“Do up your shirt.”
She buttoned up though the top three buttons kept popping loose because her bra was missing.
“Don’t worry about the top three. It’s fine.” His grin returned. “In fact, you don’t notice that you’re missing your bra or your skirt and panties. Go the rest of the night without them but think that you’re wearing them.”
She nodded.
“Stand up and turn around. Hold your ass open.”
She stood and held her ass cheeks open as she presented Lucas with her back. She let out a happy yip when he wiggled the slender, teardrop shaped plug of her foxtail into her asshole.
“There you go. Sit down again.” He waited for her to sit and then said, “Once I let you out, you won’t notice you’re wearing the tail either but you’ll shake your ass so it wiggles each time I say something to you.”
She nodded.
“And last for now, after I let you out, you will obey the trigger words but won’t remember me using them. It’ll be like you didn’t hear them at all and you won’t see my lips moving if you happen to be looking at me. Matter of fact, you won’t see the coin anymore either, even if I’m holding it right in front of your face. Got it?”
“Yes.”
“Good.” He heaved a breath and rolled his shoulders. “Let’s see how this works. Remember I said you won’t feel or notice the aftereffects of sex, so you don’t feel that semen dripping down your leg. And you won’t remember anything you did.”
Emily glanced at the inside of her right thigh and the trail Lucas mentioned. She didn’t know how she wouldn’t notice that. She hated being wet when she should be dry. And her asshole still tingled with the memory of the wand. That she would notice without fail.
“Moment of truth. Sew-sew in.” He stared at her, searching her face and waiting.
Emily said, “Told you it wouldn’t work.”
“You don’t—” He stopped when she shifted against the bed, trying to wiggle her tail but failing since she was sitting on it. He shrugged. “Yeah. Didn’t work. This time. I still have twenty-eight days to figure it out.”
“You do that. I have to get started on the laundry.” Emily rose from the bed, grabbed the laundry basket and left the room, foxtail bumping against the backs of her legs and a thin line of cum dribbling along the inside of her thigh.
Cool air fanning across her chest brought her attention to her open shirt. The top three buttons were undone. She set the basket down and grumbled nonsense as she did them up. The buttons popped free again and would continue to pop free so long as she was missing her bra, allowing her ample bosom to press against the front of the shirt. She stopped fiddling with it. “Whatever.”
She walked into the laundry room and started piling a load of dark clothes into the washer. Each time she bent over to grab more clothes, her pussy pushed free a little more cum mixed with her moisture, extending the trail making its way down her leg to the floor.
“Em, you forgot these.” Lucas stood in the doorway, holding the exact same skirt and panties she was wearing, which couldn’t be the case since she was wearing them. She didn’t have any other skirt with the peacock pattern. Emily wasn’t the type to buy two of anything since that was a waste of money. The light had to be playing tricks, making the pattern look like a peacock when it wasn’t. She had a skirt with a phoenix motif that slightly resembled the peacock one.
She wiggled her ass so her foxtail whipped from side to side as she grabbed the skirt and panties from him. “Thanks.” She put the panties in the delicate pile and the skirt in with the rest of the darks. When Lucas didn’t leave, she glanced at him. “Did you need something?”
“Just admiring you work.”
Wiggle. Wiggle. Wiggle.
“Instead of admiring, you could help. There’s laundry in the dryer that needs folding and most of it is yours. Or you could go do the dishes.”
“Folding it is.”
Wiggle. Wiggle. Wiggle.
“Thank you.” Emily tossed into the washer a detergent ball and dialed in the cycle.
Close to her shoulder, Lucas said, “Snip-snip out.”
Emily wiggled her ass and then stopped moving.
“I could watch that all day but you’ll only do it when you’re wearing the tail.” He pulled it free and set it aside. “I was going to save this for later but watching you shake that ass has got me eager to do it now.”
After he emptied the contents of the dryer onto the folding table, he beckoned Emily over. She walked to him, which made him smile. “You follow nonverbal too, huh? Good to know. I really need to read through those directions later and find out what all I can do.” He pulled the pink dual penetrator from his back pocket. “Bend over.”
The folding table was a little higher than waist height, which made it the perfect level for Emily. She bent forward and rested her head on the warm clothes.
“Comfy?”
“Yes.”
“How about if you put one leg up?”
Emily lifted her right knee onto the table and then shifted so the edge didn’t dig into her skin. “This works too.”
“Good. Hold that pose.” Lucas pulled the lube bottle from his back pocket, spread some onto the penetrator, and then positioned the toy against her asshole and pussy entrance.
Emily whimpered with need.
“Horny, Em?”
She nodded.
“You freaky girl, you. You just came a few minutes ago. But then I knew about your appetite when we got married. That’s why I know you want this as badly as I want to give it to you.” He pushed the toy home as he dialed up the vibrations.
Emily rolled her hips and moaned loudly while gripping the opposite edge of the table to maintain her perch.
“That’s it, Em. Ride it.”
She switched from scooping her ass to rocking. Lucas held the toy steady as she availed herself. At random intervals he changed the speed. One second her pussy had pulses and her asshole had humming. The next both openings received ascending and descending vibrations that complemented and enhanced each other.
Lucas reached around her side so he could rub her clit. Emily let out a happy cry and moved faster. He kissed her shoulder. “Tell me before you come.”
She nodded quickly. The moment was close. So close. Emily’s frantic pumping made the folding counter squeak and shake. “Co-coming. Coming. Coming.”
He pulled the vibe free just as Emily clenched her inner muscles. With the path unimpeded, the liquid proof of her release jetted from her channel. The last of Lucas’s cum exited her pussy and pooled on the floor beneath her.
“Thar she blows.” Lucas laughed and stopped stroking her clit so he could pat her ass. “I knew my Em was still a squirter. She hasn’t done it in a while. For me anyway.” He tapped the vibe against her back. “Do you squirt when you masturbate?”
“Not all the time,” she said in a breathy voice.
“I guess that makes me feel a little better.” He retrieved the foxtail. “Let’s put this back in.”
Emily purred and dipped her hips as he pushed the plug back into her asshole.
“You can’t still be hungry.”
She wiggled, trying to swing the tail, but her position made it awkward.
Lucas cupped her slit and rubbed it, chuckling at the way she slid over his hand. “Or you could. I think I’m going to need some help from more than these toys or you’ll wear me out.” He bent over her and caressed her pussy faster as she tried again to shake her tail.
“Oh yes, Lucas. Just like that.”
“It’s been a while since we had friends over. A long while. How about we have a get-together? A barbecue maybe?”
“Who?”
“All familiar faces, I promise.”
“When?” She inhaled quickly. The act of shaking her tail, shifting her pussy over Lucas’ hand, was about to make her come again.
“This weekend. That’s enough time to get invites out and gather supplies. We can
set up in the backyard and then our friends can help get you off. And we don’t have to worry about the neighbors. The Tripps are off on vacation and Noah will probably love to see you like this. What do you say?”
“Yes. Yes. Yes. Lucas, yes. Coming.” Emily came again, panting and trembling.
“Good.” He backed up a few steps. “Remember the conversation about the barbecue but forget the circumstances under which we had it. Also don’t think about all the sex talk. This is just a simple gathering of friends.”
She wiggled her ass. “Okay.”
“Actually, don’t remember the conversation. Bring it up later. I want it to be your idea.”
“Okay.”
“Great. Now. Back to the washer with you.” He helped her straighten off the folding table and planted her in front of the washer. After opening the lid so the cycle stopped, he exited the room. Over his shoulder, he said, “Sew-sew in.”
Emily closed the washer lid and then faced the folding table. Lucas was gone. She thought he was folding the clothes. Instead he had left them in a heap on the folding table. He must have snuck away after agreeing to do it.
“Lucas, why didn’t you fold the laundry?”
“Because I’m in the kitchen doing the dishes.”
She wiggled her ass, wagging her foxtail. “Oh.”
He poked his head in the doorway, grinning wide and appearing pleased. “Did you need me?”
She waved her tail. “Every minute of every day. You know that.” She blew a kiss at him and then stuck her tongue out.
“Uh huh. Just wait.” He held out the chain around his neck. “This coin is going to ensure I have the last laugh.”
Wiggle. Wiggle. Wiggle. “You know what they say about he who laughs last, right?”
“He laughs the best.”
Wiggle. Wiggle. Wiggle. “No, he thinks the slowest.”
“Ha. Ha.” He returned to the kitchen and then called, “You want to watch a movie after I finish the dishes? The kids aren’t here to hog the remote. We should celebrate with one of those after-hours movies from Skinemax.”
Emily started to say no, but changed her mind as she waved her hips. “Sure. I might even let you get to second base.”
“Promises, promises. But I don’t need your handouts. I can use my trusty coin to score a home run.”
She wiggled her ass again. “If it worked.”
“It will.”
The foxtail waved harder since she wiggled her ass while walking over to the folding counter. She might as well do it, since Lucas hadn’t. Something wet was under her foot but she ignored it. It was nothing. “Oh hey, Lucas, do want to have some of our friends over for a barbecue this weekend? Nothing fancy since three days isn’t much advance notice. Just some food and adult conversation. You haven’t fired up the grill in a while.”
“That I haven’t. Sure. I’ll get the word out. You get the food.”
She smiled as she waved her tail. “Will do.”
A barbecue was just what she needed to start this summer right. They were kid free for almost three months and she planned to enjoy it.
Chapter Two
Emily was setting the last bowl on the picnic table sitting in the middle of the perfectly manicured lawn when she heard a car pull into the driveway. To Lucas she said, “They’re here.”
Lucas stood at the grill a few feet away with tongs at the ready, awaiting the perfect moment to flip the burgers, hot dogs and bratwursts. “You have amazing ears.”
“I have kids. It comes with the territory.” Two car doors slammed and Emily called, “We’re back here.”
Duke came through the gate with his arm around his wife’s waist. “He-yo. We’re here. Where’s the grub? I’m starved.”
Lucas said, “Almost finished.” He held the tongs out to Richard, who left the picnic table and the chips he was munching to take up vigil of the grilling meat. Lucas met Duke and Claudia halfway. “Good of you two to make it.”
“Thanks for having us.” Duke and Lucas shook hands.
Emily used her apron to wipe off before giving Duke her hand. She yelped when he pulled her into an engulfing hug and rocked from side to side. “Still a hugger.” She chuckled as she tried to get away from him.
“Always a hugger when it comes to you, Emi. Always.” He released her but kept his arm around her shoulders. “Sorry we’re late. Claudia decided to try on half her closet.”
Emily didn’t know why Claudia bothered because she looked good in everything. The woman could make a burlap sack covered in mud look like high fashion. It was too bad that wasn’t what she was wearing today. Emily might not feel as outclassed.
Lucas asked Claudia, “Duke told you this was a barbecue, not a pool party, right?”
“What, this?” Claudia plucked at the tie-front bolero top, which matched the wavy pattern of the sarong wraparound skirt that showed off her slim, toned form to perfection. “It’s multi-purpose outdoor fun wear. If I thought I was going to a pool party, I would have worn a bikini instead of a shirt.”
Emily mumbled, “If you can call that a shirt.” She pasted a smile on her face when Claudia looked her way. “It’s great to see you. You look fantastic as always.”
Claudia shoved Duke aside and hugged Emily tight. “It’s been forever.”
“I wouldn’t call a few months forever.” Emily managed to extricate herself without appearing that she wanted to escape. “We met up during spring break, remember?”
“That was ages ago. We used to hang out almost every weekend. What happened?”
“I don’t know about you, but my kids entered middle school and suddenly weekends were reserved for practice and games.”
“That’s true. Our daughter is old enough to babysit, so she’s usually out of the house most weekends. When she started, Duke and I didn’t know what to do with all our free time.”
Duke wiggled his eyebrows at her. “We figured it out quick enough. And speaking of kids being out of the house, where did you ship yours?”
Lucas said, “Our parents. Hers for half the summer and mine for the other half with a visit to their aunt for a week tossed in there somewhere. We didn’t ask for too many details.”
“Mostly because our parents told us to shut up and hand them over without question.” Emily chuckled. “I swear, they have been trying to kidnap our babies since they were born. I’m not sure we’ll get them back in August.”
Claudia asked, “They are the only grandkids, right? Lucas is an only child. Your sister hasn’t had any?”
“She says she never will. Our kids are it, which means they are spoiled rotten and pull the tell-the-grands card at every turn.” Emily waved that away. “But enough about that. The food is ready except the meat. We’ve got everything set up. I hope you brought your appetites.”
Duke patted his firm stomach. “I can always eat.”
Claudia snorted. “He can. I wish he would stop. Half our expenses are his food budget. I had to go and marry a man with a fast metabolism.”
Emily led them to the picnic table laden with bowls and platters of food she’d spent part of yesterday and all this morning cooking. “I’m not complaining. Lucas went nuts buying food for this. I expect most of it to be eaten or it’s going home with you. The last thing my figure needs is extra food in the house without my kids around to eat it.”
“Your figure is fine.” Lucas wrapped his arm around her shoulders and gave her a squeeze.
Claudia said, “I agree. Your dress is flattering and it’s gorgeous.”
“You think so?” Emily glanced down at the wavy green-and-coral patterned summer dress. The halter-style sweetheart neckline hugged her ample breasts while the dress flowed over her curvy figure without being tight. The back brushed her ankles but the front, which was hidden by her waist apron, only came to her knees—a high-low hemline.
Claudia gave Emily a thumbs-up. “I know so. Where did you get it?”
“I have no clue. Lucas dug it out of the deepest
part of the closet. I didn’t even know I had it. Considering how far he had to dig, I’m surprised it fits. Stuff that deep in my closet are the clothes I swear I’ll fit into again one day.” She shrugged. “You know. As soon as I decide to exercise on a regular basis.”
“Let me know if you want an exercise buddy. I’m good at motivation.”
“Sure thing.” Emily smiled wide but mentally filed the offer under things that would never happen. It was bad enough she felt frumpy and pudgy standing next to Claudia when they were wearing normal clothes. Exercise outfits would make the feeling worse.
“I’m here too, you know.” Richard waved the grill tongs at them. When they looked his way, he said, “Howdy.”
Duke went and shook hands with him. Claudia headed for the table but asked, “Where’s Bree?”
“Too last minute. She couldn’t get time off work.” Richard gave the tongs to Lucas and returned to the table. “She says she’ll definitely be at the next thing, whenever that is.”
Lucas said, “It’ll be soon. Bet on it. We’re making the most of having an empty house.”
Duke grinned. “I bet. So are there any rooms you haven’t christened yet?”
“A gentleman never tells.” He winked and everyone laughed.
Emily was happy Lucas had come up with a dodge because there was nothing to tell. After the conversation about the coin, the topic of their sex life—or lack thereof—hadn’t come up again. They spent their nights doing the same old routine.
She didn’t know what had become of the coin either. If Lucas returned it, he hadn’t mentioned it to her. Or maybe he was still trying to figure out how it worked. Either way, she hadn’t seen it.
“Em, let me borrow your apron.” Lucas beckoned to her.
She tried to undo the tie as she walked over to him. “Where’s yours?”
“Who knows. You’re done cooking, so let me use yours.”
“Hold on. The knot is stuck.”
“Here. Let me do it. Move your hands.” He swatted her wrists and bent close as he wrestled with the knot. “Just about got it. Aha! There.” He uncoiled the strings from her waist and pulled the apron free. “Thank you.”
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