The Last To Know - What I did while we were Engaged

by Bridy McAvoy

  Your hands came down on top of my head a couple of times, but you didn’t push too hard. When you did, I’d let you get another inch or so in then I’d cough and make myself gag. Immediately, you stopped pressing and I lifted up. It took an age because I didn’t really suck at all, just moved my tongue and lips over you. Eventually, you tried to lift me off as I felt your cock start to expand in my mouth.

  “I’m going to cum, Sam. Lift off, lift off.”

  I didn’t. I grabbed your waist with both hands and held on, my lips stuck around your cock as you fired off into my mouth. I coughed and spluttered around you, then screamed around it. As you finished, I lifted off, clamped my hand over my mouth and rose to my feet, my eyes wide. Unable to speak, I bolted for the downstairs bathroom, locking the door behind me.

  Once in private I swallowed once, then stuck two fingers down my throat to make myself gag as loudly as possible. I managed to cough up some of the semen, and get it on my face and chest. My eyes watered from my own rough treatment and, after a minute, I started to run the tap. I’d forgotten the doors with locks in this house had a coin slot so they can be opened from the outside. That’s what you did. You didn’t knock or, if you had, I hadn’t heard you. You grabbed a flannel and dabbed at my chin, cleaning me up. Then you rinsed it and ran the cool fabric over my chest, finally rinsing it again and wiping my face.

  “I’m sorry.”

  “Don’t be sorry, Sam. Don’t be sorry for that.”

  “Well, I feel like such a fool.”

  “What? For spitting up after a guy came in your mouth?”

  “Not a guy—you, my fiancé. I wanted it to be so perfect.”

  You pulled me in to your chest, wrapping both arms around my naked back, and held me for several minutes. I think you’d be holding me still, but I’d made my point, and I needed to move on. I giggled and you gently pushed me away so we could look at each other. You went to kiss me but I shook my head.

  “What was so funny?”

  “Nothing. I just remember something wildly inappropriate.”

  “What?”

  I walked my fingers up the line of buttons on your shirt. “Practice makes perfect. How soon can you go again?”

  You chuckled. “That depends.”

  “On what?”

  “On whether you’re going to put your shirt on again.”

  “And if I leave it off, so you can play with my breasts?”

  “About thirty seconds.”

  “Coffee first, hey?”

  “Coffee first, agreed.”

  “Good, you go make it. I want to gargle and a lady needs her privacy for that.”

  If my memory is correct, I blew you another three times before I ran you home. I made a real show of being pleased that I kept it down each time. For me it was another barrier down, one more to go.

  Chapter Eight – Moving In

  For the next two weeks you met me from work and we went somewhere. We went bowling, to the cinema, for a burger, and occasionally for a meal. Always, though, at the end of the night, we ended up parked up, and I’d blow you. I think it was about ten days before I took you into my throat and it was such a shock to you that you came almost immediately. Then you stayed hard. So I carried on, sucking, and licking, and playing with you. I think you’d have stayed hard forever but I pushed my mouth down and angled my head, taking you down again. You did last longer this time, but not by that much. Afterward, we just cuddled.

  I knew then it was time, time I took that final step.

  “Si, honey.”

  “Hmm…”

  “I want to take you home for tonight. That has left me tired, but I want you to come around again for lunch tomorrow, okay?”

  “Sure, Sam, anything you say.”

  “Eleven okay with you? I’ve got something special…something I’ve been saving for you.”

  “Oh, okay.”

  I think you were still out of it at that point, literally blown away. I don’t think that last promise actually registered with you. I think I could have got you to agree to anything, even taking out a personal loan to finance the new library.

  * * * *

  I prepared very carefully for that day, honey. I needed that last barrier down. I wanted to have a sex life without limits—without any kind of sneaking around. I didn’t want multiple partners any more—been there, done that, had the orgasms and got the T-shirt. I’d done the ‘no strings’ sex, and I’d done the whole ‘submit to a man’ thing. Now I wanted a sex life that involved more than just mutual satisfaction—I wanted the love angle. Sure, I was fond of Mr. Bryant—over all, he hadn’t treated me that badly, at least not in my mind. If I rationalized it, he’d been a devil, but I wasn’t rationalizing it. But I wanted the real deal—the thing I’d denied myself for so long—and that was you. I wanted full sex with you and I was bursting with the desire and need for it.

  I dressed carefully for that morning, arranging things in the house the way I wanted them. My top wasn’t really a T-shirt—it was actually part of a two-layered top. I’d simply unpicked the seams at the shoulders that held the two layers together, and discarded the most opaque one. This onion skin was tight and it hugged my breasts, displaying every contour. It was thin enough for every part of my areolas and my nipples to be seen through it. The soft cotton skirt was tight and short too, and I wore a thin pair of panties underneath, just to stop my own liquids soaking the skirt and spoiling my surprise for you.

  You had one week left before you had to start work, so you were still without transport of your own, but you had insisted on catching a cab rather than letting me pick you up, which was a good job, given the way I was dressed—I might well have been arrested.

  I was in my stocking-clad feet as I answered the door when you arrived, and your eyes widened as you saw how I was dressed. After a kiss that seemed to go on forever, but certainly made me breathless, I led you through to the den. The main sitting room would have been better—bigger and sunnier in the morning—but it was also visible from the street and I didn’t want to get that careless. Once you were sitting down, I swarmed into your lap and resumed the kiss. I felt your hands easing the hem of my top out of my skirt, and I smiled into the kiss but didn’t break it until you were ready to whisk the top all the way off. I could feel how hard you were even as you started to play with my breasts.

  Everything was going according to plan. I slid off your lap to the floor between your legs, pulled your cock out and worked you into my throat. You seemed surprised I’d managed to do it again, but your reaction was the same—you came straight down my throat and I loved every moment of it. This time, though, you didn’t stay hard, so I crept in closer and started to lick and nurse on your cock.

  “Sam.”

  “Hmm…”

  I looked up from where I was, my lips wrapped around your cock, continuing to suck gently.

  “Stop, please, I’m sensitive right now.”

  I pulled away and sat up, proudly displaying my breasts, then rose to my feet. “Be back in a minute, honey.”

  I padded through to the kitchen, knowing you could see me all the way. The fact I was walking around my own house half-naked sent a chill down my spine, and I shivered, but kept going. Although you weren’t all that reluctant to kiss me once I’d blown you, I did want to gargle and, instead of going to the downstairs cloakroom, I used the kitchen sink. I grabbed a couple of cans from the fridge and sauntered back toward you. If I’d been wearing my heels I’d have been able to strut, really strut, but not this time. I put as much as I could into my walk, swaying and rolling my hips. I wanted you visually stimulated by the time I got back to you. Of course, my naked breasts bounced around on my chest as a result, and my nipples were still hard and pointing straight at you.

  It worked. Your cock, which I’d left flaccid on top of your pants, was starting to spring back to life. I couldn’t help the giggle but I could see from the hunger in your eyes it didn’t bother you. What you thought you wanted was
my mouth again. What you were going to get was something different. I hoped my expression was as open and communicative as yours.

  I sat on your lap again, deliberately straddling you, facing you. My legs went either side of yours and, since the skirt was short, it slid straight up, revealing the entire length of my legs. I shivered, knowing there was only the thin lace of my underwear between your cock and my slit. I wanted you so much in that moment I was worried I’d need to tumble dry your trousers before you could go home. Then I thought, why worry? I wanted you to make this your home. If you couldn’t leave because you hadn’t got any unsoiled clothes, then even better—you’d have to stay. I could feel your cock, hot, long and hard, pressing against me, and I wanted you so badly, but I needed you to make a move first.

  I wasn’t sure if you’d guessed what I wanted, but as we kissed you started to slide your hand between us. I sucked in my stomach and shifted a little, giving you room to reach my skirt. Your fingers rucked up the material, allowing your hand to slide down onto the bare skin of my belly and then the lace of my panties. I knew I was wet. I knew I was ready. After today I could drop the act. I almost came from just thinking that.

  “Honey…”

  “Yes.”

  “Do it.”

  “You mean…?”

  “Yes, that’s what I mean.”

  I lifted up and scooted back a little, allowing you to ease my panties out of the way, then, moaning as I felt your fingers on my folds for the first time, I thrust forward, capturing your mouth and kissing you for everything I was worth. I reached behind and unzipped my skirt, then wrestled it up my body and off over my head. For a moment I had it tangled over my face and at that moment you could have done anything to me—I was helpless. You didn’t but the thought remained in my head. I guess that was Mr. Bryant’s conditioning. I know he would have done something at that point. I’d worn hold-ups that day, and I watched your eyes drop as you feasted your eyes on my legs.

  You were hard again, and it was time.

  “Do it, please. Put it in.”

  “I thought you wanted to wait…?”

  “I have waited. Waited long enough. Do it, please.”

  I ground my pussy against you, my naked outer lips against your cock. I don’t know about you but I was in heaven at that moment. You could have done anything and everything to me. I wouldn’t have cared one bit. I knew what I wanted, but I had one more lie to deliver. The one Mr. Bryant had suggested.

  “I’ll try to be gentle.”

  “It won’t hurt. They…they had to cut me when they operated after the accident. There’s nothing to tear, no pain, no blood.”

  “Oh.” You believed me but asked one more question. “Birth control?”

  “Silly, I’m on the pill. Have been to control my periods for years. Just stop asking questions. Please do it, I’m ready.”

  You put your hands on my waist and lifted me up. I slipped a hand between us, using my other hand on your shoulder to balance myself. Then, finally, I felt your cock nudge against my opening. Rather than rushing, I lowered myself a little, not far, just a little bit, feeling you press between my lips. Then a little more, and a little more. My outer lips passed over the ridge behind the head and sealed themselves around your shaft. I was shaking, shuddering with pent-up passion, which I think you thought was nerves. It was more that I was trying hard not to cum.

  “That feels…incredible.”

  I stared straight into your eyes, trying to convey what it felt like for me. Okay, I’d lied. I wasn’t a virgin, but this was the first time I’d made love to a man who I adored. Made love rather than fucked. The difference was tangible, really tangible, and I could almost feel the air crackling between us with the energy in the room. I think you felt some of that, but not necessarily at the same level. But you stopped lowering me, using your hands to brace me instead. I guess you were trying to let me adjust to the feeling, but I wanted none of that. I think you thought I was panicking. I was, because I didn’t want you to stop me, not for the reasons you thought. I pulled your hands off my body and thrust all the way down. I took you inside me in one go and it felt amazing. I think I screamed, but it wasn’t in pain. That pent-up sexual energy burst out in one go. I know you were surprised at how hard I came at that moment, but so was I. That was the most amazing climax of my life.

  After a couple of minutes I managed to come back down from my high, and started to fuck you. I was on top, so I was doing the work, and I didn’t care what you thought about that—I was in charge. I guess it was incredible to watch me cum like that, because it didn’t take you long. I learned later that afternoon that you could go for a long time, but not at that moment. I don’t think you ever suffered from premature ejaculation with me again.

  Not that it was a problem just then.

  I lifted up, allowing you to slip out, and then turning through ninety degrees, sat side-saddle on your lap. I looped my arms around your neck as you clasped me around my waist and I dropped my head to your chest and closed my eyes. We just sat there cuddling without talking for a while—I don’t know how long, maybe an hour or more.

  Eventually, I needed to go and pee and, to be honest, we both needed to clean up. I’d leaked all over your trousers, and I giggled when I stood up.

  “What’s up?”

  I decided to own up. “Earlier the thought ran through my mind that if I made sure your clothes were too soiled for you to travel home in, you’d have to stay the night.”

  You laughed and gently patted my butt. “Maybe I don’t need an excuse.”

  “You’re right, you don’t. I want this to be your home.”

  “Then maybe you can wash these for me and I can grab a shower?”

  “I’ve got a better idea. Let’s put these in the washer and then we both grab that shower.”

  “You’re on.”

  * * * *

  The following Monday I’d arranged to be an hour late for work so that I could drive you to work before turning in myself.

  Eight months later we were married, and you ordered the hot tub as my wedding present. I didn’t know anything about it until I came home from work to find the van parked on the drive, and the six-man team struggling to complete the task in the back yard. They’d tried desperately to get it done before I got home, but failed by about an hour. Two days later you came home from work to find a professional quality pool table installed in what had been my father’s office, and which I’d now turned into your man-cave come games room.

  That night you fucked me over the pool table and at three in the morning I dragged you outside and returned the favor by christening the hot tub.

  * * * *

  She paused and looked at me. “I’m done, honey. I’ve told you everything except for one slip.”

  “One slip.”

  “Yeah, the hen night. But I need to take a break now. Can we stop?”

  I nodded. “Sure.”

  “And you’re not going to blow a gasket at me?”

  I shook my head.

  “Why not? I deserve it.”

  “Why?”

  “For lying and cheating on you like that.”

  I rose to my feet and crossed the short gap between us. Extending my hands, I took hers and gently pulled her to her feet. She stood there looking straight into my eyes.

  “Two questions.”

  She nodded slowly.

  “Since the moment we got engaged, and not counting the hen night issue, were you faithful to me?”

  “Yes.”

  “Since we said our vows, have you broken the one about fidelity—have you ever been unfaithful to me?”

  “No, not ever. Not even close.”

  “Then I don’t see there is any point in me throwing a temper tantrum.”

  “Don’t you want to punish me?”

  I chuckled and I could see she relaxed. “No, because if I put you over my knee and spanked you I know you’d enjoy it far more than I would. How else can I punish you? I don’t
know—go down to the nearest aerobics class, strip naked and offer myself to all-comers? I’m not sure there’d be a rush. Nor am I sure I’d survive it if there was.”

  She wriggled her hands free from me, and wrapped her arms around me, crushing her body against mine. “Simon, I do love you.”

  “Sam, I love you too, but you have to understand something.”

  “What?”

  “What you’ve told me takes a lot of processing. I might get a little distant from time to time while I’m doing that, but I’m not going anywhere.”

  “Good.”

  She leaned her face up and stood on tiptoe to kiss me.

  “Minx.”

  “What?”

  Suddenly I chuckled. “You know you said about punishment.”

  “Yeah…”

  I could see I’d worried her a little. “Well, couldn’t it work the other way around too?”

  “Like what?”

  “I don’t know. Maybe I’ll invite Bruce and a few of the guys around from work for a game of pool and some beers.”

  “In what way is that a reward? You’re welcome to do that anyway. You know that.”

  “Yeah, but when we get bored with playing pool for nickels and dimes, maybe I’ll start betting your clothes, or letting you perform as the entertainment for the evening.”

  “Simon!”

  “In fact, the more I think about it…”

  “You can bloody well stop thinking about it!”

  I grinned and carried on. “The more I think about it, the more I realize I haven’t actually seen you dance for me. Not starting out in something sexy, and finishing up naked.”