by Tara Raine
“Hey, honey, it's me.” Brent’s voice sounded the other end of the phone.
“How are you doing, baby?” Tanya asked while hoping her nerves were noticeable in her voice. “How's work going? Your brother Connor is here, by the way.”
“He told me he might be spending the week with us, but you never know what he's actually going to do. He gets so restless that I have a hard time thinking that anything in the house will be able to hold his attention for much longer than ten minutes much less a full week,” Brent said. “But anyway, it turns out I was wrong I'll be home later in the night. Don't wait up, OK?”
“Okay,” Tanya said. Her voice trailed off at the end of the word, though.
“What's the matter?” Brent asked.
“It's just that we've both been working so much that we haven't been able to see each other in several weeks. I really want to see you and spend some time together. Sometimes I have a hard time remembering what you look and feel like. I guess I just miss you, Brent,” she blunted out.
“Oh, don't be silly, Tanya,” Brent said. “It's not like it’s even been that long since the last time we hung out. When was it? Two, maybe three weeks ago?”
“More like four,” Tanya said firmly.
“Oh, don't exaggerate for the sake of the argument,” Brent said. “I'll be home later tonight. Just hang in there honey. I've also got some vacation coming up. But hey I'm sorry, but I gotta go. Love you, bye!”
The other end of the line turned to silence. Tanya hung her head in frustration. She slammed the phone back down on the receiver and stalked toward the sofa where she had been sitting across from Connor.
“Is everything alright?” he asked. Tanya thought briefly about not saying anything, but she could tell she did a bad job at hiding her annoyance.
“No,” Tanya said. “Everything is not alright. My husband acts like I'm expected to just 'tough it out' here in this big house all by myself. It's so open. I feel exposed a lot of the time. I need intimacy. I have needs, you know. I like to be touched. I like to have sex. I like to get off. I like to make my partner get off. But does he care about this? No, not at all. All he cares about is his bullshit job that makes him more money than he will ever be able to spend anyways. It's like he's not really thinking about the future in dollar signs. Not a future of us. He doesn't get that this is supposed to be the honeymoon phase. That we are supposed to be fucking dozens of times each day all over the house, in each room and on each piece of furniture. Instead he just wants to work all the time and neglect me. It's whatever. I guess I'll buy a fucking dildo or something.” Tanya was afraid she laid on her sexual needs a little thick.
Connor studied her for a few minutes, then glanced at his cards and put them down on the table.
“Well, have you guys ever talked about sleeping with other people? I know that sounds super bad to some, but if you think about it and you two are really in love, it doesn't matter who you sleep with. It's not like that dictates how you feel about each other or other people for that matter. Hell, you could even help each other pick out who gets to be the fuck toys!”
Tanya smiled and laughed loudly. “Him? Agreed to fucking someone else? He can barely find the time to fuck his own wife, much less someone else. Besides for him to choose someone to fuck at his work would mean taking the risk of a lawsuit. For whatever bullshit people sue each other over when they fuck co-workers and things go badly. You know how it is with people sometimes. But anyway, I can't see him being alright with it. Although…maybe he would be, I don't know. I’d be willing to talk about it, that much is certain. And like you said, it isn't because I don't love him, it's because I have needs that aren't being met and I don't want to cheat on him. I want to act like an adult. I don't want to do anything without his permission. But how would I ask? It's one of those things that once you let it out of the bag there isn't any way to get it back.” Tanya sighed heavily as the burden of her worries was elevated.
Connor nodded and replied, “Yeah, I know what you mean. Sometimes it's really hard to communicate with your partner about what you want. Both parties fear rejection. For instance, it's pretty obvious that you need to be laid right now so badly that every inch of you is begging for it.”
Tanya let out another laugh. “Is it really that obvious? Or is it just because you can't stop looking?” she playfully asked, wanting to break the somber tension.
Connor nodded again and picked back up his cards.
“I'll tell you what,” he said pausing for effect, “I'd bet my jeans on it.”
Tanya looked at him carefully for probably a full minute before she moved or said anything else. Could she trust Connor? What if he was just setting her up to take some kind of blackmail bait so only to turn around and threaten to tell her husband about her actions? Or worse, tell Brent to gain his favor. She wanted to trust him because she couldn't believe the last few hours of sexual tension was just from her end. Tanya was positive he was ready to bend her over and fuck her brains out.
“I'll bet my top,” Tanya challenged back.
Her hand was pretty decent, two kings and two aces. Two pairs that were pretty high up in the food chain. Tanya wore her best poker face. She could tell by the way Connor kept looking at his cards that they must be pretty good. When his hand was good he acted as if he actually afraid that they might change on him.
“Well, I'll throw in my shoes as well,” Connor said.
“I'll call you,” Tanya wagered her hand was better. “Why don't you show me what you got?”
Connor threw down three nines and smiled wickedly at her. “How about you show me what you got, babygirl?” he asked raising an eyebrow.
Tanya looked down at her cards and then threw them down by Connor's. Without saying anything she turned to the side and hiked her heeled foot across his lap. He took off her shoes with expert hands, cradling her foot before setting it back down to lift the other one in its place. Tanya sucked in a breath as his hands boldly moved up under skirt to pull down her now unclasped garter belt. How did he even know she was wearing one? He chose to leave her thigh high stockings alone. Instead Connor used his strong hands to move her to a standing position.
Covering as much surface area as his could (and those hands covered lot of it), he then slowly stripped off the clingy beige top she'd worn to work that day. She was thankful that the white, boned lace bra she'd worn did a good job of displaying her big tits. It was obvious from Connor's hard-on that he really liked the way she looked in it too. She could feel his eyes raking her up and down, even probing her belly button and caressing her sides. Connor wanted her so badly that she knew that he would want to play again and, God, would she be willing. Hell, Tanya had been ready to take him the moment his hands began touching her body. It had been too long since she'd felt a man's touch. Too long she had been properly fucked.
“Care to make another wager,” Connor asked her. “That is if you’re not afraid of losing again?”
Tanya thought about it for a second. “No, I'm not afraid of losing,” she replied pointedly. She didn't care at all who wound up naked first, as long as something came of it. If he was just teasing her this entire time, Tanya feared she would die from the horror. “It's not like I'm losing money, after all.”
Connor dealt the cards again and this time really looked at them hard, like he was trying to bore holes through them. Then he looked back up at Tanya and started eye fucking her once more. Tanya looked down at her cards and saw that she didn't have anything. In fact, she had the worst hand that she could have. No pairs, no sequence, nothing worth a shit at all. So she her only option at this point was to try to bluffing.
“I bet my skirt,” Tanya said. “I also bet that if you take your pants off you have a raging boner under there.”
They both laughed. It helped cover her smile as she was sure she'd win the hand.
“Well, I'll for sure bet against the second thing, but I'll see you your skirt with my pants,” he said.
They threw their cards
down and, this time, Connor was the one sitting there while his face turned red.
“Well since I won two bets at once you have will to take off your shoes as well,” Tanya demanded. He stood in front of Tanya after removing his own boots. He loomed over, watching as her hands moved to unbutton his pants. Connor sucked in a sharp gasp. She too could cover a lot of surface area when she wanted to. His designer jeans fell to the floor, leaving him standing in silken boxer briefs and a loose white button-up. The image coupled with his long black hair was indeed sinful.
Connor couldn't hide how big his throbbing cock was even though his long shirt-tail was hanging down over it. It was just that massive. His well-formed pecs weren't hidden by the shirt either. She could tell that his body was worthy of statues. His hard nipples stood out against the shirt material as if begging her to nibble on them. Tanya looked at his cock, just on the other side of the thin boxers, and could feel herself getting wetter.
Holy shit, did she ever need to get laid. Would it really hurt anybody if she fucked Connor just once? Tanya wasn't sure and that made her worry. She had to consider it whether she liked it or not. Here Connor was, right in front of her with a hard-on practically waving in surrender. And here she was, a neglected wife, hot as fuck, well on her way to being naked and satisfied. Would Connor do a good job of fucking her? How big was his dick really? Tanya's curiosity beat out her anxiety. Tanya knew these were things that she'd only be able to find out if she continued to play the game. Hoping at the same time that slowly revealing her body would convince Connor he had to fuck her. She didn't think that would take much prodding though, or even begging. Hell, Tanya bet herself that if she were to ask Connor politely to fuck her that he would.
Connor dealt out another hand, continuing to glance from her tits, to her pussy, then back down at his dick. When he wasn't spinning a card across the table to her or dealing his own he began to make little mistakes. Tanya couldn't help but smile at how nervous Connor was being even though he was so incredibly hot and obviously experience.
“Well, I guess I'll bet my briefs if you'll bet your skirt,” Connor challenged.
Tanya nodded her okay. She actually hadn't even looked at her hand yet. Between being so turned on and staring at Connor she really hadn't been able to get her mind back on the game.
“There is one stipulation I would like to add, though,” Connor said. “Even if I win I'm going to take off my underwear and then we'll continue to play.”
“What will we bet?” Tanya asked.
“We'll figure it out,” Connor said.
Connor threw down his cards face up on the table. He had a full house. Tanya didn't bother looking to see what she had and just folded because she knew that it wasn't going to be better than Connor's hand.
“Well, damn.” Tanya said, her pussy clenching as Connor's fingers slipped into the waist of her skirt and began to pull it down. The warm air from before seemed to disappear as a chill ran across her now mostly revealed skin. Tanya stood in nothing but her lace underwear set and stockings. Although confident, Tanya started to cross her arms out of instinct. Connor stopped her and pulled her arms slightly out from her sides. Her body was a slow carnal study for his fierce gaze and she didn't think she'd ever been so turned-on before.
Connor started to say something, but then stopped. He dropped her wrists and Tanya watched him slowly work off his underwear she knew that he was going to say something along the lines of, and we'll see what else happens, or something like that. He was that kind of guy. When Connor worked the waistband of his boxers down over his cock his big prick flipped up through the air and slapped against his rock hard abs. Soon enough he was standing there only in an open white button up and smiling like it was his birthday. His engorged cock shining from his already leaking seed. His fair skin was smooth and virtually hairless. He really was like a statue.
“Now it's your turn to place a bet,” Connor said. This time Tanya was going to bet more than clothes.
“Okay, I bet you that I can have you crying out within five minutes,” Tanya threw out challenge in hopes that he would accept the bait.
“Sure thing, I'll see your bet and raise you cumming around my cock,” Connor answered with an increase in the stakes. Tanya could feel herself really getting turned on as he spoke. There weren’t many things in the world that really drove her crazy, but a man saying the things that Connor was now definitely did. She loved the way that he couldn't keep her eyes off of her even when he tried. He kept trying to glance down at his cards but couldn't seem to get his gaze to travel the entire journey from Tanya's tits to the cards in his hand.
“We don't need cards for this bet,” Tanya said, licking her lips. Connor looked really interested in whatever she was about to offer him.
Tanya stood up slowly and bent over in front of Connor. She looked over her shoulder at him as she carefully worked her panties down her hips, over her ass, making a good show of wiggling her revealing backside before finally letting them fall to the floor at her feet. She could feel Connor's gaze on her pussy, could almost feel his mind and cock absorbing that her pussy was fully waxed. She always knew it was a smart idea to stay well waxed in case in the event of accidental nudity there would now be no hair on her pussy. It was always smooth and velvety to the touch. Men loved the soft feel of her pussy, inside and out.
After stepping out of her panties she reached behind her and unclasped her bra, letting it fall to the floor with a flourish of her hand. She stood there, lifting her chin up proudly. She lightly began to massage her tits, stopping to shove Connor back onto the couch. Her dark pink areolas contrasted nicely with her caramel brown tits and she knew it, she also knew that her boobs looked especially good after she tweaked the nipples a few times and let them stand on end. She had learned to show her best side a long time ago. Tanya got to her knees, but not before giving Connor a good eye-level view of her pussy. Maintaining eye contact, Tanya wrapped her hand around his twitching cock. The soft movements of her fingers had Connor rocking in her hand. Tanya loved feeling in control for once.
Tanya kept staring into his eyes as she turned her teasing touches and sudden squeezes into a wet sport. She wrapped her plush lips around the flushed head of his cock. It was salty and his heavy panting drove her on. As she took more of his huge shaft into her mouth, working it with her tongue, Connor's involuntary thrusting upwards continued. His hand grabbed her hair and used it to pull her mouth even further down his cock. Connor smiled down at her as he slowly made her take his entire dick into her mouth. About half way through Tanya realized that he wasn't even putting pressure on her head anymore; she was just going forward because she wanted to see if she could get the entire dick down her throat. There was something about wanting to do it that she just couldn't figure out, like wanting to climb to the top of a mountain just to say that you've done it or something. Tanya just wanted to get the entirety of Connor's dick down her throat, to the point that she couldn't wait to feel his nuts rest against her chin. Finally, after a few minutes of slowly moving forward down his dick, his nuts hit her chin.
Both of them quickly forgot about the five minute mark as Connor fucked her mouth. However, Tanya later remembered that he did cry out from her tongue skills more than once, the loudest being when he emptied himself inside her mouth. Tanya continued to suck his cock as he did; not letting one drop go to waste.
Tanya had chosen a blowjob because that way, if she wanted to end it before things got too far, she could. She also found that she wanted to go down on him until completion and Tanya decided if she wanted to have Connor bend her over the couch, then fuck her like there was no tomorrow, she could do that as well. It made it hard for her to know just how far to take this. So she settled for giving herself a little time to think.
Tanya rose to her feet and said, “I'm going to shower. I'll be back down in a little bit.” She hoped Connor would still be up for it if she decided on fucking him once she came back downstairs.
Tanya h
ad planned to think things over with no bias, but the more she thought about it the more excited she got. She tried touching herself in the shower but it didn't help. She wanted the real thing. Part of Tanya hoped Connor had the balls to join her in the shower, taking some of the pressure off of her. He didn't. As she wondered why she bothered to get dressed at all Tanya stressed over what exactly to say. Once she made her way back downstairs Tanya was a ball of nerves. When she finally spoke her voice quavered as though she had the jitters. If Connor noticed, he didn't say anything. He just came up behind her and began to rub on her shoulders. Tanya pussy clenched. After all of the thoughts that had gone through her mind since meeting him, rose to the surface, Tanya gave an inner squeal. She was finally having sex. She just hoped it ended up being worth it since this was starting off like a fantasy come true.
Chapter Four: The Trouble
Present Day
After the cards got put away, each of them trotted off to their rooms to shower and get ready to see Brent when he came home that night. They both made dinner and set the table, an effort by Tanya to make it appear like everything had gone normally throughout the day. Brent didn't come from work that night though. When Connor called Brent, he simply stated that he would be busy at work all that night. He planned to sleep on a cot in his office for a few hours but that would be all before getting back to work.
“Looks like he's going to be gone all night,” Conner said from across the dinner table. The food they had made together for their evening meal sitting and just getting colder.
“What do you mean he says he's going to sleep on a fucking cot?” Tanya said. “It's not like he has to! He's the God damn CEO of a huge company that makes millions and millions of dollars a year. He could so easily hire someone to take care of whatever trivial little details are going on tonight.”
That's how it stayed the rest of the week. Brent stayed at work, while Connor stayed home and played with Tanya. She couldn't believe that he would not come home to visit his brother who he hadn't seen in years. It also surprised Tanya he was trusting enough to leaving them alone together. Alone with your wife, who you have a pretty clear idea is extremely sexually frustrated. He had to know how much she needed to get fucked on a regular basis.