She giggled and drove the car to the side of the road. When we were stopped, she reached in her purse and took out a red scarf. “Actually I lied. You won’t see. This is as good a spot as any to put the blindfold on.”
My mouth dropped open and a grin spread on my face. Maybe she was going through with the threesome after all. “Okay. But I hope it’s not much farther. I hate sitting here, not being able to see, especially with all the colors and the mountains.”
I leaned over and she placed the scarf over my eyes and tied it at the back of my head. Her perfume wafted into my nose and the bracelet she wore tinkled as she worked. The collar of my shirt and the tie she’d insisted I wear, dug into my neck for a few moments and then she was done.
She was probably taking me to dinner and then we’d get settled in whatever room she’d rented. Hell, she was all dolled up, so it must be someplace fancy. Would Lily be joining us then, or later in the room? Holy God, my cock was getting thick thinking of being with two women, one of which was my wife. How could that be when we’d fucked like rabbits all week long? Ever since she’d come back from Lily’s that night when they were scheming and doing other deliciously nasty things with each other, we’d been insatiable.
Except for last night that is. She’d even gone so far as to sleep in the spare room. She wanted me hot and horny. Well, no danger of that not happening. I slid my hand down to my crotch and adjusted my cock to a more comfortable spot, easing the pressure of the pants.
Grace wheeled the car back onto the road, humming a little tune. Well, she sure was happy. Like the cat who swallowed the canary.
Speaking of swallowing, I really hope it’s a threesome. How many times had I fantasized about it watching porn with Grace? And then when Al was bragging at work about his girlfriend setting it up for his birthday, I couldn’t get it out of my head. This kind of thing actually happened to normal people? Even mechanics? If Al could do this, then so could I.
Thank God for the dental work and that laughing gas. I don’t know if I ever would have had the nerve to bring it up, otherwise.
I reached over and rubbed Grace’s thigh, slide my hand up under her dress. She stopped me and let out a small laugh. “Later, birthday boy.”
That day, telling Lily she was beautiful—the first time I’d ever said anything flirty to her. I’d just blurted it out. It was true. In the low top and tight jeans she had a killer bod. But more than that, she was nice, and when she smiled her whole face lit up, kind of impish with the green eyes and red hair. Probably on some level, I’d known that something like this could only happen with her. I mean, Grace was comfortable around Lily and there’d never been any hint that I was remotely interested in her friend.
My body leaned to the side as the car slowed down and took a turn to the right. For a minute, gravel crunched under the wheels and then the car stopped.
“We’re here!” Her voice was chirpy and I reached behind me to untie the knot of the scarf.
“Not yet. Hang on. I’ll come around and help you out.”
I heard the car door open and then it bang shut. Well this was going to be awkward, checking in at some hotel wearing a blind fold.
The car door opened and I felt the cooler air on my face. She held my hand, helping me out of the car and then led me slowly along a walkway. It was quiet, too quiet for a busy hotel. We stopped and there was the soft snick of a door opening. She pulled me forward, telling me to step higher for the step.
Inside, the aroma of a spicy, floral scent, filled my nostrils. It was warm and there was a crackle, like a burning log in a fireplace would make. Soft music began to play. “Can I take the blindfold off?”
“Not yet.”
My breath caught in my throat and my cock jumped to life! That was Lily’s voice. Oh fuck, yeah. It WAS going to be a threesome!
Soft perfumed arms and hands roamed over my back and another set of hands slid over my stomach down to the crotch of my pants. Their perfume was intoxicating, bodies inches away from me. There was a tug on my waist followed by the clink of my belt buckle being loosened and then the snick of my zipper being lowered.
A warm hand slid inside the cotton shorts, down to grasp and pull my cock from the soft fabric. Oh FUCK! It felt so good the way she rubbed it, slowly rolling to the base and back to the knob, spreading the pre-cum over the pulpy head.
Hot moist breath warmed my ear and then the fluttery, wet feeling of a tongue caressing my skin.
My legs almost buckled when I heard the rustle of fabric and then felt the hot slick tongue slip up the underside of my shaft. Who was that? Was it Lily giving me head? I arched into her as her mouth to
ok my meat inside. Oh fuck, not being able to see who it was, what she was doing just added to the hotness of her mouth. Every flick of her tongue, her breath warm on my groin, was driving me nuts.
A hand was on my chest, fumbling with the tie and buttons of my shirt. When it was loosened, the air cooler on my skin, fingers pinched my nipple. I reached for the head that was on my cock, to pull her harder and arch deeper, fucking her mouth. I didn’t know how much more I could stand of this before I blew a load.
Fingernails scraped across the knuckles of my hands and then they were pushed to the side. Immediately the mouth on my cock pulled back, leaving me dangling and aching for more tongue action. I jumped when the fingers on my nipple gave it a hard twist.
What the hell? My hands rose to tear the scarf off but other hands seized them, stopping me in mid air. There was cold on my wrist and then the snap of metal clicking into place. Next the other wrist. Oh my God, they’d handcuffed me! If it wasn’t Grace and Lily I would have been scared as hell. But it was them and they were playing some sort of crazy game.
“Stand still, Jeff. If you’re a good boy, then maybe we’ll remove the blindfold. Are you going to be good?” It was Grace’s voice, soft and light. It almost sounded like she was trying not to laugh.
All right then ladies, I’ll play your game. So far, it’d been fun—getting head from one of you.
It seemed like a long time that I stood there, my cock hanging out, still hard as iron brushing against my wrist, listening to them move and their soft whispers. What were they up to?
There was a tug on the back of my head and I sensed their warm bodies next to me. The blindfold was whisked away and I stared across the room to a large stone fireplace, orange and gold flames licking at two large logs. It was a big room, the walls were log and a huge king sized bed dominated half of it. Above the bed the ceilings were covered with mirrors and there were mirror on one of the walls adjacent to it. Oh my God, it was beautiful, a cozy rustic den of fuckability.