by C. C. Morian
“It’s your turn!”
I did a quick shot, then quickly refilled her glass. “Next.”
“I’m not sure I can keep doing this.”
“How’s your stomach?”
Emily shrugged. “It feels okay. My head is buzzing though.”
“Okay, we’ll take it easy. Do one more, then we’ll slow down and wait a while. I don’t want you to be sick.”
Emily took the drink, then set it down. “I don’t want to spill it on this nice blouse you bought me. I should go change.”
“Just take it off.”
Emily stared at me. “Just, like, you mean. . .”
“You were willing to tell the bartender to do you. . .”
“You’ll never let me forget that, will you?”
“I’d rather think of it as a way to get you do something fun. Which reminds me, we have to work on our bucket list.”
“Okay, let’s do that instead.”
“After your drink.”
“I think I need another drink to be able to take off my top, but to do that I have to take off my top. Oh my gosh, I must be drunk, I’m not making any sense.”
“It made perfect sense to me,” I said. “Tell you what, I’ll hold a napkin under your chin.” Without waiting for her to object, I knelt by the couch, handing her the drink. “Ready? Go.”
Emily gave me one last look, then did the shot. Her eyes scrunched up, but she didn’t spill a drop.
“Good girl. You’re a pro already.”
“I guess I don’t need to take off the blouse, then,” she said.
“Better be safe than sorry.” I hesitated, then undid one of her buttons. I realized I’d never undressed my own wife before. Emily stared at my hands, but didn’t stop me, so I kept going, my fingers trembling, wondering why this was turning me on so much.
I reached the last button and pulled the blouse free from her skirt. Her bra peeked out at me. I’d seen her in a bra a hundred times, usually just for a few seconds, but this glimpse was so erotic, so teasing, my erection was immediately back. It was like I was with a new woman.
Emily’s lips trembled. I suddenly remembered the first time we had been physical, her reaction the same, hesitant, yet letting it happen. We hadn’t even had real sex that night, just touching, knowing even then I had to go slow.
I took the glass from her and set it on the table. Then, very carefully, I helped her out of her blouse and laid it over the back of the couch. Emily smiled shyly, her hands covering her breasts, even though she still wore a bra. Although I wanted to jump all over her, I waited, and slowly Emily put her hands in her lap. She looked so sexy, wearing just the bra, her firm breasts pushing the cups straight out.
Sensing she was ready, I softly cupped one breast and then the other, Emily watching my hands again. My fingers followed the edges of the bra, over and over. It was a simple white bra with a little lace, not sexy lingerie, but on Emily it looked wonderful.
“Do you want another drink or do you want me to keep going?” I asked.
“I thought we were going to work on our bucket list.”
“Maybe we are. This should be on it.”
“What?”
“This.” I bent to her breast and felt for her nipple right through the thin fabric, mouthing her, pulling her teat with my lips. Emily stiffened, and I loosened my grip on her nipple until she relaxed, her hand going around my head, her fingers in my hair.
“Does that feel good?” I asked.
“Yes,” she whispered.
I used my lips to pull the top of the bra away from her breasts, my tongue on her skin, reaching in, grazing across the top of her nipple, instantly hard, Emily so sensitive there. Her body pulled away from me, while at the same time she arched her back so that her breasts pushed into my face, wanting to slow down, wanting more.
I used my chin to force the bra aside and took her entire nipple into my mouth. Emily moaned and grabbed at my hair.
“Justin. . .”
“Don’t you like this?”
“I do, but. . .”
I knew what she was thinking, not here, not on the sofa, there were too many lights on, all of that. I had a wild thought. “Tell you what. I’ll slow down, but you have to think of an addition to our bucket list.” Maybe if she was in this excited state she would come up with something to do with sex.
“I can’t concentrate!”
“Just say the first thing that comes to your mind.” I stopped sucking on her and just planted small kisses on her breasts.
“Okay, I—I can’t think!”
I laughed. “I’m not doing anything!”
“Yes you are, you are—oh!”
I had simply flicked my tongue across her nipple. “So what will it take to get you in the right frame of mind for the bucket list? This,” I softly kissed her on her neck, “or this?” I curled my fingers under her bra and pulled it down, revealing one firm breast, my mouth finding her nipple, sucking.
“I can’t!”
“Choose,” I said, teasingly.
“No fair! I can’t concentrate with you doing either one!”
“Okay, I’ll make a choice then.” Instead of kissing or suckling, I reached around her back and deftly undid her bra strap. Emily’s hands automatically grabbed for it, then tried to hide her breasts, but I gently clasped her fingers, holding them at bay.
I pulled myself away to look at her. “You’re so pretty.”
“You’re just saying that,” she said, embarrassed.
“No, you know I think it’s true. I can’t believe how lucky I am to have you.” I kissed her. “Now, where were we? Oh, yes, the bucket list.”
“I can’t talk about that naked!”
“You’re far from naked. And too many excuses, you can’t concentrate when I’m kissing you, you can’t concentrate when I’m—you know what I mean. Maybe you need another shot.”
Emily looked at the shot glass. “One more, that’s it.”
“Okay.” With one hand I refilled her glass and waited for her to do the shot.
“Oh my gosh I’m getting used to it.” Emily smiled, proud of herself.
“See? We’re checking off a bucket list item. Now come on, think of something. Or—” I pretended to grab for her skirt. “Another piece of clothing comes off.”
Emily squealed. “Okay, okay!” She considered. “How about. . .we save up and go to Hawaii?”
I frowned. “So you’ve had a few drinks, you teased a bartender, you’re half naked with your husband who loves you and is incredibly turned on by you, and you’re thinking of a vacation?”
“I didn’t tease—”
I cut her off by reaching around her waist and grasping the zipper on her skirt. “New rules, if you can’t be more creative, off this comes!”
“No, Justin!” Emily playfully squirmed away, or tried to, she had no place to go in the corner of the couch.
“Then do better!”
“I don’t know what you want me to say! I can’t think of anything. Besides, it’s unfair, you still have all your clothes on.”
“That’s easily fixed.” I started to unbutton my shirt, then pulled Emily’s hands forward. “You do it.”
Emily hesitated, then gingerly reached out and undid my buttons. She’d never undressed me, either.
“Now see how easy it is for you to concentrate,” she said.
I loved her hands on me, even just my shirt, but I was having no problems thinking of a lot of things I’d like to have in the bucket list, all of them starting with getting naked. But even after a few drinks, I wasn’t sure Emily was ready for the type of activities I had in mind. I’d have to ease into things. “I can’t concentrate,” I joked.
Emily smirked and pulled my shirt from my slacks. “Funny.” She ran her hands gently along my chest.
“Don’t stop,” I prompted.
“I’ll tell you what,” she said. “You suggest something for the list, and maybe I won’t.”
I was
fighting to stay in control, I’d never wanted so much to just rip Emily’s clothes off and fuck her right there. But I’d never do that to her, she’d freak out. Sure, I wanted to have different kinds of sex with her, wilder, harder sex, but I loved her so much I would never do anything she really didn’t want to do. The problem was finding out what she would be willing to do without actually trying. “Let’s see, you want a trip to Hawaii, maybe I could get a new big screen tv?”
Emily looked up at me, shocked, then smiled when she realized I was teasing.
“Not so good when the shoe’s on the other foot, is it?” I said.
“So where does that leave us?”
I thought fast. Maybe. . . “How about this. Let’s both write down a few things and put them in a bowl. Whatever we pick out is what we do. But nothing like vacations or televisions.”
“What kind of things?”
I lifted her chin and kissed her, a sensual kiss, my tongue in her mouth, my hands back on her breasts. “Something to do with this,” I breathed.
Maybe it was the booze hitting her, maybe it was the mood we had set, but she kissed me back, not the way she would normally kiss me in the living room, but the way she would in the bedroom, in the midst of sex. It was as if she had fast forwarded.
“I can think of one thing we can do right now to get us jump started,” I suggested.
“What?”
“Sit up.”
Emily looked at me, unsure, but allowed me to guide her to a sitting position. I dropped back on my knees in front of the couch, kissing her thigh, then her calf, my mouth going down her leg, to her ankles, her pretty toes. I reached for her shoes, and slipped each of them on.
When I stood Emily looked a little confused. I took her by the hand and pulled her up, leading her around the couch to the other side. I turned her around so that she was facing away from me, my arms enveloping her waist, our bare skin touching.
“You are so sexy in that outfit,” I whispered in her ear. “You won’t believe how turned on I’ve been all night, just from looking at you.” I shifted my hips forward, my erection pushing against the skirt. The heels made her taller, but not enough, so I grabbed her hips and easily lifted her, positioning my cock firmly between her legs. “It turns me on so much I want to make love to you right here, just like this.”
“Justin, no. . .”
I shushed her with a kiss, pulling her head around, one hand hiking up the skirt, my other hand guiding her fingers to my cock. “I want you so much.”
“Justin. . .” Emily’s protestations were lost in my kiss, and now she was kissing me back, her fingers squeezing my cock.
God it felt so good. . .
The skirt was so tight I struggled to lift it up. I had to look down to see what I was doing, and when I did I was stunned. Emily was wearing stockings! And a garter! I’d never seen her in stockings, it was so out of character for her I’d never even considered it. My already hard cock was jumping. I frantically pulled her skirt up the rest of the way, not believing my eyes.
“Where did this come from?” How long had Emily been wearing stockings?
Emily tried to pull the skirt back down, squeezing her legs together.
“No, please,” I begged. “Just let me look at you.” I pried her hands away from the skirt and tucked it between her waist and the couch. “I just want to see.”
With my hand lingering on her back to hold her in place, I took a step away, marveling. I’d never seen anything so sexy, my shy, traditional wife, her slender ass, her slim thighs, her calves tight from the tall heels, the stockings making her look so out of character, almost slutty.
“Spread your legs,” I prompted.
To my great surprise she did, just the smallest amount, but that small movement drove me wild with desire, it was like she was inviting me in. There was only one thing that would make it better. . .
I quickly unbuckled my belt and slipped out of my pants. Positioning myself behind her, I let my cock rub up against the slit of her ass, sliding it down toward her pussy, protected only by her thin panties. The top of the stockings grazed my thighs. I never thought I could get so turned on by a piece of clothing.
I leaned over her, forcing her to bend at the waist, my hands on her breasts, my cock pressing into her. “Did you dress like this for me?”
“No, I—”
“Or maybe for the men at the bar?” I didn’t know why I said that, it just came out. God, Emily had been out all night with that short skirt and those stockings, I hadn’t even known, had any other men noticed? Had she crossed her legs, giving some stranger a glimpse? Another man seeing the secret that even her husband didn’t know?
The thought excited me beyond belief, Emily showing herself off out in public, some guy right now jerking off, thinking about her legs, her pussy.
“No, I—”
I didn’t want to hear it, I wanted her to say yes. I covered her mouth with mine, breathing into her, “It’s okay, I’m so glad you did. . .”
I pushed my hips forward and reached around her, grabbing my cock and pulling it up into her slit for more friction, then began to rock back and forth, my shaft running along her pussy. My thighs brushed against the straps on the garters, an incredible turn on, my cock rock hard, slipping across her silky panties.
I had never been inside Emily without a condom, that thin fabric the only barrier now between my cock and her opening. With my fingers I moved her panties aside, spreading her pussy lips, and our bare skin was touching, my shaft, her labia, her clit. Each time I moved I felt her open even more, and the flick of the edge of her panties rubbed my cock like gentle fingers.
“This is the kind of thing that should be on our bucket list,” I whispered in her ear, kissing her neck.
“Oh, Justin. . .”
I continued to spread her open with my fingers, shocked to find her already wet. Instead of touching her clit I pushed the tip of my cock up against her. Then I had a better idea. I took her arm off the couch where she was holding herself up and guided it to my cock. “Use me to rub yourself.”
Emily hesitated briefly, then slowly began pressing the head of my cock against her clit. I timed my movements to hers, pushing against her, letting my shaft trail against her clit, feeling her growing wetness.
I wished I could be watching this from across the room, my wife bent over, her legs spread in acceptance, wanting to be taken from behind. Watching myself as I took her.
Watching someone else take her.
The idea popped into my mind, bizarre, maybe prompted by my earlier thought of other men looking at her. Once in my head I couldn’t shake the image, it wasn’t myself I was watching, it was some other man, some stranger, Emily having dressed sexily to attract him, she’d spread her legs for him, she was going to let him fuck her.
I was so caught up in the fantasy I lost control of what I was doing and pulled back too far, my cock free of Emily, and when I thrust forward instead of slipping along her opening I slid inside her, she was so open, so wet. . .
In that instant I forget everything, the protection, where I was, who I was, I could only think about how good it felt, and I kept going, my cock sliding through her wetness farther into her tight pussy, that itself pulling me in, deeper, deeper, until I was buried all the way.
“Justin, Justin!”
I started to fuck her, her words not registering, just spurring me on, it had never felt so good being inside her, so wet and yet so tight, finally free of the condoms, god I’d missed this feeling, the utter closeness of it.
I finally registered Emily’s hand on my hip, pushing against me, half fending me off, her mind likely aware of me not wearing a condom, but her body fighting her. Sure enough, her hand slipped around the back of my thigh, pulling me in, her hips moving to meet my thrusts.
A hot shiver ran through me, I’d dreamed of fucking her like this, of her wanting to be fucked like this.
Bent over this way, she couldn’t see my face, she could be f
ucking anyone. I wished I could see the look on her face. Would her eyes be open in wild surprise at her own actions, or would they be fluttering in ecstasy, being taken in this new way?
I imagined myself in front of her, kissing her, seeing her tits rocking back and forth as she was being fucked from behind. . .
My fingers were running over her clit, pulling her wetness onto me. Emily moaned, the sound reigniting my shiver, turning it from cold to hot, pushing me closer to the edge. I fought to hold on, I wanted her to come. I knew I couldn’t come inside her, I shouldn’t, I wanted to so much. . .
I’d never make it, she’d never been able to come so quickly.
I slowed my strokes while simultaneously rubbing harder, trying to think of something else to keep from coming, to hold on, but the only thought that kept jumping into my head was watching Emily being fucked, that only made it worse, and now there wasn’t just one man, but two. I squeezed my eyes shut, no, yes!
My fingers were flying, my cock motionless, holding on, Emily’s clit hard, swollen in my fingers. I wanted so much to just bury myself in her, to shoot inside her pussy, it was taking all my self control to move only my fingers. Emily’s hand was still on my thigh, gripping, I wasn’t sure if she wanted to push me out or pull me in.
Her moans, louder, giving in to my fingers, breathless, could she be getting close? I used all my fingers now, pushing against her clit, catching it between my fingers and my cock. I felt her muscles contract around my shaft, she really was close, just a few seconds more. . .
Suddenly she exploded beneath me, writhing, her hips jerking, her pussy sucking on my cock. I lost whatever little control I had, ready to erupt. . .
With my last bit of willpower I pulled out, the hardest thing I’d ever done. My first spurt was so strong it shot all the way up her back, right over the bunched up skirt. Then I was covering her with my cum, her ass, her underwear, the stockings. Emily was still jerking wildly, I’d never seen her have such an orgasm, I wished I could see her face, know what she was thinking.
I was thrilled with the change in Emily, letting me do this, wanting it. Yet I wondered what had brought it on, it couldn’t have been just a few drinks.
As her throes subsided I watched as the last of my cum dropped onto the tops of her stockings, mixing with the lacy fabric.