by Selena Kitt
“Well, if there’s anything you need from me,” he said with a small smile. “You just let me know.”
“Will do.” Jack grinned and winked at me, but I looked down at my plate, unable to ignore the feeling between my thighs anymore. My clit responded to the growing hum, my nipples hardening against the silk fabric of the dress.
“Thanks,” I whispered, leaning my hand against my forehead and looking desperately at Jack. Lloyd walked slowly away, glancing over his shoulder at us, and I waited until he’d gone into the kitchen before speaking.
“Turn it off!” I hissed as I watched Jack cut into his steak. Every time I shifted in my seat, the butterfly kissed my clit, sending shivers through me.
“Are you sure?” He lifted his fork to his mouth, eyes on mine as he chewed. I bit my lip, glancing around as I moved my hips, back and forth, forcing that fleshy nub to rub against my clit. God, it felt good…
“Not here, Jack,” I pleaded, in spite of the delightful sensation between my legs. It was just too humiliating to bear.
”Okay.” He sighed, reaching into his pocket. Relieved, I held my breath, waiting for the buzzing to stop.
“Jack!” I nearly screamed his name, sitting up straight, eyes wide, when the probe in my ass began to rotate. Lloyd peeked his head out of the kitchen, blinking at us, and I bit my lip to keep from crying out.
“Did you need something?” Lloyd came over to the table and I groaned softly as the probe found some deep, secret place in me, pressing there again and again.
“No, no.” I waved him away. The aching buzz between my legs was hard enough to ignore, but the insistent turning of the probe in my ass was impossible not to respond to. “Please…please go away…god…okay?” I pleaded, closing my eyes and squirming in my chair.
“Feel good, baby?” Jack whispered, and I knew Lloyd must be gone, but I didn’t want to open my eyes to see.
“Yes,” I whispered back, leaning my forehead on my palm again, thinking I could hide my pleasure somehow. It was too good to ignore and my hips began to rock all on their own, forcing the butterfly to kiss my clit and the probe deeper into my ass.
“That’s it,” Jack urged, and the probe began to rotate faster, making me moan softly and shake my head, trying to deny it. “God, you’re beautiful.”
“Ohh no,” I breathed, arching my back and grazing my hard nipples against the edge of the table. I didn’t want to do this, to come here in the middle of the restaurant, but there was nothing I could do. My body wasn’t under my own control and my response was involuntary, my thighs beginning to quiver, my breath coming faster.
“He’s watching you,” Jack murmured and my eyes flew open. He jerked his head toward the bathrooms and I turned my head slowly, at first not seeing anything through the haze of my own pleasure. Then I glimpsed Lloyd’s dark head through the leaves of one of the rubber tree plants. My eyes dropped slowly, drawn by a motion behind the trunk. For a moment, I was too distracted by the steady pulse between my thighs and wasn’t sure what I was seeing. A hot wave went through me when I realized Lloyd’s hand was cupping his crotch through his dark waiter’s pants, rubbing himself there.
“Oh god,” I whispered as the buzzing grew between my legs, the probe sinking deeper into my ass as I shifted my hips in the chair. Jack took his hand out of his jacket pocket and cut himself another piece of steak as he watched me. I looked up at him. “Please…”
“My cock is so hard right now.” He said it casually, taking another sip of wine, but the thought made me groan out loud. Watching me giving into the rising sensation between my legs was arousing him, and that just served to intensify my pleasure. “I bet Lloyd’s is, too…”
I glanced over toward the bathrooms, surprised to see Lloyd sliding the zipper down on his slacks. He was only partially hidden by the plant, and if anyone walked in or out of the bathroom, they would be sure to see him. I looked around the restaurant with half-closed eyes. The couple in the corner was in the middle of their dinner and hadn’t seemed to notice anything. The maître d' was out in the alcove near the front of the restaurant—I couldn’t see him at all. Apparently, we were alone, at least for the moment.
But that was the last time I was going to be able to assess whether or not it was safe to do what we were doing—because when I glanced over and saw Lloyd’s hand moving up and down the considerable length of his exposed cock, I lost any more ability to think or reason or stop what was happening. Instead, I rested my head on my arms on the table, moaning softly as the butterfly buzzed hungrily against my clit, hoping I looked like I was just resting or was perhaps feeling a bit ill.
What I was feeling, however, was the opposite. I couldn’t control how fast my breath was coming or the soft, whimpering noises my throat insisted on making as my body climbed higher and higher toward climax. I glanced at Lloyd stroking himself, faster and faster as he watched me rocking as subtly as I could against my chair. I was starting to lose all sense of where I was, my pussy on fire, my ass clenching in response to the rotating probe.
“Jack,” I whimpered, sitting up and grabbing onto the edges of my chair. “Oh honey, I—”
I heard Jack’s breath, too, coming fast as he watched me, his eyes full of lust. I swear I heard Lloyd breathing heavy, too, just a few tables away, jerking himself off behind the rubber tree plant. I arched my back, biting my lip to keep from crying out as I came, shuddering on my chair as the relentless buzzing between my legs went on and on. My pussy clamped down in sweet, continuous waves, making my ass clench and pull the probe even deeper.
“Ohhh baby, my ass,” I moaned out loud, rocking faster, unable to stop. Jack’s eyes widened as I gripped the edge of the table, fucking against the sweet, turning probe in my ass that was making me shudder uncontrollably. “Ohhh Jack, I’m gonna come in my ass!”
I was apparently loud enough to make the couple in the back corner look around, but I didn’t notice then—Jack told me about it later. I was too focused on riding it out, shoving my bottom down in the chair, wanting more, deeper, harder, god, I couldn’t stand it, I was so close, almost there, and suddenly I was bucking and arching as I came, completely lost, giving myself over as my body shuddered in the chair. I moaned, I heard myself moaning and couldn’t stop it, grabbing the edge of the table so hard it shook in my hands.
“Oh my god,” I heard Jack whisper. I opened my eyes, my whole body flushed with heat and I watched, breathless, as Lloyd stiffened and came, too, his cock spraying the trunk of the rubber tree plant with the first blast. I gasped out loud, still quivering with my own climax, watching with rapt attention as the next few waves spurted hotly into the soil of the pot below.
“Jack, turn it off!” I hissed, glaring at him, flushed, still panting, but he just grinned. “You! God!” I stood, feeling so dizzy I had to grip the table to keep from falling. The butterfly continued to hum until I reached the ladies room door, pushing past Lloyd, who was still zipping himself up and straightening, looking very red in the face.
Then, finally, it stopped. I stood in front of the mirror, leaning against the bathroom sink, looking at my flushed cheeks, my breasts rising and falling fast under black lace, still stunned by what had just happened. Who was this woman in the mirror, the one who had always done the right things, who was nothing but an ordinary wife and mother and elementary school teacher trying to build a life with her husband in the normal, suburban world? Did I even know her?
My eyes were wild, still full of lust, and I felt it. The tiny clitoral vibrator between my legs began to buzz, ever so gently. It was so soft I couldn’t even hear it, but I felt it, and knew it was Jack, calling me. My pussy hummed in response. I was soaking wet, my thighs sticky with my juices, and god help me, I wanted more. Whatever place I had discovered inside myself over the past few months, a place I couldn’t have imagined in the deepest, darkest recesses of my imagination, had become home.
I tucked a few auburn curls into place before taking a deep breath and heading out of
the bathroom again. When I got back to the table, at least a little more composed, although unable to keep the humiliating blush from my cheeks, Jack had our food wrapped and ready to go.
“Come on.” He held out his hand to me and grabbed the bottle of wine off the table. “Let’s go do dessert.”
I groaned softly as he led me out and I saw Lloyd when I glanced furtively back over my shoulder, standing in the alcove with the maître d', his dark eyes hungry as he watched us depart.
Chapter 7
He kissed me in the elevator, pressing his hard cock against my crotch, grinding that fluttering butterfly against my pussy. We were alone—thank god, because I don’t think he would’ve stopped, even if we hadn’t been, and I didn’t want him to. There was a mirror against the back wall, and I watched us over his shoulder as we rocked together, a couple locked in a lustful embrace, almost as if I were standing outside of myself.
“Jack!” I gasped when he reached over and pushed the emergency stop button, the alarm sounding. “What—?”
But he didn’t give me time to answer. Turning me around, he shoved me up against the mirror, yanking my expensive dress up over the bare expanse of my ass, and kneeling down to bury his face against my pussy. Oh god! The vibrator between my legs, barely buzzing before, began to hum louder as Jack shoved his face into my pussy, fucking me with his tongue, his nose pressing the rotating probed deeper into my aching ass.
“Oh god!” I spread wider for him, hanging onto the railing across the back of the elevator, looking at myself through half closed eyes. Who was this women exposing herself in a public elevator and letting her husband lick her…oh…god…fuck her…
Jack stood, the food and wine on the floor beside us as he unzipped and shoved his cock into my cunt, impaling me, pulling my hips back to meet his. I moaned, arching to take him, the buzz against my clit driving me crazy, taking me closer and closer to yet another orgasm.
“What a pretty little fuckslut you are,” he murmured, his gaze moving over my image in the mirror, my breasts swaying as he slammed into me, my cheek pressed to the mirror, my heated, panting breath fogging the surface. “You like being my fuckslut, don’t you?” I groaned, closing my eyes, knowing he was right and feeling humiliated at the thought. But I did like it—more than that, I loved it.
“Tell me.” I felt his hands gripping my breasts as he fucked me, faster, harder, driving the rotating probe deep into my ass, the persistent hum against my clit making me writhe with pleasure. “Tell me, you little whore!”
I groaned, flushing, spreading wider and working my ass back against him, grinding, feeling myself letting go completely, not caring where we were, who I thought I was or wanted everyone to think I was. There was nothing but me and Jack and the sweet, rising sensation building between us. In that moment, in every moment, I was completely his.
“Yes!” I nearly screamed the word, his hand in my hair, pulling my head back so he could turn my face to his and kiss me, hard, bruising, his cock swelling inside of me. I gasped, meeting his lust filled eyes with mine. “Yes, I love being your little fuckslut. I’m your little whore, Jack. I’m your nasty, dirty little girl. Fuck me good and hard, baby. Make me come all over your cock!”
He groaned at the words, his tongue plunging almost as deep into my mouth as his cock was buried in my pussy, and I came then, my screams of pleasure muffled as Jack spent himself inside of me, his shuddering weight pressing us both forward against the mirror, his cock throbbing deep in me.
“Oh fuck.” He panted as he tucked and zipped, releasing the emergency stop.
I didn’t move, hanging onto the railing, feeling my dress sliding back down over my behind, and Jack’s cum slowly moving downward, too. I stood there, trying to catch my breath, until the bell sounded for our floor and the doors opened. Jack moved to put an arm around me, guiding me out and down the hall to our room. He had, thankfully, turned the vibrator off, and the butterfly was quiet against my swollen clit as Jack juggled everything to put the keycard in the door and opened it.
I went immediately to the bed, collapsing there, belly first. I heard Jack chuckle as he put our leftover food in the little fridge and stowed the wine, but I didn’t move. Just remembering what had happened made me flush again with lust—my god, what were we doing here, my husband and I? What exactly were we doing?
“Ready for bed?” He lay beside me, on his back, loosening his tie, smiling up at the ceiling. I turned my head, resting my cheek against my arm, so full of him, still, I could barely breathe. And still, I wanted more. I loved my husband, I had loved him since the moment I saw him, I think, sitting across from me in a very boring college Lit class, but I couldn’t remember feeling this way before, so full and empty of him all at once.
“Bed…” I murmured. “Bathtubs…restaurants…elevators…it doesn’t matter to me…”
He turned toward me, up on his elbow, his hand moving over the lacy material of my dress, down my back, over the swell of my behind. His gaze followed, and I saw the hunger there, the same ache I was feeling, I think. We’d sparked something between us that had moved from a slow burn toward something more like a wild fire, out of control.
“More?” His fingers dragged my dress up over my thighs, my ass, exposing me, and I sighed happily.
“Always.”
The toy was quiet now, but out of the corner of my eye, I saw Jack reach into his pocket and so I knew what was coming as it jumped to life again. I shivered, my hips already moving in response.
“Such a hungry slut,” he murmured, turning me over on the bed. I let him, willing to do anything now, lost in desire and sensation. He put my feet up on the bed—I was still wearing the strappy black heels—spreading my thighs into a wide butterfly, mimicking the toy between my legs. I groaned softly when the anal probe began to turn, touching deep, soft places in me, bringing them alive.
“God I love your cunt.” Jack knelt beside the bed, and I felt his hot breath, such a sweet anticipation. “Do you like your new toy?”
“My new toy?” I laughed softly, going up on my elbows so I could look down at him. “You’re sure having a lot of fun playing with it, even if you claim it’s mine.”
“Can’t deny that,” he agreed, reaching into his pocket again, making me arch and gasp by turning it up. “Your pleasure is my single greatest joy, sweetheart.”
“Ohhh god!” My head went back, my eyes closing, gasping, “That works out well, then, doesn’t it?”
“I’ll say.” His fingers slid into my wetness—and I was wet. Beyond wet, really. My dress was pulled up to my waist, my panties gone, still in Jack’s pocket presumably, and I was completely exposed to him, trembling with a longing I couldn’t even begin to articulate. His hand moved, fingers in and out, first two, then three, mimicking the motion of fucking, making me rock with him.
“Can you take another?” he asked, twisting his hand, pressing his fingers together and sliding them—all four of them—deep inside, stretching me wide.
“Ahhhhh god!” I gasped at the sensation, so very open, my flesh becoming more elastic as he worked his fingers into my pussy. “Jack! Oh! It’s too much!”
“Where have I heard that before?” he mused, and I heard the click of a K-Y tube being opened and glanced down in a panic. He was applying it liberally to my pussy and his hand as he slipped deeper—all four of his fingers moving slowly in and out—stretching me to the breaking point.
“What are you doing?” I gasped as he tossed the tube aside, his eyes bright as he twisted his hand, pressing, forcing me to spread wider. “Ohhh! Jack!”
“Just relax,” he murmured, moving to one knee on the bed, his hand still buried inside me, up to his knuckles now, his thumb tucked under as he pushed hard, forcing my flesh to yawn open in response. There was pain with every inch of ground he gained, an uncomfortable feeling of fullness, but the competitive pleasure of the fluttering butterfly against my clit helped combat it.
“Please,” I whimpered, back on my e
lbows, watching as my husband’s hand seemed to disappear between my legs. “Oh god, please…”
“Let me…” His eyes met mine, and I bit my lip, remembering the first time he put his cock fully into my ass, how much trust it took, how much effort. “Let me in…”
“Ohhhh yes,” I whispered, focused on relaxing everything between my legs, opening to him completely, not fighting anymore, and I was amazed how easy it was for him to slide his fist all the way inside. His knuckles were nubs moving deep as he twisted his hand, back and forth, watching my face.
“Like that?”
I groaned, nodding, unable to speak. The sensation was too much, so intense I thought I might die as he started to move his hand in and out in of my pussy, beginning to fuck me, this time not with his fingers, or his cock, but with his entire fist. He was slow at first, just like he’d been the first time he put his cock in my ass, but that didn’t last long.