TOTALLY WICKED: BUNDLE

by MIMI WILDE

  Max shuddered inside me. “Oh fuck.”

  I knew he was feeling good too. It had been so long. I leaned over and started to move up and down on his staff. I squeezed the walls of my pussy around him as I moved. I was already wet, my juice coating his rigid flesh and mixing with his own leaking fluid.

  “Oh yes, ride me,” he moaned. “This is so fucking good. Ride me, sweet thing.”

  Ride him. It was exactly what I wanted. I needed to experience every inch of his hot, throbbing cock for as long as I could. I bounced a little more and then stopped. I was so close. I didn’t want to come yet, and Max’s cock showed no signs of getting soft again.

  “You were flirting with him,” he said.

  I knew immediately he was thinking of the male nurse because I had been thinking of him too. It wasn’t just because he was handsome or that he had gotten so excited so quickly, but because I knew, Max was watching. I didn’t answer, but I moved faster on Max’s cock. It had been so long. I couldn’t hold back anymore. I leaned forward and kissed Max’s lips, and I stabbed my tongue into his mouth. I shuddered as if I was about to break apart. More of my juice flooded his hard prick. I took him as deep into me as I could get him and I let the sweet spasms rock over me. Again, I felt the spasms tearing me apart.

  “Oh Max, baby,” I screamed.

  It was as if all the air rushed out of my body. I was a limp rag doll resting on his body and it took me a moment or two to remember Max still hadn’t come. I kissed him again, stabbing my tongue into his mouth and working my hips. His cock jumped inside me. I squeezed my pussy walls together and made as tight as fit as possible.

  “Oh baby,” he groaned. “Oh, baby, I’m coming. Oh sweet fuck.”

  I laughed aloud as I felt his cum shooting up into me. He had a lot. It coated my pussy and then started leaking out onto the bed and his thighs. I bounced and squeezed a little more as I tried to coax out every drop. It was Max’s turn to laugh. It was a laugh of pure savage joy.

  “Baby, that was fantastic,” he said.

  I rolled off him and stood up just in time. The door opened again. This time it was a female nurse and she took his temperature and wrote it down on a chart. She looked at both of us oddly as if she might have known what was going on in the room a few moments before. She probably did. The room smelled like sex, and my thong was still on the floor where I dropped it. The nurse made no mention of it.

  We laughed again when she left the room, and I gave Max a hug.

  “Back in a minute, hon,” I said.

  I spent a few minutes in the bathroom and returned with my thong back in place. I still felt wet and warm between my legs, but it was a good feeling. Max had his hands behind his head and looked at me oddly. I blushed a little.

  “That was interesting,” he said.

  “I’ll say,” I agreed.

  “I never thought I would get excited watching my wife flirt with another man,” he said.

  “It was the circumstance,” I said. “I mean, we didn’t plan it. It’s a public place. He caught us making out. You know how my nipples get when I’m excited. They’ve been a source of embarrassment for years.”

  Max nodded. “They certainly were sticking out. He couldn’t stop looking at you. I think it also got you excited.”

  “You got me excited before he ever came in,” I said.

  The conversation was making me uncomfortable. I couldn’t believe that Max had gotten so hard because another man lusted after me. Perhaps there was something in that medication he had taken. I mean, it had made him so ill I thought he was having a heart attack, but perhaps it had also worked like a powerful aphrodisiac. I know it surprised the hell out of me that he was able to get hard again. It had been a long time since his last real hard-on.

  “I think you should get some rest now,” I said

  “I feel great after that workout,” he said.

  “You need to get your rest,” I insisted. “This evening didn’t go as exactly like we planned.”

  “Except the climax of the evening was great,” he said. “

  “Get your rest,” I said. “I’ll be back to pick you up in the morning.”

  I picked up my purse from the table near the bed, and I gave Max a chaste kiss on the cheek. He reached for my breasts, but I danced quickly out of his way.

  “You’re insatiable,” I said.

  “I love you, Cat,” he said.

  I smiled at him. “I love you too, baby. Now get some rest.

  CHAPTER THREE

  My mother named me Frances Catherine after an aunt back in Ireland. Except for my husband, and a few childhood friends, nobody knew Frances was my first name, and everyone mistakenly thought Cat was short for Catherine. In reality, Cat was a nickname I picked up in college because of my love for drama. We had to do a little drama sketch at the end of each quarter and my first one was a sort of dance number done with a boy who played a guitar and recited a poem called, ‘she moves like a cat.”

  Okay, I know it sounds silly, but it actually worked very well except for one thing. Well, two things. My nipples. I chose a black leotard to do my dance number and it ended up being scratchy. My nipples were hard and thrusting immediately, and the boys in the audience loved the number. My professor even loved it. Of course, he was male.

  He jokingly called me Cat, and the nickname stuck.

  I picked Max up the next morning at the hospital in my gold BMW with the vanity plates reading ‘Cat”, a second year anniversary present. I wore a gold lame top draped dangerously low in front; black tight-fitting jeans and black strappy heels. I always thought the outfit looked a little tawdry, but it was one of Max’s favorite ensembles. Max looked pleased with himself as he climbed into the car.

  “How about stopping at Chico Dan’s,” he said. “I’m craving tacos after all that hospital food.”

  “Your wish is my command,” I said.

  Max rolled his eyes. “I should be so lucky.”

  Chico Dan’s was an ugly, squat brick building with a faded sign out front. Tourists avoided it as if it was the plague and everybody who lived in the area around Malibu Beach were glad they did. It had some of the best Mexican food in California. Never mind that it had wooden tables and loud music playing from a jukebox in the corner, the food was worth it. We sat together in a corner and had two of their spicy beef tacos with beer. I mean, we had a beer as well as the beer mixed and cooked in the tacos.

  Max took a big bite and wiped his lips with a paper napkin. “So the male nurse came in this morning to take my blood again. He looked unhappy not to find you and your nipples there.”

  “Max,” I said.

  “I think he was really turned on last night. Hell, so were we.”

  I didn’t answer, but I knew my face was red. I avoided his eyes by sipping my beer.

  “We should talk about this, Cat,” he said.

  “Talk about what,” I said. “We were making out, and he walked in on us. That’s all. It was kind of an exciting situation.”

  Max shook his head. “You know that’s not all there was to it.”

  “What else could it have been?”

  “You flirted with him. You kept crossing your legs and showing him your thighs. Your nipples were hard. You were breathing heavy. You knew you were making him hot, and that made me hot.”

  “Okay, so I flirted a little. So what?”

  He sighed. “So I got hard. Really hard.”

  “So maybe I should flirt with other men more often,” I said irritably.

  “Maybe you should,” he said.

  We finished off our tacos in silence. My mind was full of questions. Was he serious? Did he want me to flirt with other men just to spice up our sex life? The thought made me shiver. It was not something I was even sure I could do. Flirting with the male nurse was a spontaneous kind of thing. I hadn’t planned it. Intentionally flirting with some guy seemed cold-blooded. Max would also have to be close by to watch. Would he eventually get jealous? I knew the mal
e ego was fragile. What would happen if it went too far? What might happen if another guy wanted to kiss me, or put his hands on me?

  It was very confusing.

  There was also something else. I knew Max did business with many different types of people. Some of the people had been out to the house on occasion. Max called them organizers, but I knew a few of them carried guns, and I noticed Eduardo was never far away when they were around. I suspected they were mob types, but I never asked. I just knew they were dangerous and very macho. They would definitely not be the type to understand Max getting hot watching his wife flirt with another man.

  I stumbled on the way back out to my car. Max grabbed my elbow to steady me. He looked at me curiously. I hoped he could not tell what I was thinking.

  Max opened the car door for me. “I’m not ready to go home yet. Drive me up to the point.”

  “You want to park with me?” I asked teasingly.

  “Anybody would.”

  For some reason I felt odd as I drove him up to the point. The point was on our property, and it overlooked our large, spacious home, the trees and pond, and the horses in the meadow. It was the place Max had asked me to marry him. I parked the car, but I kept it running. I changed the CD. It was a disc from a popular musical. It was the musical we had gone to see the night Max proposed.

  “It’s beautiful here,” I said.

  “You’re beautiful,” he said.

  He pulled me into his arms and kissed me. I pressed myself against him and opened my mouth for his gently thrusting tongue. I put my hand in his lap and rubbed his cock, but it felt soft. I rubbed it a little harder, but there was not much of a response. I had the feeling he was only half-kissing me, his mind on something else.

  I pulled back and looked into his eyes. “Why did you bring me here?”

  “To talk,” he said. “I want to talk honestly about what happened last night.”

  “Not that again,” I said.

  “I want you to be honest with me.”

  “I have been honest.”

  “You’re afraid, Cat. You’re afraid of what happened last night.”

  “What the hell do you want me to say,” I said.

  “The truth,” he said. “You owe me the truth.”

  “Okay, I got hot. He was big and strong and his prick looked like it was going to tear a hole in his pants and it made me hot. Is that what you wanted to hear?”

  I was angry and near tears. Max rested his hand on mine. He looked like a small boy for a moment. He took a deep breath. “Listen to me, Cat. Something happened to me last night. I can’t explain it. I hated the fact you were flirting with that guy. I wanted to hurt him. Then I got hard thinking about it. I got hard enough to fuck you. I needed that so much.”

  “I understand, Max.”

  “Damn it, I don’t understand it. I just know I need to feel it again.”

  He pulled my hand back into his lap again. I felt him slightly stir.

  “Will you tell me what you were thinking, Cat? I need you to be honest. Were you thinking about fucking him? Were you thinking of having his big cock inside you? “

  I closed my eyes. I knew what he wanted to hear. I couldn’t believe this was happening. The truth is I had just been flirting. It was in fun. I hadn’t been thinking of the male nurse fucking me. Even in my fantasies, I was always faithful. Other lovers were not necessary. Max gave me all the sex I needed.

  I also knew the truth wasn’t what Max wanted.

  “I thought about him kissing me,” I said. “I thought of him kissing me and pushing his tongue in my mouth. I thought about him undressing me. He took my top off. He undid my bra. He sucked on my nipples.”

  None of it was true. I wasn’t thinking of any of those things, but now I was thinking of them. I was thinking of hands and lips on me. I licked my lips. They suddenly felt very dry. I also felt Max’s cock stirring a little more. I traced the length of his cock with my fingertips. He was hard, almost as hard as he had been in the hospital.

  “Did you want him to fuck you?” Max asked breathlessly.

  “Yes,” I moaned. “Yes, yes, yes.”

  I kept talking to my husband, telling him things he needed to hear as I unzipped his pants. I made up most of the stuff, but making them up was sexy. It sent shivers up and down my body. It was certainly making my husband hot. His prick jumped up into my fingers as I tugged it out of his pants. I ran my thumb over the purplish head, and it already felt sticky. I leaned over and kissed the tip. I tasted his pre-cum, strong and salty on my tongue.

  He put his hand on the top of my head and I willingly opened my mouth and captured his swollen cockhead. I let it slide over my tongue into the back of my throat. More of the taste of his salty fluid filled my mouth.

  “Was this what you would do to him, baby?” Max asked. “Would you suck his big cock?”

  Damn, all his talk was really making me hot. I couldn’t help myself. I started slowly bobbing my head over my husband’s cock, and at the same time, I reached down to unhook my jeans. I pulled them apart wide enough so I could put my hand between my legs.

  “You would, wouldn’t you, you sweet little bitch,” my husband moaned. “You’d suck his cock like you’re doing me. You’d swallow his cum.”

  His cum and my spit swirled in my mouth as I sucked him. Some of it bubbled out of my lips. I bobbed faster as my fingers wedged between my thighs. My panties were wet. I slipped two fingers into my panties and edged forward so I could touch the lips of my pussy. I moaned as I thrust two fingers inside myself.

  “Sucking his cock like a good little whore,” my husband said harshly.

  My need grew more intense. Sweet, savage pleasure rocked my body. I sucked faster. Bubbles of cum filled my mouth, dripped down my chin. I finger-fucked myself like a hard cock thrusting into me. I gave into the mental images going through my mind.

  Someone else was fucking me. Not the male nurse. Someone huge, with a big cock and he was thrusting into me savagely while I sucked my husband’s cock. Lord, his cock felt so big. I saw his face. I saw his dark skin, his dark eyes, and his arrogance.

  Eduardo. It shocked me so badly; I stopped thrusting with my fingers. Pleasure ebbed away, but Max still urged me on.

  “Yeah, baby.” Max said. “Baby, baby, baby.”

  I gagged suddenly on Max’s spurting Jism. I gasped and choked. I pulled my head back and it ran up my nose and down my chin. I put my mouth back on his prick and tried to swallow as much as it could. I had not been expecting it so soon, or so much. I gasped for breath again as another spurt filled my mouth. I pulled my fingers out of myself because I was concentrating on his shooting cum. Finally, a last few drops trickled into my mouth and I swallowed.

  Max groaned. “Damn, baby.”

  My pussy was no longer as hot. I was still in shock. I kept seeing Eduardo’s face. I sat up in the seat. I grabbed some Kleenex from the car’s side pocket and wiped my face. I tugged my panties into place and buckled my jeans up again.

  “Hot damn,” he said.

  I looked irritably at him. I was glad I had given him pleasure, but I was also uncomfortable with this new fantasy. I had never dreamed of cheating on Max but it sounded as if he was encouraging me to do so. Max was my only lover. I had resigned myself to being the best wife I could be. I had tried to convince myself the sex wasn’t important.

  Now Max had opened up the floodgates again. My body was tingling. I was thinking about sex. I was thinking how good a hard cock felt inside me. As I put the Beemer in gear and started toward home, my pussy felt empty and aching, and it was Max’s fault.

  Max seemed content. He was actually humming an old show tune under his breath.

  I drove past our front gate and a couple of horses came over to the fence and watched us pass. One of the hired hands waved from where he was repairing a fence. Our house was a fancy, sprawling ranch-style with overly large rooms. Max had lived here with each of his wives, but he had it renovated before I moved in. New ha
rdwood floors, new furnace, new kitchen cabinets, and a completely redone master bedroom. I was thankful I did not have to share our bedroom with ghosts from the past.

  “I’m glad to be home,” Max said.

  I rolled my eyes. “You were only in the hospital one day.”

  “One day was enough,” he said.

  Louise came to the door to greet us. Louise was darkly Hispanic, a lush, attractive woman in her early forties. She did most of the cooking and cleaning. She was terribly busy and efficient, and she sometimes made me feel inadequate in many ways. I said Louise was lush. Perhaps a better way to describe her was overly lush. She was petite but very large chested, with breasts that seemed impossibly firm to be so big.

  “Her tits come into the room five minutes before she does,” Max joked often.

  I slapped him and called him crude but the old joke came close to the truth. She was also beautiful. I was pretty. I knew plenty of pretty women living in California, and I knew a few beautiful ones. Louise could have been a movie star. Her eyes were darkly passionate, compelling. Every time I looked at her, I got a sense of what California was like long ago when vaquero’s ruled the land and their women. I sensed Louise would have been in her element savagely mating under the stars while wild horses grazed nearby. A couple of times I was tempted to ask Max if he had ever done anything with Louise, but I decided I didn’t want to know.

  Edwardo met us in the hallway, his face concerned.

  Max asked, “What is it?”

  “The red stallion was limping in his stall this morning,” Edwardo said. “Perhaps you should take a look.”

  “That horse is worth a bundle,” Max said. “I’m going to take a look, sweetheart.”

  “You shouldn’t overdo,” I protested.

  Max grinned lecherously at me and slapped me on the backside. “I feel great, sugar. I’ll just look. I might need to call the vet.”

  The two men left me in the hallway. I noticed Louse watching from a doorway. She was smiling thinly, as if she knew a secret. I didn’t trust myself to speak. I nodded at her and walked past her down the long hallway to the Master bedroom in the back. I shut the door behind me. I felt a little grimy and I stripped off my clothes and went into the bathroom. I didn’t usually take two showers a day, but this afternoon I needed it. The special shower installed was incredible. It had four showerheads and I turned them all on and stood under the forcible spray of hot water.