by Cheri Wood
Even though he didn’t have the girth of Cam, he was reaching deeper into me than anyone before.
As if hearing my thoughts, he slowed his pace and shifted my legs so that they were crossed, tightening my canal and making him fill it that much more. Settling into a rhythm, he began uncrossing and crossing my legs.
“That’s-” I panted, lacking for words.
He sounded equally winded as he spoke. “You close?”
“Yes, but you-”
“Come for me, Sandra.” He shifted his grip on me again and found my g-spot, hitting it over and over again until I screamed out my pleasure.
When he pulled out of me, he was still hard and I rose up on my elbows to stare at him.
“One sec,” he said and rolled off the condom, taking a seat on the couch and turning a game on that had him in the driver’s seat of a car.
“This night’s about fantasies, right?” he said, looking over at me. I just nodded.
“Well, this is mine,” he said and picked up the game controller. “Blow me while I’m driving.”
I hesitated. This past week I’d gotten Cameron off with my mouth, but it was the first time in our relationship that I’d actually swallowed his cum, and I was still working on my oral skills.
Adrian released one side of the game controller to grip my hair and I realized that I’d scooted over close enough to do what he’d asked. His grip on my hair was firm, and he put pressure on the back of my head to bend over.
I tentatively licked at the tip and he pushed me down another inch. Once I had the whole head in my mouth, sucking at the tip, Adrian pushed down another inch.
I tried to relax my throat and shifted the angle so that I could take him deeper, but it wasn’t enough for him.
“Take it all,” he urged and tightened his grip on my hair, making my scalp burn. It was dirty and rough, but it was also thrilling. The last few inches disappeared and I pulled my head back up for some air.
“You think you can handle it on your own?” Adrian asked and I glanced up at him. He was focused on the fictional road ahead and probably needed both hands on the controller.
“Yes.”
I wrapped my hand around his base and leaned back in. Alternating between licking and sucking on his cock, I cupped his balls and made him groan.
“Yeah, that’s it, baby,” he grunted over the sound of the video game, “suck that dick.”
I bobbed my head faster as I felt him swell in my throat, and just as I was about to pull away to finish him off with my hand, Adrian sunk his fingers into my hair, holding me down.
“I’m gonna shoot my load down your pretty little throat. Take it.” He groaned and shuddered and jets of cum shot down my throat. All the while, he was holding me in place so I wouldn’t miss a drop.
I swallowed and his grip loosened. When I finally pulled my mouth off of him, I glanced at the screen.
His car had crashed.
“That was fun,” Adrian said as he pulled his shorts back on.
I gathered up my clothes and dressed quickly. The temperature seemed to have changed and I suddenly felt cold. Not to mention awkward.
I was contemplating whether or not to call a cab even though it wasn’t morning yet when Adrian looked up at me, holding out the game controller I’d used earlier.
“Rematch?”
I woke up with a jolt as the alarm on my phone went off and realized I’d fallen asleep on the couch in the game room. Adrian was laying on the chaise lounge, playing a solo game.
“Morning,” he said and I ran my hands through my hair, checking for tangles.
“Good morning. I should get going, but thanks for…” I made a sweeping gesture towards the couch and table, not finding the words to describe what I was thanking him for.
As I rose from the couch, I could tell that I hadn’t dreamed any of what had happened.
“You okay?” Adrian asked, pausing his game. “Do you want me to drive you home?”
“No. I’ll call a cab. Thanks, though.”
“Hey, Sandra?”
I stopped in the doorway to look back at him. “Yeah.”
“I had fun. You’re smoking hot.”
“Thanks. You, too.”
“We’re cool, right?”
“Oh, sure. Totally cool.”
“Cool. See ya at the next party.”
“See you,” I said and waved, pulling off a casual goodbye to a guy I’d just spent the night with who wasn’t my husband. It was decidedly weird, but still… not horrifyingly so.
One of the rules we’d made up, aside from the ‘leaving the house at 8 am sharp’, was that the husbands would make their wives breakfast for when they got back. I have to say, I appreciated that rule when I entered my house and smelled coffee and bread.
I walked straight into the kitchen and found Cameron by the stove in his sweatpants and T-shirt. He was freshly showered and all of a sudden I felt filthy. Hell, I hadn’t even brushed my teeth.
Before I could back out of the kitchen and duck into the shower, Cameron looked over his shoulder.
“Hey.”
“Hi.” I was surprised at how timid I sounded.
“How was your night?”
“Um…”
“Babe.” He took the pan off the burner and walked over to me, wrapping his arms around me tighter than usual. “You okay?” he asked and I felt his breath against my hair.
“I had sex with Adrian,” I said against his neck.
He pulled back a little to look me in the eyes. “Are you okay?”
I nodded. “Are you?”
“I was with Tanya.”
“And?”
“And she could have a bright future in adult entertainment.”
“Cam!”
He chuckled and kissed my forehead. “She doesn’t compare. No one can.”
“I thought about you, you know? When I was over there, I closed my eyes and I imagined you were in the room with us, and I imagined you with Carmen.”
“And?” he prodded, his hands stroking up and down my arms.
“It got me off,” I whispered.
“Get in the shower.”
“What?”
“I’m gonna turn off the oven and then I’m going to fuck you against the tiles. Sound good to you?”
It did. It was even better in real life. Cameron claimed me, possessed me, and it was incredible. Afterward, he served me breakfast in bed and asked me for the details while he made me come with his hands and mouth.
“Do you think you want to do it again?” he asked me as we spooned. I knew what he was referring to straight away.
“Do you want me to?” I asked, glancing over at him.
“I shouldn’t, right? The thought of another man touching what’s mine… it should drive me mad with jealousy.”
“But…?”
“But… hearing you talk about it, and how you pictured me there with you… it made me want you even more.”
“I know the feeling,” I mumbled, stroking his arm.
“How do you feel about this? I mean, really.”
I rolled over so that I was looking up at him. “It excites me. But I have to admit I’m not loving the idea of you with Tanya.”
“Because she flirted with me at the party?”
“That, and… she’s just so… plastic.”
“So what you’re saying is you’d rather see me with one of the other girls than a blowup doll?”
I couldn’t stifle a laugh and smacked his chest. “Cam! No, that’s not… she’s just really aggressive, and I guess I’m worried you’ll think she’s more… fun than I am.”
“Because she has fake tits and obviously gets her moves from porn movies?”
I covered my face with my pillow and groaned into it. Crazy as it was, the way he described Tanya… it was stirring something in me and when he plucked the pillow out of my grasp. I bit my lip. Time to work on my vocabulary.
“Did you come on her fake tits?”
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nbsp; At first, Cameron looked confused, then a light went on in his eyes and he grinned. “What do you think?”
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The story continues in The Swing Set: Tom. Is the saying true that you should be careful what you wish for? Will Sandra regret voicing her fantasies when reality starts creeping in?