Naughty Bedtime Stories: Second Chances

by Aurelia Fray

  “I heard you like to be licked. Is this true?” The voice was feminine, low, and sultry. Her tone sent me reeling into a past where we were once inseparable.

  I tried to turn so I could see her face but her hands gripped on to my arms from behind. Looking down, I saw her champagne colored nails. A definite contrast against the ivory of my skin. Images assaulted my mind of those same lightly, olive toned fingers running the length of my body. The memory of them pushing in between the swollen lips of my pussy had my breath coming in shallow pants.

  A sudden surge of insecurities reared their ugly head for a second. What if I'm not enough for her? My body has changed so much.

  It had been years since my head was in between the thighs of this woman. Twelve years to be exact. What if I forgot how to be with a woman?

  The night before I became Mrs. Crista Marie Cota was the last. My best friend and maid of honor, Jillian, decided we should get drunk and fuck until the sun came up. She said I owed it to her for making her wear such a hideous dress.

  Like Jillian would look awful in anything. She was a head shorter than my five-eight. With a come-fuck-me, hazel gaze and curves, she didn't have to try hard to convince me. To this day I could close my eyes and picture Jilly while Aaron had his mouth on me. He would suck and lick at the sweet cream of my arousal and I would bite my inner cheek to stop myself from calling out her name.

  Jillian was a rockstar at giving face. Her tongue and fingers were magical. We played with each other off and on from high school through college and up until that last night together.

  We had had an ‘in the meantime’ relationship. We fucked while in between boyfriends or just to scratch an itch when we were first learning about our sexuality. It had truly grown into an odd arrangement but it worked for us. We loved each other as friends and lovers but we both knew we needed more.

  I ended up being the first to get married and I walked down the aisle with her scent still in my nose. I was almost scared to kiss my husband for fear that he might taste Jillian’s juices on my lips.

  Tonight was our anniversary and I wanted to give Aaron something he fantasized about. Aaron and I were both open with our sexuality. I even told him about Jillian. Not about the night before the wedding. That night was mine and I wasn't sharing that memory. Since then he salivated for a taste of what it would be like.

  I still saw Jillian a few times a month and for family gatherings. She was married with two children of her own. Whenever we were all together my husband would wink at me like some horny teenager. It was both incredibly annoying and incredibly sexy. I, on the other hand, would have to check myself from looking at her longingly. My fingers would vibrate at the ghosted memory of what her flesh felt like against them. The way her body shuddered under my tongue made me clench my thighs.

  “Are you sure you want to do this, Jilly? I don't want to be the cause of any problems between you and Marshal.” I asked, giving her an out if she needed it.

  “Crissy Cat,” her voice was a little exasperated, I’m sure from the numerous times in the last week that I gave her the option to bail. “We have a deal. I come spend an evening with you and Aaron and you come with me and Marshal.”

  “I want to look at you Jilly. Let me look at you.” I pleaded. I wanted to see her face. I needed the reassurance that she was really here. That I was going to touch her again after so long. She released my arms, her fingers glided over my skin causing goosebumps that I knew she could feel. I turned in my seat to look at her. The height of the bar stool put me at eye level with her.

  Jilly wore her glossy, chestnut-colored hair down. Only mascara lengthened her eye lashes. Her natural beauty far out shined any need for heavy makeup. My hand snuck back up to twirl around the strands of my hair again.

  “Crissy why are you so nervous? I can see it in your beautiful chocolate eyes.”

  “I…just…I'm ready,” I stuttered over my words, all because she called my eyes beautiful. I needed to get a grip.

  “Let's go then," she said gently.

  I grabbed my purse and we both walked out of the bar. Luckily for me the bar was inside of the hotel we decided to stay in for the night. I might have chickened out had we needed to drive back to my house.

  My stomach churned from anxiety. I wasn't scared about being with both Jilly and Aaron together. I feared that my feelings for her would be exposed. Laid bare before both of them in the way I looked at and touched her.

  Waiting in front of the elevator I stared at the marble under my feet. My eyes followed the black veining of the tile as if it were the most interesting piece of news to hit main-stream media. The elevator dinged and we moved to get on. Elevators always made me nervous.

  Stepping on to the floor of the damn death box, I felt a dip in my stomach. I gripped the side bar and heard Jillian giggle.

  I looked up at her in mock irritation as the elevator's door closed. Instead of the usual eye roll she would dish out, she moved closer to me.

  “I want you Crissy. I've missed your taste.” Her voice was a whisper but in the quiet of the small space it felt magnified. Vibrating every nerve ending inside my body I held on to the hand-rail for support. My skin goose bumped and my nipples beaded.

  Jilly stood so close, heat radiated off her in seductive waves. I wanted to rub my body against her like a purring kitten. Thoughts of relishing in the give of her soft curves had my thighs clenching together. The need to throw her down on the floor and fuck her was potent. I yanked myself back from the thought as I remembered that this was going to be an experience I was sharing with Aaron as well.

  Our hands brushed up against each other with the lurch in the elevator as it began its ascent. My breath caught in the back of my throat. I looked down at her and found her face was already looking toward me. Her eyes were searching mine. It reminded me of the first time we ever touched. The budding arousal of youth made just the graze of her hand against any part of me a sensual delight. At the time I didn't have the reference of mind to understand. I did now though and it was delicious.

  “Jilly—” I said breathless, but she cut me off before I could finish what I was about to say.

  “Shh, Crissy.” We both leaned toward each other. The space between my lips and hers was just a hair’s width apart. Her breath was warm against my lips. That small sliver of space was filled with so much anticipation and memories that I whimpered. I was so weak with need, I was afraid my knees would give and I would have to be carted out on a stretcher.

  The elevator came to a stop rocking me away from her. I wanted to curse the timing. The doors opened and I pulled her along with me. I turned my head so I could look at her one more time. Her eyes were full of hunger.

  I let go of her hand and fished the room’s keycard out of my bag. Slipping it into the door I watched as the little indicator light clicked green. I took a deep breath and pushed the door open. Aaron sat in the chair he stationed on the side of the bed. The lighting was dimmed and I couldn't clearly see Aaron’s expression.

  He watched me enter and instead of getting up and walking over to greet us he remained seated. I heard the clink of ice. I gazed at his silhouette as he brought a glass to his lips. We discussed beforehand what he wanted from this. He wanted to watch until he couldn't help but touch.

  Well my man wants a show. I will give it to him.

  I set my purse down on the floor where I stood. Turning to face Jilly I pushed her hard up against the wall just as she closed the door behind her. Every emotion I had pent up inside of me surely smoldered in my gaze.

  Jilly looked up at me through heavy lidded eyes. My hand moved up to her neck lightly and I could feel her pulse thud against the tips of my fingers. The blood pounded hard and fast. I smirked remembering how much she enjoyed my rough play. So I squeezed until her heartbeat had become erratic under my fingers.

  Aaron was a very dominant lover and I luxuriated in submitting to him but there was just something about Jilly that made me demand her compliance.
I craved her submission. The word “mine” repeatedly pounded in my head with every beat of her pulse against my hand.

  Jilly gasped for what little air my hand allowed her to take in. Her lips were just slightly parted and I wanted to slam my mouth against hers. Her eyes slipped shut as she seemed to savor the feeling. Slowly my lips descended on hers. With the first touch I shivered. It was like coming home from a long trip, warm and welcomed.

  The soft give of her pouty, pink mouth was delicious. I sunk my teeth into her lush bottom lip and she moaned against me. The deep sound traveled in a flash to my core. My sex soaked wet from her reaction. If not for my panties, my thighs would have been sticky with my arousal.

  I wound my hands into her hair and pulled her head back sharply. Her lips parted wider on a groan and I slipped my tongue inside. She tasted of her favorite fruity gum. The same one she used to chew before we would fuck when we were younger.

  I twined my tongue around hers deeply. Taking, owning, dominating her mouth was my mission. Her hands found my hips and she squeezed. I sucked on her bottom lip playfully and pulled away. Looking down, I watched her open, lust-glazed eyes and I was ready to make her mine again for one more night.

  We moved to stand at the end of the bed. Slowly I descended to my knees. Lucky for me she had worn a dress too. The fabric hugged all her luscious curves and I relished pushing it up her open thighs.

  Jesus help me! I saw she wore no panties. She had a lovely trimmed thatch of hair. I leaned my face into her and inhaled her musky scent. Her thighs trembled and I smiled. I raised my body from the ground. Pulling her dress up along the way my nails skimmed across her skin. I was so thankful for my height when I pulled the material off her with no hassle. I tossed the dress to the side, purposely making it land where I knew Aaron sat. He groaned letting me know how much he enjoyed watching.

  The thought of his hand running the length of his cock, up and down while he watched me undress another woman emboldened me. I pushed Jilly back until she settled on to the bed. Her legs spread for me automatically.

  In the little lighting we had I could see her sex glisten. My mouth watered for her taste on my tongue. My eyes went on a heated journey from her rounded hips to her full breasts, tipped with pretty raspberry colored nipples.

  “You look hungry, Cris.” Her voice was sultry and shot straight to my core.

  “You’re perfect, Jilly. I can’t wait to have your taste in my mouth again.” I watched as she writhed at my softly spoken words and my clit throbbed in need.

  I moved, ready to crawl over her body and take one of those beaded peaks into my mouth when Aaron grabbed me from behind. His grip was firm and unrelenting and I had to swallow back an unexpected moan as I felt his warm flesh against my body. When in the heck did he get undressed?

  “My sweet Crista,” Aaron's deep masculine voice rolled over his tongue. “Jillian and I have a plan of our own.” He whispered into my ear. The hair on the back of my neck stood and goose-bumps, once again, covered my arms. His length pressed into the small of my back and I panted. What, in all that's holy, is going on?

  Aaron pinned my arms behind my back and I tried to wiggle to test his hold on me. He bit into the lower lobe of my ear as warning. “Be good.” He whispered, his deep baritone voice making me shiver.”

  Jilly smiled and raised herself up slowly until she was in a seated position. Aaron leaned me forward and Jilly's arms wrapped around my body. Her fingers searched out the closures of my dress. I could feel the snick of the teeth on the zipper as she pulled the toggle down. Her movements were calculated. Her face was just inches away but I couldn't reach it with Aaron's hold on me.

  The dress fell away from my body, gaining my full attention from the questions that raced in my head. A pile of black silk pooled around my feet. Jilly's hands were warm against my skin as she unclasped the back of my black strapless bra. She didn't seem impressed by my choice in lingerie. But when it came off and the creamy flesh of my breasts were exposed I saw the fire in her gaze. Her hands massaged roughly, pulling one breast toward her mouth. Heat enveloped the whole of my nipple and areola.

  “That feels so good, Jilly.” I whimpered as she sucked harder.

  The hard thick length of my husband’s cock was hot against my flesh. I moaned at the thought of him plunging himself into me while Jilly touched me. When did they talk about this? How did I not know? It's not like either of them were any good at keeping a secret from me.

  "Fuck, Jilly." I moaned. The twin sensation of pleasure and pain as she twined her tongue around the pearled peak and then sunk her teeth was delightful.

  "Do you like that, baby?" Aaron asked, "Does her mouth feel good on you? I bet it does but I think I need to find out for myself." His teeth nipped at my neck while he subtly rocked his cock against me. Aaron's hand moved to my core. I felt him slide over the slight curve of my belly to the mound of my sex, his hand leaving a trail of fire against my skin.

  I groaned as his fingers met with the silky hot juices he brought forth from me. His masculine fingers slipped through the lips of my pussy, circling my clit while Jilly licked and nibbled on both breasts.

  "Oh god, yes!" I cried out.

  Jilly's hands spread my pussy apart while Aaron played with my swollen and exposed clit. I could feel my arousal as it slipped from me. I was self-conscious for a second until her tongue followed the path from which it dripped, back up to my center.

  "Jilly please don’t stop." I pleaded. My body shuddered as she lapped at my pussy. Her tongue grazed the opening of my sex. Aaron’s mouth was a constant sensation as his facial hair skimmed across the too sensitive skin of my shoulder and neck.

  "You taste so good Cris, just like I remembered. Aaron you are so lucky.” Jilly spoke low and directly into my pussy. I could feel her words vibrate between each warm, slick, slide of her tongue.

  "I know Jillian. Why don't you share with me? Dip your fingers into her cunt and bring them to my mouth."

  "As you wish." Jilly purred and I felt my knees go weak as two fingers pushed home. My pussy squeezed tight around her fingers as it clenched in need. It made her fingers feel full inside of me. In and out she stroked. Warmth spread from my groin into my belly and legs. Jilly removed her fingers and stood leaning her body into mine. Her soft flesh pushed seductively against mine.

  "Taste, Aaron." She demanded of him. I kept my eyes locked on hers while the sound of my husband licking and sucking juices off Jilly's hand played an erotic tune in my ear.

  "Please!" I whimpered, desperate for them to just take me already. Stop dragging it out. I wanted it and I wanted it now. I was not a patient woman.

  "Not yet, Cris. I want to feel your mouth on my dick." He let me go and I dropped to my knees. Jilly and I were positioned on either side of his cock. I kept my eyes locked on hers even as I began to lower my mouth to the side of Aaron’s hardened shaft.

  Our tongues traced over the thick veins down his dick, each alternating our path up and down the length. I took Aaron’s cock in my hand and licked and nibbled around the head and Jilly joined me in this sinful kiss. Our tongues met. Our hands pumped. Aaron thrusted his hips. I broke eye contact with Jilly and looked up at my husband. He was amazing with his head tilted back, the veins in his neck straining.

  His hand wound in my hair and he pulled my head away. Leaning down his lips slanted over mine. His mouth tasted of mint and whiskey. He had a few days worth of stubble and I felt it brush roughly against my skin as he intensified the kiss.

  “Oh Cris…Jilly’s mouth. It. Feels. So good.” Aaron moaned into my mouth before he pulled away. I looked back at his cock and saw Jilly's lips had wrapped around the crown of his shaft. Her cheeks hollowing as she sucked.

  Aaron’s hand tightened in my hair as Jilly increased her speed. She pulled away from him with a pop and I descended on his cock where she left off. I could taste Aaron’s salty pre-come. He was delicious.

  Jilly's hand crept up my thigh while Aaron’s cock was
in my mouth. Her fingers pushed between my swollen folds. I gasped and Aaron pushed his dick further in between my lips and I gagged but kept pace. Saliva dripped with each thrust of his cock, leaking onto my breasts.

  “That’s right, Cris. Suck your husband’s cock. Take it deep.” Jilly’s commanding voice had me working Aaron’s shaft even harder. My hand moved up and down the length in tandem with my mouth.

  Aaron pulled me away from his cock by my hair, his grip at the nape of my neck lifted me into a standing position. “I love you baby.” He growled against my lips before crushing his mouth against mine.

  I felt the loss of Jilly's fingers as they slipped from my pussy. The arousal she was working from my core dripped down my thigh as Aaron pushed me away from him and down onto the bed.

  Jilly straddled over my face. She looked down at me, her hazel eyes crashing with a wave of emotions into mine. In that moment I knew she felt the same way. She had been holding herself back just like I had been.

  How the hell was I supposed to go back to the way things were after this? Will we have to avoid each other? Would our lives become awkward?

  All thoughts drifted as I looked at her sex deliciously drenched for me. Suddenly I was so very ravenous to have her flavor on my tongue. I spread the lips of her pussy open and took a long swipe from the dip of her core to her clit. I collected her juice and savored the slide of it down my throat. She was sweet like honeydew with the tiniest tang. I inhaled deeply wanting to keep this new memory of her taste with me.

  “Oh Crissy your tongue feels so good.” Jilly groaned as she settled on my face, rocking herself from my nose to my chin. The drag of her pussy against my skin was so fucking hot. I gripped her ass tighter to move her more quickly. My tongue slipped inside of her and she pushed down harder. I teased her dripping cunt flicking my tongue inside her sex, “Oh fuck, Cris yes.” Jilly’s moans were so sexy.

  She pulled herself away from my mouth, “Come back here.” I whimpered, my hands trying to pull her back to my mouth