TOTALLY WICKED: BUNDLE

by MIMI WILDE

  “He almost made it,” Amy admitted. “He came closer than anyone else before Jim. He might have made it if he’d tried again, but he gave up after one attempt. And then you came along and it was hands off after that.”

  “I appreciate that,” Hope said. “He would have probably cheated much earlier if you had given him the chance. I’ve seen the way he looks longingly at you at times.”

  “Not a chance,” Amy said.

  “Not even if it were okay with me,” Hope said. “Well, not with me, actually. With Candy.”

  Amy took a deep breath. “I’m really not interested in Thad so much.”

  It took Hope a moment to understand and her face grew red.

  “You’re mean you’re interested in Candy?”

  Amy didn’t answer. The waiter brought their salads and they stopped to eat. Hope could tell that Amy was embarrassed by what she had said, and Hope was trying to understand. She realized now there had always been signs that Amy might be more attracted to girls than boys.

  “Forget what I said,” Amy said. “It was stupid. I’ve got to go.”

  “No, wait,” Hope said. “I want to know. We’re friends. Are you telling me you’re a lesbian?”

  “No,” Amy said. “Well, not really. It’s that I’ve always been kind of attracted to you, and you said there were no rules with Candy. I guess I got a little carried away.”

  “I don’t know what to say,” Hope said.

  “Don’t say anything,” Amy pleaded. “Let’s forget it, shall we? I’ll forget you are Candy and you forget what I said.”

  “I can’t do that,” Hope said.

  “Please, Hope, for friendship’s sake.”

  “No,” Hope said. “But I have another idea. One I’d have to get Thad’s approval on, but I’m sure he’d go along with.”

  “What?” Amy asked suspiciously.

  “You can get a package deal. Both of us. I’m not into girls that much but I’m assuming you have some things you wish to do to me, and I’ll go along with them. And you go along with Tad, no matter what he asks.”

  “No way,” Any said.

  “Hope shrugged. “Well, it’s an idea.”

  Hope wasn’t sure why she was making such an offer to Amy. She knew she wasn’t interested sexually in Amy, but she knew Thad had always desired her. She was practically pimping her husband out to Amy. But maybe it would strengthen the relationship even more if Thad thought she was willing to do such things.

  “It won’t ever happen,” Amy said. “No way. It couldn’t.”

  “Suit yourself,” Hope insisted.

  Hope saw pain and fear in Amy’s eyes. She looked like a deer caught in the headlights. But Hope also glimpsed something else. An incredible excitement. It burned in her face. And a hunger Hope had never been aware of before.

  “I wouldn’t even tell Thad why,” Hope said. “We’d pretend it was him you wanted.”

  “Oh hell,” Amy said.

  “And of course Jim would never know.”

  “I can’t,” Amy said. “I can’t. Not with both of you.”

  “It’s a pity then,” Hope said. “It might have been fun.”

  Hope’s cell phone rang. She glanced at the text message.

  “Candy’s got a date,” she said. “I’ll talk to you later.”

  Amy offered to pay the bill as Hope rushed out of the restaurant. The text message had only read.I need Candy. Thad.

  She went straight to the apartment. She showered and changed into a matching set of panties and bra and she pulled on a filmy black teddy. She put on black fuck-me shoes. She dabbed a little perfume behind her ears and between her breasts. She put on bright red lipstick. She pulled on the short black wig. Looking into the mirror, she looked nothing like Hope.

  She waited

  It was thirty minutes before Thad got to the apartment and he looked unhappy and furious when he arrived. “The world is full of fucking idiots and they all work in sales.”

  “I’m sorry,” Hope-Candy said.

  “Fix me a drink, bitch,” he said. He emphasized the bitch. She knew what was happening. He was angry, frustrated and ready to take it out on her. She sighed. It was part of the deal. It was the way he had acted with Missy. At the moment she was not his wife, but a cheap little whore he was keeping up at an apartment, and who owed him whatever he wanted.

  She fixed a large martini and brought it to him where he sat. He took it from her and took a long gulp. He pulled her down into his lap and kissed her hard on the mouth. Then, without warning, he pushed her out of his lap onto the floor.

  “Suck it,” he said.

  She moved between his legs and unzipped his pants. In a moment she had fished out his cock. He wasn’t hard. She licked him like an ice cream cone, but he still didn’t get stiff. He never had trouble getting hard so she knew he was really upset. She bent forward and let his cock slide over her tongue. She intentionally gagged herself as she drew it into the back of her throat and held it there. Finally, she felt a stirring of his prick.

  He grabbed the back of her head and started thrusting his hips up off the chair. He showed no mercy. It was okay. This was the arrangement she had made, and this was what she wanted. Finally, a little of his pre-cum swirled around in her mouth. She swallowed some and gagged again, but she still didn’t try and pull her mouth away.

  “Damn,” he moaned. “Damn, damn, damn, what a world full of idiots.”

  Still complaining about business even as he enjoyed fucking her mouth. Again, it was okay. She was there for his pleasure. It was what whores did.

  He suddenly pulled her head back. His eyes looked maniacal. He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her up and over his lap. He put his hand under her short gown and felt her ass. He squeezed hard and then he slapped her really hard.

  Spanking, she thought.

  This, she had not expected. Missy had not mentioned spankings.

  He slapped her again and then rubbed the spot with the palm of his hand. He slapped again very hard and it made her yelp. He liked her response and he did it a few more times until her ass cheeks were burning. He took hold of her panties and ripped them off in one savage jerking motion. Then he began spanking her hard again, his hand bruising her tender ass cheeks and bringing tears to her eyes. She didn’t think he was going to stop, but finally he gave her one last hard slap. He was breathing hard. She was still crying softly.

  “Hands and knees on the bed,” Thad said harshly.

  Tad was like a Wildman. He practically shoved her out of his lap. She scrambled up onto the bed on her hands and knees. He tore off his clothes and moved up behind her. With one brutal shove, he went deep into her pussy.

  “Shake that ass, you whore,” he yelled.

  He started fucking her brutally. His balls slapped her. He grunted each time he thrust. She sensed that Thad had almost forgotten that she really wasn’t a whore. It didn’t matter. She wanted to give him everything he wanted. Even as that thought went through her mind, she realized she wasn’t giving him everything he wanted.

  There was one more thing he desired, and she could give him.

  “Stick it in my ass,” she whispered. “Put it in my ass, Thad. Show me how really treat your whore.”

  She had excited his senses beyond control, and now he pulled his cock back out of her pussy. He felt the hard knob against her tiny puckered hole. She tensed in expectation and that was a mistake. It hurt like hell as he forced his cockhead past her anal opening. Fortunately, he stopped right there. She made herself relax as much as she could. It was still painful. He started to push, his cock feeling as if it was splitting her apart.

  He pushed a little harder

  “Oh fuck,” she moaned and his prick got into her half way.

  He still had no mercy. He was finally getting her tight asshole and he was relishing it. He reached around her body and grabbed her hanging breasts. He squeezed hard and rubbed his thumbs along her nipples. He pushed again and he slid the rest of the way i
nto her ass. It filled her a lot more than she had ever dreamed. He moaned as he felt how tight she was.

  “You are so fucking tight, Candy,” he groaned.

  So she was Candy to him now, even in his mind. He was fucking Candy’s ass. He drew back and then rammed into her again. His balls slapped her. It was still hurting, but she tried not to pull away. She wanted to give him her ass. She put her head down on the bed, raising her ass even higher. He went deeper. She kept willing herself to relax, but it was hard to let herself with that big cock stretching her asshole

  At least he would get it over with soon. He increased his thrusts.

  “Play with your pussy,” he said. “Put some fingers in your cunt.”

  It was awkward, but she worked one hand between her legs. She found her pussy with her fingers and worked two fingers inside herself. Rubbing her fingers along her clit, she shivered. It helped. She started working her clit with her fingers and the shivers of excitement seemed to help loosen up her ass and made his thrusts less painful.

  “Yes, baby,” he groaned. “Fucking yes. Fucking sweet piece of ass.”

  It grew easier and easier as he thrust and finally she found herself pushing back against him, somehow taking his cock even deeper into her tight ass.

  A powerful shudder went through her and she realized she was going to come. She wouldn’t have believed it. There was no pain anymore, only a burning heat in her ass and juices dripping on her fingers.

  “Fuck my ass, Thad,” she moaned. “Fuck me hard. Show me what a whore is good for.”

  He rammed harder into her asshole and she gave herself into the feelings. Her orgasm grew in her belly and spread out through her body and then suddenly seemed to explode in fiery spasms. She bounced back against his cock as hard as she could and he rammed her again.

  “I’m going to come in your ass, bitch,” he screamed. “I’m going to fucking come in your sweet fucking ass.”

  He slammed as hard as he could and his prick jumped and she met him again with a backwards thrust and his prick exploded inside her. He rammed her one last time and gave another couple of spurts of cum into her ass. He stopped moving and let the rest of his cum trickle into her.

  “Was it everything you thought?” she asked.

  He finally moved with a soft groan and drew his prick out of her. He settled back on the chair near the bed and she went into the bed and returned with a washrag. She cleaned him off thoroughly and then gave his prick head a little kiss.

  She looked up at him. His face looked concerned. Guilty.

  “Don’t you dare look like that,” she said. “I’m Candy. I’m your whore, remember? You can use me any way you like.”

  “I hurt you,” he said.

  “And you can fucking do it again,” she said savagely. “Choke me on that horse cock. Stick it up my ass. Spank me. Come in my face. I’m your whore, damn it. That’s what I want you to do. Every time you want Candy.”

  7.

  Thad came home late and Hope had prepared steaks and salad, and a cold pitcher of martinis. They had just finished eating when Amy knocked on the door. Amy was dressed in a gorgeous low-cut black evening gown and pearls. Hope gave her a low whistle.

  “Is one of those for me?” Amy asked.

  Amy eased down into a chair. Her dress was so tight, she could barely sit.

  “It was one of those dinners at the lab where Jim likes to show me off,” Amy explained. “It went on forever. I smiled until I felt like my face was frozen.”

  Amy kicked off her shoes and tried to get comfortable in the tight fitting dress. Hope noticed the way Thad’s eye went to her cleavage. Hope was in a comfortable jump suit. She was still a little sore from that afternoon. She moved gingerly as she poured Amy a drink and put in two olives.

  “Bless you,” Amy said, as she took the drink.

  “Where’s Jim?” Hope asked.

  “He came home acting a little frisky but now he’s passed out on the couch. He doesn’t really do well when he’s had a little to drink.”

  “But he makes a lot of money,” Thad pointed out.

  Amy gave him a dirty look.

  “Money’s not everything,” she said.

  “I never thought I’d hear you say that,” Thad said. “Isn’t that why you always treated what you had between your legs as gold? Because you were going to trade it for gold.”

  Anger showed in Amy’s face and then the tears started flowing down her cheeks.

  “Damn you,” she said softly. “Damn you.”

  Hope went to her friend and hugged her. Amy cried softly and rested her head against Hope’s shoulder. Until that moment Hope had not realized how truly unhappy her friend was. Amy had always seemed so self-possessed, so cool about everything. Hope thought Amy had gotten everything she wanted in life but the tall brunette, with the model’s figure, had needs Hope had never realized. Sure, Amy had flirted with the idea of dressing up like Candy, but Hope had thought it was simply because Amy needed more excitement in her life.

  Now Hope saw the feelings went deeper than that.

  “Come on upstairs with me, Amy,” Hope said. “I’ve got something comfortable you can put on and we can talk.”

  Thad remained where he was, sipping his drink, and Hope helped her friend up the stairs and into the guest bedroom. She helped Amy out of the slinky black dress. Underneath Amy had on sexy black underwear, an old-fashioned black garter belt and stockings.

  “Jim likes the old-fashioned look,” Amy explained.

  Hope couldn’t say anything. Up until that moment she had always thought her friend had a slender figure. She was a completely different person without her clothes. Her figure seemed even lustier. Her breasts threatened to spill out of the lacy

  It was at that moment Amy dissolved into tears. It was a real crying jag. The two women sat on the edge of the bed and Hope held her. After a while, the choking sobs stopped. Amy drew her head back.

  “I must look a mess.”

  “I’ll get you a robe,” Hope said. “Go wash your face. We’ll talk.”

  Her friend went into the bathroom and washed her face and then sat on the bed and peeled off the stockings. Hope hurried downstairs and she poured Amy a new martini.

  “What’s going on,” Thad said his voice a little surly.

  Hope gave him a brief smile. “Just be patient, honey. This might work out very well for you and Candy.”

  Hope hurried back up the stairs and got a robe from her bedroom closet. Amy was still sitting where she had left her. Hope noticed she had very long, shapely legs. Perhaps she had noticed Amy’s legs before, when Amy wore tight shorts, but the setting had not been as intimate.

  Hope was almost sorry when Amy wrapped the robe around her and tied it.

  “You want to talk about it,” Hope said.

  “There’s nothing to talk about,” Amy said.

  “Come on, Amy. We’ve been friends forever. I know when you’re miserable, and I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so unhappy.”

  Amy took a deep swallow of her drink. “It’s you.”

  “Me?” Hope questioned.

  “I think I would have been good if you hadn’t started talking about being Candy?”

  “I don’t think I understand,” Hope said.

  “You started talking about Candy and suddenly you are all I can think about. I’m thinking of you morning, noon and night. I think about your breasts. I dream of them.”

  “Let me get this straight,” Hope said. “You’re thinking about having sex with me?”

  Amy nodded miserable. “Yes. Please believe me. I’ve never been with another woman, but I’ve always known that I’m attracted to some women. I thought I had it under control but then you started this Candy business.”

  Hope really was not surprised. She had always suspected her friend of having lesbian feelings.

  “I think about how you look in a bathing suit. I think about your legs. I’m going crazy, Hope.”

  “It will be oka
y,” Hope assured her.

  “No, not ever again. You know I married for money, Hope.”

  “That’s no secret.”

  “My husband cares little about sex, and that was the way I thought I wanted it. But then you started talking about Candy.”

  “I understand,” Hope said.

  “I bet you’re disgusted,” Amy said.

  “Oh no,” Hope said. “I’m flattered, really.”

  Hope moved closer to Amy and let her leg rub against her friend. Smiling, she reached down and undid the top button of her shorts. She stretched her legs out in front of her. The older woman drew in her breath.

  “Do you want a little taste,” Hope said.

  “Please don’t do this to me,” Amy said. “If you do this, I’m lost.”

  “Just a little taste,” Hope said.

  Hope eased her shorts down to her knees and then to the floor. Then she leaned back on her elbows.

  “Just kiss it a little, Amy,” she said.

  Hope gave a soft cry and went down on her knees. A moment later her lips were pressed against Hope’s vulva. Hope put her hand behind Amy’s head.

  “That’s right, sugar,” Hope said. “Just kiss it a little.”

  Amy lost control, and she wanted to kiss it a lot. Her lips pressed against Hope’s wet panties and her tongue moved around the edge of the material. Hope felt a shiver as her tongue pressed her pussy lips. She thought she might enjoy letting Amy go a little more, but it wasn’t the plan. Hope gripped Amy’s head and pulled her face back.

  “What?” Amy said. “Please.”

  “I said just a little, sugar,” Hope said. “But you just let me know when you want to do it some more and we’ll all get together.”

  “When?” Amy said desperately.

  “I’ll have to ask Thad,” Hope said.

  “Thad,” Amy said stupidly.

  “Of course, Thad. He’ll want to be there.”

  “Oh, God, no,” Amy said.

  “It’s only fair. You get to eat my pussy and Thad gets to fuck you. I expect he will be very rough with you. He’s never liked you very much. He’s always thought you were a lesbian bitch. So he’ll be rough as hell.”

  “Damn you,” Amy said. “I can’t do that.”