by Alison Tyler
“What’s that? Make sure to pull these down?” He pulled my panties down lazily. Watching me with his big brown eyes as he did. Waiting to see what I’d do. What I’d say.
“Mark—”
“Shh…” He kissed me once above each knee. My legs erupted in goose bumps this time. Now I was aroused, still a bit overheated and in a cool dungeon-like workroom. My body was the definition of chaos. A fine example was the tickle of fluid I felt slipping from my pussy.
“Mark…” I began, but I forgot what I was going to say. I shifted as best as I could with my ankles bound and my husband’s big hands on my thighs.
“See, I think you are getting way too worked up over this cleaning thing, Eva.” He kissed my inner thigh, slipped a single finger into my cunt, scrambled my brain with his ministrations.
“I…”
“This is a workroom. It’s supposed to be cluttered and stuffed full of…stuff.”
“I…” That seemed to be all I could say. The clearest thought I could form. Pitiful.
His tongue slid, slow and eager, over my clitoris and my knees dipped like I was curtseying. So he walked me back, shuffling forward on his knees until my ass hit his workbench and I was braced.
“I am not touching anything in this workroom but you. It’s all useful. Take this cord for example…” But he broke off his own sentence and latched his searing mouth over my pussy and sucked mightily. The pressure from that suction worked deep inside of me. My clit ached for him to lick me. My heart pounded, bringing fresh blood to my cheeks that had nothing at all to do with the ninety-something-degree temperature.
“I…”
“Need to say a new word,” he laughed and then gave me what I needed. Broad, slick drags of his tongue over that small knot of an organ. So much pleasure concentrated into one tiny place.
For some reason I had forgotten my hands were not bound, only my ankles, and I held them clutched together between my breasts. But I finally realized I could move them and I clutched the workbench with one hand and my husband with the other. He never let up with his tongue, delivering slippery circles and bold prods with the rigid tip of his tongue until he grunted once and stood, undoing his shorts.
He turned me so my belly brushed the lip of his table and my legs were spread as wide as his nifty orange cord would allow. He took my hand and put it under my stomach and said, “Use this if you need it. But you might not. You’re wet as a waterfall, Eva.”
He nipped my shoulder with his sharp white teeth and then forced three fingers into my pussy, thrusting into me until I let my head fall forward in surrender. I was going to come if he kept doing that.
“Please,” I said.
“Oh, a new word,” Mark chuckled.
I smiled, my ire long forgotten. I pushed my ass up and back as he slid the tip of his cock between my legs. I pushed back more eagerly when he penetrated me just a bit and then stilled.
“I’m not cleaning out this room.”
“Fine, fine, fine,” I chanted, nodding my head like a maniacal marionette.
“Any other room you want is fine,” he whispered, sliding in another inch but stilling again.
“Yes, okay, great!” I yelped.
Laughing softly at my expense, he gripped my hips up tight and rammed into me. My belly hit the workbench and I rattled jars and tools and bungee cords. My fingers flew over my clit, I didn’t really need it, but the extra pressure felt too good to deny.
“This won’t take long,” he groaned. “Something about seeing you all trussed up does it for me.”
I sighed, pinching my clit hard between my fingertips as Mark surged forward and when he grunted, taking my earlobe in his teeth and my breast in his hand, I started to rub again and I came. As soon as I came, he lost his battle and groaned out his release against my neck.
“Did you hear me?” Mark panted, stroking my breast gently so the nipple went erect again.
“I heard you.”
“And?”
“If this is the payoff, you can hoard all you want.” I was blushing. It felt good.
“Let me recuperate, and I’ll let you pick another item. We’ll see what we can do with that.” Then he bent to untie me.
TV REPAIRS
Sophia Valenti
There you go,” Joe said, and in nearly the same instant, the television flickered on. A peppy blonde was onscreen swearing that “you at home” could make a gourmet meal with everyday ingredients found in a typical kitchen. I couldn’t pay attention to her delectable spread, however, because my eyes were currently feasting on the sliver of fuchsia satin that was peeking out of the waistband of Joe’s jeans.
Joe was on his hands and knees, with his head buried behind the set, as he explained that a couple of cables had popped loose. I blinked my eyes, wondering if I was dreaming. Nope—still there. Those were undeniably panties. No man’s underwear could be that shiny and sleek and pink.
Joe’s a strong, six-foot-two guy who plays rugby on the weekends. His well-muscled frame is the epitome of masculinity, and was the number-one reason I couldn’t take my eyes off of him when we’d met a few weeks ago. But the fact that he had this kinky secret—this softer, sensual side—thrilled me in an indecent way.
He and I had only been on a couple of dates, when I was on the phone complaining about my television woes. Joe immediately offered to come to my aid. I hadn’t been surprised that he fixed my problem so quickly, but what did surprise me was this delicious, pink revelation.
I’d promised Joe pizza and beer for his efforts, but I was suddenly hungry for something else—for the sight of this big, handsome man wearing nothing but those delicate panties. I wanted to run my tongue along his cock, tracing his satin-covered erection, and make him groan with abandon.
Joe carefully backed out from behind the set, standing up with a lopsided grin. His dark blond hair was mussed, and he looked sexier than ever to me. I couldn’t hold myself back.
“Thanks,” I whispered, throwing my arms around his neck and raising myself up on tiptoes to bring my lips to his. I gave him a long, lingering kiss, filled with lustful promises that I planned to deliver on. I slid my hands down his back, cupping his muscular ass as I deepened our lip-lock, this time teasing him with my tongue, flicking against him and opening him to me as I moaned softly into his mouth.
I ran my hands back and forth across his ass as I imagined what that sleek satin would feel like under my fingers, and I was desperate to experience it for real. I reached for his waistband, but he stopped me with a gentle hand.
“You don’t have to thank me that way,” he said, his stubble-covered cheeks blushing red.
“But I want to,” I purred, noting the self-conscious way he licked his upper lip. His nervousness was heart-meltingly adorable.
“It’s just—”
“It’s okay.” I rose up higher on my toes so I could whisper in his ear. “I saw them. They’re pretty—and I want to see more.”
I felt Joe stiffen in my arms, and for a moment, I wondered if I’d pushed him too far, too fast. I pulled back to look into his green eyes, which were wide with wonder.
“I mean that,” I said, caressing his cheek.
Closing his eyes, Joe turned toward my hand, nuzzling it for a moment before he pulled me close for another kiss, but this time he was in charge. His arms gripped me tightly as he claimed me with his mouth. His tongue teased mine only briefly before diving deeper and taking my breath away.
We parted and looked at each other for a beat. I could read his eyes and saw that he believed me, and that he wanted nothing more than to share this part of himself with me. I took Joe’s hand in mine, whispering huskily, “Come,” as I led him down the hallway and into my bedroom.
Joe immediately brought his hands to my blouse, working the tiny shell buttons through their holes with a deftness that surprised me. He pushed the shirt off my shoulders, and as the garment fell to the floor, his eyes fell to my bra-covered breasts. He cupped them gently, hi
s thumbs trailing over the edges of the French lace in silent admiration.
“It would look so sweet on you,” I whispered as he caressed my bra. “I know a shop. They have the most beautiful things, in all sorts of sizes.”
Joe looked up at me, his gaze filled with hope and arousal.
“I’ll take you shopping,” I continued, running my fingers down the front of his shirt and over his denim-covered bulge, which had grown considerably larger. “I can’t wait to dress you up like my own perfect doll.”
“You’d do that for me?” he asked in an incredulous whisper.
“Uh-huh. But not now. Now I want to see you—in your pretty panties.”
This time, when I reached for his jeans, Joe didn’t stop me. I popped open the button and slowly lowered his zipper, the denim parting to reveal the front panel of those fuchsia panties, stuffed full of hard cock. A wave of arousal washed over me at the sight, and I hurriedly stripped him out of his masculine clothes and urged him onto the bed.
After wriggling out of my skirt and kicking off my heels, I parted his legs and crawled up between his spread thighs. I traced my fingers along the lines of tense muscle, kissing my way up to his crotch. Leaning forward, I planted a soft kiss right on the front of his panties, making him rear up and groan. I grabbed his hips, holding him tight to the mattress and keeping him where I wanted him as I ran my tongue up and down his satin-covered bulge. Joe’s breathing was ragged, and he tangled his fingers in my hair as he struggled to keep his composure.
I dragged my tongue back and forth, until the front of Joe’s panties was dark and clinging to his formidable shaft. I could see every contour of his cock, and the image was making my own panties damp as my pussy dripped with longing. I was done teasing him; I yanked down the front of Joe’s underwear, leaving the lingerie banded around his thighs as I took his dick in my mouth. I fingered the sides of his sleek panties as my lips rose and fell on his shaft, bringing him close to the edge, but stopping before he could reach his peak.
I backed away, and Joe was staring at me with half-lidded eyes that roamed along my body. I knew he was admiring my lingerie as much as he was admiring me. That made me smile, and I didn’t try to hide it as I straddled his hips. Rocking back and forth, I gently teased his cock with the soaked crotch of my panties. The lace was smooth and slick with my honey, and Joe bucked up toward me to increase the pressure. The sexy friction of the lace rubbing against my clit had me teetering on the edge of orgasm in no time.
I rose and yanked aside the panties as I grabbed the base of Joe’s shaft. Holding him steady, I lowered my sex down onto him, his cock filling me completely. I could feel his bunched up panties beneath my ass, and I reached behind myself, stroking his balls through the rumpled satin as I began to ride his dick. I knew each time I moved, the lace was dragging along the length of his dick. That same lace was continuing to tease my sensitive clit as I ground my crotch against his.
The sinful stroking of the lace—combined with the snug, wet heat of my cunt—was rapidly working Joe into a lather. He reached up to palm my bra-covered tits as his hips jerked up off the mattress. The sudden pressure was too much for me, and I cried out as I felt my climax break. My pussy spasmed around his shaft as he jammed his hips up one last time, before he shivered through his own release.
I collapsed on Joe’s chest, and we both laughed at our sudden, frenzied coupling before eventually growing quiet.
“You’re the only one,” he finally murmured. “The only woman who’s been okay with it.” I could hear years of disappointment and hurt melting away as he spoke.
I turned his chin toward me, so I could look into those bottomless green eyes. “You don’t have to hide. Just be yourself. That’s the guy I want.”
He kissed the top of my head affectionately, and when I drifted off to sleep, I dreamt of satin and lace—and Joe.
TRIPTYCH
Kat Watson
My day had been utter shit. From spilling coffee all over myself during my walk to the office to getting yelled at about something out of my control, it was nothing but frustration. I walked through the front door of my apartment, kicked off my shoes and exhaled deeply for the first time in nine hours. Just after I finished pouring myself a full glass of red, I heard the front door and smiled.
“Hello?”
“Hey,” I called back. “In the kitchen. Want a glass of wine?”
“God, yes,” Olivia said, walking around the corner.
I handed her a glass and she leaned in, her soft lips melting against mine. When she pulled back, I laughed at the way our lipstick blended together; the contrast of my light pink with her deeper red had turned into an interesting swirl on her mouth.
“How was your day?” she asked, eyes fixed on my lips. I wondered if she wanted another kiss or was having the same thoughts about our makeup.
“Long. Yours?”
“Eh. It was fine.” She shrugged then walked behind me to rub my shoulders. “You’re all tense, baby. Come on, I’m getting the table.”
“No! You just got home from work.”
“No arguing.” She’d already unfolded the massage table we kept in the dining room. “Strip and get up, facedown.”
I did, knowing what was ahead of me. Liv had magic hands, and though I felt bad that she’d just finished a day of the same kind of labor, I looked forward to the excellent massage.
The oil was warm as her hands kneaded my overworked muscles. The one drawback of getting a massage from her was that her sweeping touches not only relaxed me, but stirred my need. I was glad it was the end of the week and hoped that meant we’d have time to indulge in each other. It’d been far too long since we’d been able to reconnect slowly and lovingly; the rush of life swept us up, stealing our precious time together.
“Turn over, sweetness.”
At her day job, she used a sheet for modesty, but with me it wasn’t necessary. My body was as much hers as mine, so I rolled and waited. My eyes closed again after we exchanged a brief glance and I smiled to see that she was also undressed.
Her skin slid against mine, the oil making it glide easily. My muscles released under her touch. When she climbed onto the table, her knees surrounded my hips. My lips turned up again, and my eyes opened.
“Hi,” she said softly. “Relaxed?”
“Mm-hm,” I hummed, brain and body jelly.
She scooted down and began a feathery-light trail of touches up the outside of my thighs. “Good. Let me make you feel even better.”
Kissing me softly, she let the passion build slowly. Her hands roamed, stopping to tease the small hoops through my nipples, eventually settling between my thighs. Soft fingers slid over the top of my pussy, dipping to glide inside, bringing me closer to the edge of my orgasm. When my legs began to shake, she pulled away, kissing down my stomach then across my thighs. The softness of her mouth skimmed my pussy, and the breath left my body. She pushed her fingers inside, sliding her lips and tongue against my clit.
“Turn around,” I said.
Humming against my skin, she did as I’d asked, bringing her knees to my ears and allowing me to mirror her actions. Using my fingers to spread her, I pushed my tongue inside as far as I could. I focused on her, the taste and smell and sensation, until she won, distracting me until I could only feel.
I was so distracted by her that I didn’t notice Jason had come home. When I heard his low groan, I turned to look at him, smiling, as his clothes hit the floor. Olivia never slowed her movements. My eyes closed again as my whole body tightened against hers. My back arched as she persisted, fingers fucking me as her tongue lapped back and forth over my clit. As I came, I felt Jason’s hands squeeze my legs, calluses scratching, his presence reminding me of his love.
While I came down, I thought about when I first fell in love with Liv. We’d been friends forever and I tried to deny my feelings for her for almost as long. She confessed her feelings for me, leading me to a long talk with Jason. He reminded me that he
loved me no matter what—we were already committed to each other in every way. I couldn’t figure out how to make the pieces fit and work if we added Olivia, though. They gave me time and gentle nudges, and now we functioned as a family of three. I was luckier than most and didn’t have to give up any facet of who I was or compromise what I wanted from life—the love of a man and a woman.
I didn’t have time to sink deeply into those thoughts; Olivia crawled off me, the slight breeze against my overheated body making me shiver. A hand from each of them curled into mine, helping me up, and we walked to the bedroom.
Standing back, I let go and they climbed on the bed. Liv hadn’t been sure she could ever be with Jason without me, but as I watched him love her, it was so clear that it was always meant to be this way.
“Get over here,” Jason playfully said over his shoulder.
“What if I’m enjoying the view?” I teased.
The muscles in his back and ass flexed and Olivia’s breath hitched, a slow moan coming from her. I imagined them—his hands pinching and pulling her nipples, his mouth kissing, licking and nipping.
“I think you’d enjoy it better if you were part of the view.”
His voice was muffled against her skin and a sting of jealousy coursed through me. He was right. I wanted in, on, above, below, penetrated and loved: everything.
I sat on the bed behind Olivia. Kissing the side of her neck, I kept my eyes on Jason as I touched her body. His wink was a fresh reminder that he was there for us both, and I laughed as he pulled our legs down farther on the bed. If ever there was a man that could handle two women, it was Jason. Skilled didn’t even begin to cover it.
Grateful that Olivia was smaller than me, I adjusted to her weight on me with little effort and I watched as Jason aligned his body with hers. My mouth pressed against the skin of her neck, fingertips reaching to touch him as well. As his body entered hers, one of his hands moved to my thighs, spreading and stroking.