Sweet Love

by Violet Blue

  “Bring her next time,” I said, surprised at my boldness coming back so quickly, surprised, in fact, that I could talk again. “That is…there’ll be a next time?”

  “I hope so,” both men said at once.

  “Jessie likes to show off about as much as you do,” Ryo said, “and she likes to watch too.”

  “And you have to show me that tortoiseshell pattern again,” Erik said. “I thought I remembered it, but I don’t think it’s right.”

  “Be glad to, my friend,” Ryo said, and called for his dog. “If the ladies are up for it, I’ll show you on Carla and let you practice on Jessie. That way Carla can see what you’re doing. Never know when an extra pair of hands could be useful. Does that sound good?”

  I managed to stammer out “Yes,” but it wasn’t easy, because my mind was already flooding with images of Ryo tying me up while Erik and Jessie watched, Erik tying Jessie up while I watched, and Ryo “supervising” in his own special way that was sure to drive both Jessie and me crazy.

  Fortunately Erik was thinking more clearly than I and managed to see Ryo off safely. He offered a ride to the train, but Ryo laughed and said, “It’s not like walking in the dark bothers me, man, and I think you have something to do.”

  Which he did, bending me over the arm of the couch as soon as Ryo left and driving his cock deep inside me.

  It wasn’t until we were boneless, sated, and curled up on the couch together that I managed to ask something that had been plaguing me. “How did the blind guy master rope bondage anyway?”

  “How he learned is a long story and you’d better ask him. As to how he does it, how do you think? By touch…and very, very slowly.”

  And just thinking about that was enough to get us started on the next round.

  BETTER BENT THAN BROKEN

  Amanda Fox

  The video wasn’t something I was supposed to see. I found it by accident and I’ll admit, at the time, the images of all those men sucking each other off and penetrating each other in rows and stacks of bodies came as a complete shock. It wasn’t like anything I’d ever seen before, and the weirdest part about it was the fact that I’d actually found it on my husband’s computer.

  “Ummm, John. Can I ask you something?” The moment occurred precisely one week after John’s return from a month-long business trip in Dubai.

  “Sure, sweetheart. What is it?” He was reading the newspaper.

  “Well, this morning my computer wasn’t working, so I used your laptop to pay some bills and I sort of—I mean, I wasn’t snooping or anything—but I found something.”

  “What’s that, love?” he asked innocently.

  “Ummm well, I found some porn.”

  “Oh, you naughty girl. Did it make you want to touch yourself?” Admittedly, watching dirty movies was something we did on a regular basis.

  “Not exactly.” I paused, the hitch in my voice causing him to look up.

  “What’s wrong?”

  “Well, it was a movie about men—a whole bunch of men—and not just that, but there were quite a few movies. Like a lot. Like hundreds.”

  “Oh,” he said, suddenly nervous.

  “John. I’m not sure what to think. They are yours, right? It is your computer.”

  “I didn’t figure that you’d ever see them. Not that I was hiding them from you but…” he stammered. “Well, I just didn’t… I mean it was… Oh, god, never mind.” He shook his head and stared at the floor.

  “I don’t know what to say,” I sighed, both of us hanging in silence. After two very long minutes, John held out his hand. “Come here, Karen. I can explain.”

  I couldn’t move. “Go ahead,” I said, tapping my foot.

  “Okay, I haven’t told you because I wasn’t sure how you’d react. Anyway, it has nothing to do with our relationship. So I like watching men have sex. Big deal. It doesn’t matter. I still love you the same now as I did fifteen years ago and you’re still the sexiest person on earth to me.”

  I could feel my face getting warmer. “I just don’t get it, John. How can watching men fuck do anything for you? You’re not gay are you?” My heart skipped a beat. “Or are you?”

  “No, I’m not gay. I simply saw a movie once when I was searching the Internet and I kind of liked it. Since then I’ve found myself going back for more.” His confession was coming more easily now. “At first, I tried to ignore how it made me feel, but over the years I’ve decided that life is too short to beat myself up over it.”

  “Okay, but how can you like to watch men and still want to have sex with me?” My eyes were burning.

  “Don’t cry, Karen,” he soothed, crossing the room. “Sex with you has always been amazing and very satisfying.” Gathering me in close, he seductively pressed his groin into my belly.

  “You wouldn’t lie to me, I hope,” I sniffed.

  ‘Never.” John hugged me tight. “You should know that by now.”

  “So, does that mean you want to have sex with me and with men?”

  “Well, I don’t know that I could have a relationship with a man—not like with you—but I will say that I think touching is touching. If you are attracted to someone, why should gender matter? Of course, you have to be open to that kind of thing.”

  “And are you telling me that you are ‘open’ to that kind of thing?”

  “Karen…”

  “Well, are you?”

  “I’m not sure.”

  “John, I don’t think I could handle you sleeping with anyone else.” The room was beginning to spin.

  “Karen, you don’t have to worry. We’re married, remember?” He smiled. “I don’t ever recall us making extramarital affairs part of the deal.”

  “But there were so many movies, John. So many. That must mean something.” And for me, it did mean something—something that I needed to work out whether John thought so or not.

  “Stand up and take off your pants,” I declared, waiting for John to expose his muscular, cocoa brown cheeks.

  “Are you sure you’re ready for this?”

  “Positive.”

  “You don’t have to do it, you know.”

  “Life is about change, John. You said so yourself. We must all grow, right? So this is something I have to do—something we have to do. It seems to be a rather important part of your sexuality, wouldn’t you agree?”

  “I told you, Karen, it’s just a fantasy.”

  “Come on, John, be real. Your little movie collection makes this more like an obsession. It must be something that you at least want to try.” Anger and jealousy over this issue still had my blood boiling.

  “Believe whatever you want, but I’m telling you that I would be just fine exploring this interest all on my own. It doesn’t have to be with other people. Not even you.” Despite his words however, John was eagerly unbuttoning his jeans. Pushing them past his hips, he let his pants fall poignantly to the floor.

  In that moment, I wanted to be open with John—to understand his needs and desires—but I also wanted to smack him hard upside the head. Lucky for him, my compassionate side won out. “John, I want us to be able to share everything and I want you to be happy.” I took the strap-on out of its box.

  “I’m already happy, Karen,” he said, the growing bulge in his boxers further debunking his claim.

  “So what’s with the heat-seeking missile?” I smirked. “I haven’t even touched you yet.”

  “That’s all for you, love.” He bent down to slip off his socks.

  “Sure, John.” Without question, I knew that my life was about to change—at least from my point of view. My man’s man, my alpha male, my dictator in the bedroom, my man who once only liked women, my penetrator, my straight-laced husband John, had transformed into someone I did not recognize. “Now I know that we’ve discussed this, but I’ve taken a few liberties in preparation for this momentous occasion.” I needed some control over the situation. Not that I wasn’t about to be the person in charge, but what I needed was
to do something unexpected—something to show John that I wasn’t a total prude.

  John’s eyes bulged out like maybe I’d gone off the deep end. “Oh?” he gulped.

  “Here. You have to put on this blindfold first,” I said, walking over to fasten a satin scarf around his head. “There. Now it’s time for you to get naked.”

  “Anything you say, Karen,” John acquiesced, sliding down his underwear to expose a lofty erection.

  “Wow John, you’re just an erectile superstar. Why don’t you touch it for me? Show me how hard it can get.” And like a first-rate student, my brown-skinned Adonis slid his hand up and down the shiny, mahogany shaft, more than happy to oblige. As he played, I reached under the mattress to retrieve his surprise, nonchalantly adding, “That’s it. I want you to be rock hard.”

  “What are you doing?” he asked, his member now the darkest shade of purple I’d ever seen it.

  “Be patient,” I chided, inserting a DVD into the player, and after a few technical adjustments, the sounds of four men in the throes of passion filled the room. “There. Now tell me, what do you hear?”

  “I hear people having sex,” he answered plainly.

  “Yes, John. Actually, it’s a group of men having sex—handsome, muscular men, just like you. And by the looks of it, they are having fun. A lot of fun.”

  “Really?” John asked inquisitively.

  “Yes, really. They are all very, very hard.” Moving in, I shoved at his thighs, forcing his legs apart. “Do you like listening to those men fucking, John?”

  “I guess so,” he groaned faintly.

  “What do you mean ‘you guess so’? Do you or don’t you?” I was trying to be tough.

  Milking his cock hard, John attempted to get into the game. “Yes. I do.”

  “Good, because I want you to listen to them while I lick you. Pretend that they are right here in this room. Pretend that they are right beside you. Pretend that it’s not me, but one of them licking your cock.”

  “Okay,” he said, visibly trembling.

  When I flicked at him with my tongue and his penis actually jumped, I knew immediately what sort of direction our sex life was about to take. Not quite sure how I felt about the whole situation but committed to behaving unconditionally where my husband was concerned, I began sucking and maneuvering my way up and down his engorged penis. When he began to shudder a few moments later, I immediately moved back. “Onto your hands and knees, John,” I snapped, leading him over to the bed.

  “Are you going to fuck me now?” he asked tentatively.

  “Not yet,” I said. “First I want you to show me your ass.” Once he’d positioned himself on all fours—the men on the television groaning and grunting like bears in the background—I smoothed over his cheeks with one hand and pulled roughly on his testicles with the other. “You’re winking at me, John,” I giggled, watching his third eye pucker and release. “Now hold still.” I then leaned forward and licked a slow circle around the rim of his tunnel.

  “That feels so good,” he moaned, arching back at my face.

  “I’m glad you like it,” I purred, dipping the tip of my tongue inside. “Because I like it too.” And it was true. The tang of him, while new to me, was tantalizing and I couldn’t help but go at him full force after that, surging and slurping, prying and squeezing until his entire backside was glazed with fluid.

  When my thumb accidentally breached his cleft however, John lurched forward. “Jesus, Karen. Stop!”

  “What’s wrong?” I asked, watching his penis bob up and down above the blankets, his testicles a tight little ball. “I am going to fuck you, aren’t I?”

  “Yes, but…” It was obvious that he needed a short reprieve.

  “Well, we can’t have that,” I teased. “We’re just getting started. Perhaps now would be a good time to take off your blindfold.”

  “Good idea,” he sighed, waiting patiently for me to undo the knot, and once liberated, his focus shot straight to the men fornicating on the screen.

  “Do you like that, John? Would you like them to suck your cock?” I asked, roughly taking him back into my mouth.

  “Yes. God, yes,” he declared, stabbing at my face. In no time, he was threatening to explode once again.

  Retreating, I whispered, “You are not allowed to cum yet John, remember?”

  At my behest, he gave the base of his penis a good squeeze. “Maybe you should fuck me now.” It was almost a plea.

  “Yes. I think you’re more than ready. But you do need to help me with this.” I reached for our new toy.

  “Sure,” he said, examining the contraption. “See, there’s a part for you.” He pointed to the shorter of the two dildos. “And a part for me. Now lie down and I’ll hook you up.”

  As ready as I was ever going to be, I spread my legs and like a scientist putting the finishing touches on his newest invention, John worked the smaller of the two plugs slowly around the outside of my vagina. “My goodness, Karen, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this wet before.” And I was wet, my vulva and inner thighs a glistening canvas.

  “I think I need to cum, John,” I replied. “My vagina actually hurts.” My pussy was throbbing.

  “Did it excite you to lick my ass? Or was it all those men fucking that did it?”

  “Please, John. Help me,” I whined, desperate for some relief.

  “Oh, so you get to cum but I don’t?’

  “Well, I can cum more than once. Can you?” Grinning, I brought my heels in, urging him to deeper penetration.

  “I could if you waited long enough,” John laughed and with the moves of a maestro, he probed at me until I almost burst.

  “More, John. More,” I cried. “Put in the bigger one.”

  “You are a greedy girl, aren’t you? The big cock is supposed to be for me.”

  “Just fuck me with it first,” I growled, needing all I could get. And when John filled me at last, I bucked and thrashed with such intensity that the world could’ve ended and I wouldn’t even have noticed.

  “I like it when you lick my asshole, Karen,” John whispered. “It makes me want to yank on my dick so hard that I shoot all the way across the room.” With that, I began to shatter.

  “That’s a good girl, Karen. Let me see you cum,” John growled, his eyes a vehement gold, his hands and knees bracing me open. When he ground into me—twisting and turning the object like he was drilling for oil—I released my soul, forcibly spewing a warm stream of clear liquid all over the bed. “Wow,” John said, gently removing the cock once I’d finished. “You’ve never done that before.”

  “You’d be surprised at what I can do,” I purred proudly, rubbing my pussy. “Now it’s your turn, John. But first I think you should suck this cock. See what a woman’s cum tastes like. You do know how to suck a cock, don’t you, John?”

  Like I’d said the magic words, John sprung into action, holding the fake appendage up to his face. “Ummm, smells good, but I think I’ll try the big one,” he murmured, pushing the longer of the two cylinders past his lips.

  “Oh, you’re good at that. Can you take it in more?”

  Instantly, he deep-throated the thing, straining and choking until presumably the titillation was just too much to handle. Removing it, he eyed me intently. “Please, Karen. Fuck me. I need you to fuck me.”

  “You’re right. It’s time. Now hook me up.”

  Upon fastening the last buckle of the strap-on, John bounced back onto all fours, his ass aimed directly at my artificial dick. “Start with your fingers,” he said, looking back over one shoulder.

  “Easy there, tiger. You’ll get what you’re given,” I chided, working him first with one, then two, then three, then four digits—inserting and withdrawing the better part of my hand until his back door was a gaping hole.

  “Slowly, Karen. Slowly,” he gasped when I finally nudged him with the end of the dildo. “I want to make it last.”

  “How’s that?” I asked, dipping in only a
fraction of an inch.

  John let out a long, low, guttural moan. “That feels fuckin’ unbelievable.”

  Glad that he was enjoying himself, I began to move the rod gently in and out of his welcoming chamber. “Do you want me to fuck you in any special way?”

  After a few thrusts, he said, “Can you pull out really slow so that just the tip is inside and then push it all the way back in?” Initially, I wasn’t sure how much he could take, but when he started pushing back at me, I got brave and ground into him with my hips. Fully impaled, he cried, “Stop, Karen. I need to cum in your cunt.”

  “What?” I asked, confused. “I thought I was supposed to do the fucking.”

  “Just do it.” And as I withdrew, he froze. Once emptied however, his virile determination was apparent and he yanked the straps of the contraption furiously from around my hips and thighs. Two seconds later, the double dildo flew across the room. “Good. Now lie on your back and show me your pussy.”

  Holding the arches of my feet, he then drove into me like a man possessed, pulling all the way out each time to look down at his rock-solid penis. “Jesus, you feel like heaven,” he bawled, intentionally heaving us both as close as possible to the television set. “Watch, Karen. Watch them fuck.” I glanced sideways. “Their cocks are so hard. I like to be hard like that.” His eyes were aflame, his penis a steel missile. “Now watch the guy with the curly hair. He’s going to cum soon. You can see it in his face,” John said, pounding away at me, his testicles slapping my bottom.

  Also focusing on the actors, I took what he gave and just as the man on the screen erupted all over the buttocks of another, John pumped into me with such force that I thought I was going to split in half, unloading into my womanly hollow a torrent that didn’t fully leak out for days. I too succumbed for a second time that evening, though I can’t even say that I felt it much. I was too numb already.

  After the ruckus had turned to a placid pulse, John stroked his fingers down the front of my chest, pausing at my nipples to give them a loving pinch. “I adore your breasts,” he sighed. “I’ve always adored your breasts.”