Sweet Life 1

by Violet Blue

  Alex has gray-green eyes that change when he stares at me. They grow darker, more turbulent, like a storm at sea. As I began to rub the spicy lotion into the soft skin at the base of my throat, his eyes shimmered with desire and longing.

  “Get undressed,” I said, motioning with my chin toward the bedroom. “Strip out of your clothes and then wait for me.”

  He couldn’t hide his grin, but he ducked his head, bashfully, and then followed my command. Wives tend to know their husbands, sometimes better than the men know themselves. I’d been planning for this day for a long time, and I felt excitement pool within me. What a surprise Alex was in for—he thought he knew the evening’s plans, but he had no idea. After he’d left the room, I stood and got the secret present I’d been saving for him. Quickly, I pulled out the leather harness and dildo, then grabbed an outfit from the back of the hall closet and went into the bathroom to change. Or, rather, to transform.

  With Alex’s unfulfilled fantasy in mind, I had purchased a vintage sailor suit at a second-hand store. It was white with a black anchor on the sleeve and a musky, male smell to the fabric, even though I’d had it dry-cleaned. I hung the outfit on the back of the door while I attached the molded dildo to the harness, then slid the straps on and buckled the leather belt around my waist. The cock was as true-to-life as they come, as close to my actual skin color as possible, and ribbed with realistic veins. In length and girth it matched Alex’s almost exactly, which was what I’d wanted. My desire was for him to experience what I get to feel every night.

  After admiring my cock in the mirror, and admonishing myself not to get too infatuated with the look of it, I slid into the outfit. First, I put on a tight white tank bra that pressed my small breasts flat to my chest. I pulled the top over my head and then tried on the pants. I’m a slim 5’8”, but I’d had the pants altered and they fit perfectly, showing off the newfound bulge in front and my fine, round ass in the back. As I dressed, I imagined Alex’s hands unbuttoning the fly, his trembling fingers revealing the molded cock concealed beneath. One that was destined to introduce his virgin ass to the as-yet-inexperienced pleasures of life as a submissive.

  I completed my outfit with a pair of beat-up black Doc Martens. Then I slicked my short blonde hair away from my face and gave myself a final once-over. It was my intention to look the part of a boy, yet retain my feminine side, and I felt as if I’d done a perfect job. Still, I took my time with my finishing touches, sure that Alex was squirming in our room, growing harder ever second. He’s unused to being out of control, tends to take charge in our relationship—at least, in the bedroom portion of it. I wondered what he was thinking about, whether his heart was beating extra fast from that sexy combination of anticipation and fear.

  With more swagger to my stride than normal, I walked out of the bathroom and down the hall to our bedroom. Alex likes to tease me, says that I always walk as if I’m going somewhere, even when we’re out for a leisurely stroll. Now, I definitely had a purpose. Each step brought me further into my character. Long ago, Alex had confessed to being attracted to one of the cooks who had worked on a boat with him. He claimed the boy had looked like me, was of a slighter build than the rest of the burly sailors, with fairly feminine features and a “divine ass.” So, now I was Jake Miller, heading into our room to turn a forbidden fantasy into a reality.

  I opened the door slowly, seeing that Alex had dimmed the lights and lit the two ivory candles on our dresser. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, wearing a pair of gray cotton boxers, his eyes lowered, his body shaking slightly. I’d never seen him nervous before, never imagined he could appear vulnerable. Now that he was, I had a momentary lapse back into myself, wanting to go on my hands and knees in front of him, take his face in my hands, croon soothing words. But I’d fail him if I did.

  Instead, I approached solidly, grabbed his chin in my hand, and forced him to meet my eyes. He didn’t want to. He raised his face but kept his eyes lowered, staring at my feet.

  “Look at me,” I said, my voice low and as gruffly masculine as possible. His body shivered again, and this time he obeyed. “I’ve seen you watching me,” I told him, “seen the way you stare when I walk by. You think about me at night, alone in your bunk, your hand on your cock.”

  Alex swallowed hard and nodded. My confidence grew inside me. I could feel a heat spreading through my chest.

  “You work yourself and imagine that I’m fucking you.”

  Again, he nodded, his eyes wide. Taking a step closer, I pressed the bulge of my hidden rod directly in front of his mouth.

  “You want to taste my cock, don’t you?” I asked, my tone still low, barely louder than a whisper.

  “Yeah.” His mouth was partly open. He looked as if he wanted to deep-throat me right there. I didn’t let him, but I rubbed my pants-clad cock against his mouth, taunting him with the tool. He opened his mouth wider, cupping the head of my cock between his lips, wetting the clothing of my pants with his saliva. He looked as if he knew what he was doing, and I felt a surge of wetness in my pussy beneath the plastic prick. I was getting turned on watching his gray-green eyes beg me.

  “Unbutton my fly,” I told him, savoring the look of gratitude that flickered across his face. He was quick to oblige, undoing the buttons and then sliding the pants down over my hips so that my cock bulged forward. That wasn’t good enough for me. I kicked out of the shoes and tore off the pants, so that I had better control of my cock. What a perfect specimen it was, everlastingly erect and ready.

  “Suck me,” I ordered next, the words not even out of my mouth before his lips were around my new toy. I stroked his soft auburn hair while he made good use of his mouth. I felt the pull of his throat muscles as he tried futilely to drain a plastic cock.

  “This is going in your ass,” I told him next, and he sighed out loud, around the dildo. “This is going deep in your ass, and you’re gonna cry out with each stroke. You’re going to whimper like a girl.” I didn’t know where the words were coming from, but I let them come, did nothing to stifle myself. In reality, there’s no way I can force Alex to do anything. He outweighs me by more than fifty pounds, but I just let my body and my mind get into it, not caring that our heights and weights were so disproportionate to the characters we were playing. And as I pulled him off me and motioned for him to take off his boxers and get face-down on the bed, I could tell I’d have no back-talk from him. He wanted this. He’d been fantasizing about it for years.

  There was a tube of K-Y in the drawer (I’d planned ahead), and I lubed both my cock and his asshole before introducing him to the toy. Gently, I pressed the head of the cock into his asshole, giving him just the first inch. His body tensed, the muscles in his back alive and straining. His head twitched on the pillow, and I could see his reflection in the glass-encased picture over our bed. He was biting his lip, trying to stop himself from moaning.

  But I wanted him to moan.

  I thrust into him with the full length of the cock, then pulled out quickly, and jogged right back in. Don’t ask me how I knew the rhythm, or how I sensed what he needed. I just knew. The way to please my husband was to fuck him hard, to fuck him fast. He wanted to be taken, and I had no problem delivering.

  Within a few strokes, he simply couldn’t help himself. He leaned his head back and groaned at the feel of it, the intrusion and the sensation of being filled. I liked making him lose himself, and I wanted to keep up the ride. Squatting on my knees on either side of his body, I came back up on my feet for better control. I have very strong thigh muscles, and I used them to really fuck him. Grabbing onto his shoulders for support, I slammed into him with the cock, speaking the whole time, saying, “You like it like that, don’t you, Alex? You like it when your boyfriend fucks your ass….”

  I took his moans for assents, not asking him to answer me properly. He was so lost in his daydreams that I don’t think he would even have heard me if I’d made a demand. Somewhere else in his mind, he was being fucked by his fant
asy sailor boy. But I felt no competition. I’m the woman he comes home to, the woman he comes into, and I leaned my body against his and took a deep breath, smelling the cologne more strongly now that my body was growing hotter. Three fragrances permeated the room: the scent of Dolce & Gabbana, the scent of sweat, and the scent of sex.

  Alex controlled the rhythm when he was about to climax, taking over from me and bucking his hips against the sheets, forcing himself back onto the whole of my cock, fucking himself with it. He sighed as he came, calling me Jake, and then calling me Becky, and then smiling as he rolled over and murmuring again, “Happy Valentine’s Day….”

  “Happy Valentine’s Day, baby,” I whispered back, knowing that we wouldn’t wait for a special occasion to play this kind of game again.

  About the Authors

  XAVIER ACTON is a motorcycle-riding computer programmer from the San Francisco Bay Area. His writing has appeared on Gothic.Net and Necromantic.com. Club Labyrinth does not really exist, but SF clubsters may recognize it anyway….

  HANNE BLANK has never been able to figure out how Persephone could have restrained herself to only six pomegranate seeds. Associate editor of Sojourner: The Women’s Forum and coeditor of Scarletletters.com, she is a widely published writer and editor as well as the author/editor of several books about sex, including Big Big Love: A Sourcebook on Sex for People of Size and Those Who Love Them, Zaftig: Well Rounded Erotica, and Best Transgender Erotica.

  ALICE BLUE’S fiction can be found in Faster Pussycats, The Mammoth Book of New Erotica, and My Lover, My Friend.

  ANN BLAKELY is the coauthor of The Other Rules: Never Wear Panties on a Date and Other Tips. She has also published several erotic short stories in places such as www.goodvibes.com.

  P. E. BRINK is a librarian who lives in Virginia with his wife of 12 years and their 4-year-old son. He is currently writing an erotic novel set in prerevolutionary France. “The Last Train” is his first published work.

  MARK BROOKS is the pseudonym of a California technical writer. “Double Vision” is his first published short story.

  M. CHRISTIAN is the author of more than a hundred published short stories, his work being found in Best Lesbian Erotica, Best Gay Erotica, Best American Erotica, and many other books and magazines. He’s the editor of seven anthologies and the author of a collection of short stories, Dirty Words. A collection of his lesbian short stories, Speaking Parts, is coming out in 2002. The only thing he likes better than writing is sex.

  DANTE DAVIDSON is the coauthor of the best-selling DIY S/M and b/d book Bondage on a Budget (Masquerade) and the manual Secrets for Great Sex After Fifty (Pound Ridge). His short stories have appeared in Good Vibrations Magazine.

  KATE DOMINIC is a Los Angeles-based erotica freelancer whose stories appear in Herotica 6 and 7, Best Lesbian Erotica 2000, Best Women’s Erotica 2000 and 2001, Lip Service, Wicked Words I and IV, Strange Bedfellows, and dozens of other anthologies and magazines under many pen names. A graduate of the University of Wisconsin, she is a former aerospace editor and technical writer. Her first solo collection, Any 2 People Kissing, is available from Down There Press.

  SELENE DRAKE is a computer programmer and part-time exotic dancer in Buffalo, New York, who enjoys writing erotica for her lover.

  ERICA DUMAS’S poetry and fiction has appeared in Allusion, Calico, Broken Dances, Fear Time, and Seduction. She lives in New York.

  R. GAY is a writer in the Midwest who has an uncanny love affair with onions. Writings past and present can be found in Herotica 7, Love Shook My Heart II, Clean Sheets, Scarlet Letters, and others.

  CELIA O’TOOLE is a happily married mother of two school-aged children who lives in the San Francisco Bay Area. While writing erotica is one of her favorite pastimes (second only to researching it!), she usually writes nonfiction, focusing on personal effectiveness, parenting, and relationships. She has authored one book and numerous articles and essays, and is now working on her second book.

  EMILIE PARIS is the author of the novel Valentine (Blue Moon), available as an abridged audiotape by Passion Press. Her short stories have appeared in Batteries Not Included (Diva) and on the website www.goodvibes.com.

  ERIN PIPES is a writer living in California. Her work has appeared in various magazines, including Bitch and Bust.

  CHARLOTTE POPE is a recovering San Francisco Bay Area dotcommer who writes dirty stories and articles to remind herself that there’s more to life than coffee. Her work has appeared in Pump It Up, So Do My, and the forthcoming Noirotica 4.

  MARIE SUDAC is a dancer, poet, and writer who lives in the Los Angeles area with her lover and two cats. “A Walk in the Park” is her first published work.

  ALISON TYLER is the author of thirteen erotic novels, most recently Learning to Love It and Strictly Confidential. Her short stories have appeared in anthologies such as Wicked Words 4, Guilty Pleasures, Noirotica 3, Midsummer Night’s Dreams, Sex Toy Tales, The Unmade Bed, Bondage, and Gone Is the Shame, as well as in Playgirl magazine and on the website www.goodvibes.com.

  BILL VICKERS is the nom de plume of a widely published novelist, playwright, and poet. His stories have appeared in several magazines, including Libido, Cupido, and Clean Sheets, as well as in anthologies such as Best American Erotica.

  ERIC WILLIAMS is a Los Angeles-based writer. His short stories have appeared in several Penthouse publications.

  KRISTINA WRIGHT is a full-time writer, an award-winning romance novelist, and a lover of all things erotic and romantic. Her erotica has been published in Best Women’s Erotica 2000, Scarlet Letters, and Good Vibrations Magazine, among others. She lives in Virginia with her husband, surrounded by pets and books.

  About the Editor

  VIOLET BLUE is senior copywriter at Good Vibrations where she writes book and video reviews, which has her watching an awful lot of porn, and reading virtually everything imaginable written about sex. She is a sex columnist and a sex educator, and was the founding editor of the Good Vibrations Magazine. She is the author of two books on oral sex, How to Go Down on a Woman and How to Go Down on a Man, both forthcoming from Cleis Press. Visit her web site about all things oral, tinynibbles.com. When not on the job, Violet somehow finds time to enjoy her life’s other loves—her handsome husband Todd, their gigantic cat, tasty red wines, and technology-based art.

  Copyright © 2001 by Violet Blue.

  All stories copyright © 2001 by the respective authors.

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