by Lexi Hunt
Blake crawled into the other side and showed her how to use the paddle shifter. Chelsea backed smoothly out of the driveway, her entire body quivering at the thunderous sound of the exhaust. The shift points were marked in different colors on the tachometer, and she moved swiftly onto the main highway. As far as she could see in either direction, there was no traffic.
“Boot it in the ass!” Blake cried. She stepped on the accelerator and the little car took off like a rocket. She had never driven more than eighty five miles per hour in her life, and Blake insisted that she pay attention to the tach instead of the speedometer. Her nipples were hard and she was drenching the leather seat with her juices when she looked down at the speedometer instead of the tach. The car was handling as smooth as her mother’s did at thirty five…the speedometer read one sixty five. Her breath caught in her throat as she fought back an orgasm. According to the tach she still had two more gears! “Kick it babe, you’re doing great!” Blake crowed. Chelsea bore down on the gas pedal.
“Jesus Christ,” the lonely Florida State Trooper said to himself. The radar gun read one hundred ninety miles per hour. He sighed and put the gun down on the seat. There was no way he was ever going to catch that car. All the other troopers in South Florida were out of service working wrecks. This guy would either kill himself or get away with speeding…the trooper couldn’t even get a glimpse of the tag.
Long before she was ready to let off the gas, Chelsea had to turn off on the road to the lake house. She slowed down to one hundred forty or so on the isolated two lane road, and then down to a stately twenty five or so on the long and winding gravel drive. She parked the car on the concrete apron of the cottage and they got out of the car. “Wow!” was all she could say.
Blake led the way down to the dock in the deserted lake. He stripped off his pajama bottoms and slipped into the warm waist deep water. Holding up the champagne bottle, he offered her a drink and she took a swig from the bottle. “Come on in,” Blake teased her, “you can’t come to the lake without getting wet…”
Chelsea slipped into the water, and soon they were laughing and splashing and drinking from the bottle. Chelsea was not used to drinking, and she was already on a natural high from driving so fast and being nude in the outdoors. When Blake put his arm around her and gave her a quick kiss, it seemed the most natural thing in the world to her. When he tossed the empty bottle up on the dock, she was truly drunk. Blake turned and took her in his arms, kissing her for real. His hard cock pressed against her bare belly and without thinking, she pressed back against it, loving the slippery feel of it against her skin in the water.
Blake’s hand went to one small perfect breast and his mouth went to the other. With no notice whatsoever, Chelsea was aflame with wanting. It had never been so strong, and she had never felt more free and open. With a look of wicked delight, she reached down and took his hardness in her small hand.
“It’s so hard,” she said as she stared at the big cock in the bright light of the full moon. It was the biggest real penis she had ever seen, and she was flooded with the desire to feel it inside her, and damn the consequences. Chelsea wrapped her arms around his neck and lifted her knees to Blake’s shoulders. Her hips writhed as she sought to capture the tip of his erection, and after a few seconds she began to beg him. “Put it inside me Blake.”
Blake fought with his conscience for all of a half second before grabbing his prick and guiding it to the entrance to her slit. Chelsea moaned and began to push herself down on the rigid length of flesh. She had never been so filled with joy, or cock, in her life. Blake was the first man she had ever felt inside her, the other two had been teenage boys. It was then that Chelsea started to cum, over and over again. The orgasms were not all the same. There would be a small one, and then a series of small ones. Ever so often there would be a huge one, an orgasm that curled her toes and made her body go rigid…but they never stopped until Blake was too sore and tired to go on.
They managed to make it to the house before collapsing, Blake dragging the covers off the pretty king sized bed and falling onto the bare sheets, and Chelsea falling half across him. In seconds, they were fast asleep.
Chelsea was awakened by two things. The first was the insistent ringing of the bedroom phone, the second was Blake’s enormous morning erection bumping against her nose. The realization of where she was struck her instantly, and the caller I.D. had ‘Stevens’ and Blake’s home phone number on it. Nonplussed, and totally unsure of what to do in the weird circumstances she found herself in, she shoved at Blake and made him answer the phone.
Chelsea only half listened to the cheerful conversation, and then she grabbed the hard cock in front of her to keep it from bumping against her face.
“Who, Chelsea?” she heard Blake say, “No, she’s fine,” he said, listening for a moment. “No,” he laughed, “I told her I’d let her drive the Ferrari if she’d do it nude and damned if she didn’t!” She could hear Meg laughing over the line. “No,” Blake said, “She’s got her hand full of my cock right now, but I think she’s not sure what to do with it.” He laughed, listened to his wife for a minute, and then handed the handset to Chelsea. “She wants to talk to you a minute.”
Chelsea stared at the handset, aghast. She had fucked the husband of a woman who had befriended her, who had been her employer for a couple of years, a woman who had always been there for her…Chelsea had no idea what to say.
Meg must have heard her breathing over the line. “Are you all right Chelsea? Blake wasn’t too rough was he?”
“No,” Chelsea said, confused, “He was just fine…Meg, I’m so sorry, I didn’t meant to…”
Meg cut her off. “Chelsea dear, you don’t have anything to feel sorry for…Oh god, you weren’t a virgin were you?”
“No, I…”
“Oh thank god,” Meg said, “I would have felt so bad if he had hurt you…”
Chelsea stared at the phone in disbelief.
“Listen baby,” Meg said, “I’m coming out in a little bit and I’ll bring your clothes…and I’ll call your folks and tell them you’re coming out to the lake with us today. I’ll take care of everything, honest. From the sound of you, I think it’s time we had a little girl talk.”
Chelsea was feeling a great deal better. “Oh, one more thing?” Meg asked. “If you still have my husband’s beautiful cock in your hand, give it a good morning kiss for me.” Chelsea hung up the phone. Then she turned her head and gave Blake’s cock a big wet kiss on the tip of his glans…and then she slowly took him into her mouth.
SECRET PLEASURE
SYNOPSIS:
Faye Townsend hadn’t an inkling that her sudden voyeuristic fantasy would change her sex life forever. She derived a great deal of satisfaction from watching her husband with the babysitter; it altered her sexual identity and guaranteed her and her husband a lifetime of variety and excitement given to few…just a simple secret pleasure…
Faye Townsend lay in her bed, her old terry cloth robe open as she masturbated, her mind filled with stark images of her husband Keith naked and fucking their babysitter Gabrielle. Gabby had been sitting for them for the last two years and it had become increasingly obvious to Faye that the girl was infatuated with Faye’s husband. In the last few months, Faye had become obsessed with the fantasy of watching the two of them have sex.
The obstacles facing Faye were enormous. How could she get Keith to fuck the girl without giving him carte blanche to cheat on her? If she did get them together, how could she watch them without the two knowing about it? She was in a quandary and it was driving her crazy.
The second problem was resolved before the first one, by Faye’s eight year old son. Little Bobby had come to his mother to ask for money, and Faye had asked him what he wanted it for. Bobby had eagerly pulled up a website that offered high resolution micro wireless webcams for an amazing low price. Asking Bobby why he wanted them resulted in a serious blush on his part, and a rapid retreat to his bedroom. Faye let
the subject go and went back to her housework…until just before bed that night when the idea struck her full force. Glancing over at the sleeping Keith, she hurried downstairs and turned on the PC in the study. A quick check of the browser history took her straight to the website, and within minutes she had ordered a dozen of them. The site specified four to six weeks for delivery, so she immediately set about implementing a plan to induce her husband and the sitter to indulge in some ‘secret pleasure.’
It wasn’t as hard as she had imagined. Faye had long ago set up a password protected account on the PC for Gabby’s use…leaving a backdoor entry to the account so that she could keep an eye on what Gabby was doing while the kids were asleep. She also loved to take digital videos and photos of Keith when they were playing at night. It was easy enough to put a folder marked ‘Private’ on Gabby’s Desktop. The next time Gabby sat for them, she was surprised to find nude video’s of Keith jacking off and individual photos of Keith’s rather impressive cock. Over the next few weeks, Faye noted that the folder had been opened every time Gabby came over, and Gabby seemed to be paying an inordinate amount of attention to the front of Keith’s trousers. It was almost too easy.
The next step in Faye’s plan was to get them to spend some time alone together, which was a little harder…but she also began to seed the idea that Gabby had the hots for Keith’s body without being so obvious that her husband caught on to her plan. She also began to drop subtle hints that Keith was horny for Gabby to the girl, and she began to make Keith drive her home after her sitting jobs.
The first clue she had that everything was going as planned was when she called and let them know she would be an hour late coming home from work, but for Keith to plan on going out as soon as she got home. She made a lot of noise getting out of her car and putting the key in the door so they would have plenty of warning. When she got inside, Keith was sitting in his recliner, his face very red, and Gabby was seated on the sofa across from him, her own face blushing fiercely. Faye noticed with no small satisfaction that the diminutive blonde babysitter’s blouse was buttoned haphazardly and she had missed a couple of buttonholes.
The cameras finally showed up, and Faye set them up in the living room, the laundry room, the bedroom, and on the pool deck. She even set two up at different angles in Keith’s car, and hid a small laptop in his trunk to record the signals.
Everything was in place! Faye quickly set them up again, finding an excuse to leave them alone for an hour or so before her night out with Keith. That night, when Keith took Gabby home for the night, Faye literally ran to the study and opened the hidden folder on her desk that contained the resultant recordings for the numbered cameras.
The cams were set to activate on motion, and the first few had no activity. She got a hit on the living room cam, and Faye put on the headset and turned the sound up. “She’s going to be an hour late,” Keith said to a bright eyed Gabby.
Gabby’s face lit up and she immediately lifted her tee shirt over her head, exposing small but shapely breasts and a hard belly. She bent to take off her baggy shorts, revealing a skimpy pair of see through panties barely large enough to be worthy of the name. Gabby walked seductively towards Keith, whose button up shirt was wide open. Grabbing his belt buckle, Gabby tugged his pants to his knees and immediately began to gobble his large cock.
Faye’s insides fluttered as she watched the pretty teenager’s lips part and slide around Keith’s helmet shaped glans. She seemed to know what she was doing, as she tightened her lips and used them to masturbate the swollen tip. When Keith’s hands slipped to Gabby’s breasts, Faye was forced to touch her own pussy because her own desire was fanned by the passion she saw on the high resolution monitor. She watched in obsessed fascination as Gabby put her hands on Keith’s ass cheeks and pulled his cock deep into her throat. When her nose was pressed against his pelvic bone, she began to twist her head. Keith’s knees buckled and he sank back into the chair. Faye clicked her mouse and enlarged the picture from the camera on the lamp by the recliner, and she was rewarded with a close up of Gabby’s blissful face as Keith’s cock slid in and out of her lush lips. Just as Faye was about to slip another finger into her own slit, Keith erupted in Gabby’s mouth, and thick white sperm escaped the girl’s lips. Gabby just pressed her head harder onto the erupting cock. Faye could see her throat muscles as she gulped the fluid down.
Keith wasted no time, lifting Gabby up and switching their positions. Gabby leaned back in the recliner and spread her legs, hanging them over the arms of the recliner and opening the petals of her pretty pink slit. Her slim fingers spread the lips of her pussy so that Keith could get at her clit. The high resolution camera picked up awesome detail, and Faye could make out the ridges on Keith’s tongue as it flicked out and slithered over and around the hard nubbin. Gabby shivered with delight, and Faye could actually make out the chill bumps on the soft skin of Gabby’s lower belly. It was clear that she shaved her pubic hair, and the area was as smooth as a baby’s skin. “Oh fuck,” Gabby gasped, “lick my pussy Keith!” Her hips rose and fell as if she was fucking an invisible cock, and Keith’s wet tongue continued to flick at her clit. When Gabby stiffened and raised her hips to Keith’s face, Faye could actually see his tongue slip deep into her slit…it was so clear and plain, and the action so familiar that Faye could almost feel it, and she came as she watched Gabby cum on the graphic video.
Faye showered and changed into her trusty old terry cloth robe and waited for Keith to arrive. He looked slightly embarrassed as he came in, and he hurried straight to the showers before even kissing her…and she was pretty sure she knew why. Once he’d closed the bathroom door, Faye raced downstairs to the driveway and recovered the video from the latop with a small flashdrive and rushed back into the house. When she checked in the bedroom, Keith was already in bed and pretending to be asleep. Faye crept from the room and headed downstairs to the study.
As she sat down at the PC, she was fully aware that Keith was probably feeling guilty and beating himself up for fucking the babysitter. She was perfectly willing to allow him to do that to himself, for a while anyway…after all, he had fucked somebody else and he hadn’t discussed it with her first. Faye sighed contentedly and inserted the flash drive into her PC.
The cameras worked very well in the dim light of the dashboard. When the car started, little Gabby had put her hand in his lap and felt around for his cock. Before the first three minutes were up, Gabby had Keith’s cock deep in her throat. From the businesslike look on the girl’s face, Faye could tell Gabby had a definite purpose in mind. Before very long, Keith pulled over and collapsed the steering wheel. He lifted Gabby up on his lap and she tore her clothes off.
“Gabby,” Faye heard Keith gasp, “what if somebody comes along the street?”
“I don’t care Keith, I want to feel you up against my skin.” She ripped at his shirt, lifting it over his head and pressing her breasts against his chest. Gabby’s breathing started coming harshly as she bounced on his lap…and Faye unconsciously matched the rhythm of Gabby’s breathing as she masturbated to the video, her voyeuristic pleasure much more intimate than if she had been watching strangers. Faye’s realization of the perversity of what she was doing somehow heightened her pleasure, and Faye came when Gabby did. It was the creamy cum escaping around Keith’s swollen cock that finally set her own orgasm off.
Over the next few weeks Faye lingered over the videos she managed to catch on the strategically placed cams, watching her husband and the babysitter in the car, the living room and the laundry room. In every case, Gabby was taking charge, directing Keith to do what she wanted him to do…and Keith was responding to her orders with a fervor that had been missing in the sex between Faye and her husband over the last few years. Faye noticed the difference in Keith’s response, and began to go over all of the recordings she had collected. Faye had compiled all the videos on one re-writeable disc and wiped all remnants of them on her hard drive and the drive of the laptop in Keit
h’s car. Gabby’s unwitting dominance of Keith in the videos was apparent after her third or fourth run through of the compiled videos, and Faye mentally chastised herself for missing the submissive signs in her own husband. She would have to be careful in introducing this new element into their sex life…she did not want to reveal the secret pleasure she had taken in Keith’s infidelity or its source.
“No,” Faye said, rolling him over onto his back and pinioning his arms above his head. Holding his arms above his head left her nipples hanging tantalizingly above his open mouth. As she rotated her hips she could control the pressure against her clit and the speed of the rotation. Faye found that there was a great deal of pleasure in controlling the pace of sex, and the intensity of the experience. She had always enjoyed sex with Keith, but this was something powerfully different…it was addictive.
Keith moaned as she ground slowly on him, prolonging the sweet agony of the pleasure for both of them. She lowered one nipple into his mouth as she hung on the edge of her orgasm. “Bite it!” she commanded. Keith did as she told him to and she felt the surge of ecstasy all the way from her scalp to her toenails. “Harder!” she hissed at him. Keith bit down harder, at the same time he increased the suction on the rigid nipple in his mouth and Faye astounded him by exploding into a frenzied orgasm that gathered him in and spit him out. He stared at Faye, amazed and overjoyed with the change in her.