‘Shall I suck it, Shaggy?’
I looked up to find Lilliana on her knees in front of my Gerry. Her back was done up too, though her long dark hair concealed much of the dragon streaking across it. The blue, green, and purple monster crossed one cheek and the other thigh before wrapping around her calf.
Meeting my boyfriend’s beseeching gaze, I nodded until he nodded too. ‘Yes,’ I mouthed.
‘Yes,’ Gerry said, looking down into Lilliana’s face. His hard cock rested on her lips. She seemed so worshipful there between his legs. ‘Please do.’
My chest filled with warmth as I watched Lilliana’s mouth open to receive him. Pressing him back against the mirrored door, she plunged her face against his pelvis. A pleasured moan rippled from her throat, echoing through my Ger.
‘Oh, Shaggy!’ she cooed, her speech garbled by his cock. ‘You’re getting huge in my mouth.’
Gerry and I released an undulating breath together, though we were half a room apart. It was in that moment, as Lilliana sucked my boyfriend’s cock and Vijee’s stroking closed in on the heat between my legs, that I fully understood the dragon tattoo. I understood how it could be one thing shared by two people. I understood how Lilliana could live with her Master and Mistress and Vijee could live with her husband and children, and yet this couple was always together. Desire flooded my veins. I wanted to be that dragon. I wanted to be that force of love that enveloped those two and stayed with them even when they were apart.
That’s when I kissed her.
Vijee seemed stunned when I let her up for air. She obviously hadn’t expected me to pounce. She didn’t anticipate I would press her shoulders down against the mattress and straddle her, fully clothed. I knew she was used to being in control. With Lilliana, she was the boss in the bedroom. With me? Well, she’d just had to take it as it came.
I tore off my top and tossed it on the floor. The bra went too. ‘Take off my slacks!’ I said with all the urgency beating in my body. I slid my back down on the mattress, letting my legs hang off the side while Vijee scrambled out from under me. Our quick fingers touched and tapped as we struggled to get me out of my clothes. When I was naked, she jumped on me and kissed my mouth. Though thoroughly winded, I kissed her as well, feeling the sides of her warm breasts as they pressed against mine. I could hear Lilliana sucking and slurping at my boyfriend’s cock. Those sloppy wet noises combined with Vijee’s as she descended my body to lick my pert nipples.
The dark pink of Vijee’s tongue looked so gorgeous against the dark brown of my tits that the image sent a wave of electric heat straight to my clit. I didn’t want her to stop. My pussy was gagging for it and I couldn’t deny her the pleasure.
‘Lick me!’ I cried, pressing rudely on Vijee’s head. ‘Please, oh please, I need it!’
‘Lick her!’ I heard from behind Vijee’s shoulder. It was Gerry, of course, encouraging Vijee as I’d encouraged Lilliana. My belly felt warm at the sound of his voice, and I raised the soles of my feet up to the mattress and pressed harder on Vijee’s head. When she snaked off the bed and I noticed Gerry and Lilliana behind her, I smiled so widely I thought my cheeks would break.
‘My lover,’ I whispered. I didn’t know what else to say, but it didn’t matter. He knew.
When Vijee’s tongue met the juicy folds of my pussy, I just about died. Gerry went down on me every so often, but I always suspected it would be different with a woman. It was. She didn’t attack me like he did, in aggressive stabs and strikes. Vijee licked me slowly and sensually with her mouth’s pink velvet. Up and down her strides seduced me while Lilliana moved with force, back and forth, on Gerry.
Nothing in the world had ever felt this good, or made me feel so marvellously alive. Once she’d warmed me up, Vijee wrapped her arms around my ass and went at my clit hard and fast. She knew what she was doing, this one. She knew to caress and then strike. She licked my clit so deliberately and in such quick repetitions that I nearly lost my mind. My eyes shut tight as I forced my crotch against her face and locked her there with my thighs. Perhaps it was overkill to hold her head against my pussy with my hands, but I did that too.
I bucked my hips, pushing my bush against her face, not caring if she felt uncomfortable or even humiliated. I suspected, from the cries she issued as she sucked my clit, that she was enjoying this every bit as much as I was. Thrusting myself against her face, I screamed through orgasm after orgasm. Our poor neighbours! I reached for a pillow and pressed it to my face to keep the volume down.
How long did we spend gripped in that wicked embrace? I came again and again, begging Vijee to stop, but this is where she exerted her force. She held my thighs and sent me over the edge a million times – at least, it felt that way.
‘He’s going to come!’ Lilliana cried so loudly I heard her through the pillow covering my head.
Suddenly, Vijee was gone, giving me the reprieve I’d begged for. My clit was so sensitive I thought I’d die if it so much as brushed a feather. I tossed the suffocating pillow off my head and looked up to see Gerry standing erect in more ways than one. He was much closer to the bed than he’d previously been, and Lilliana was crouched beneath him, jerking him off while she sucked his balls.
Vijee traced her fingernails the length of my thigh, which tickled me in my state of sensation overload. ‘Make Shaggy come on his woman,’ Vijee instructed. ‘Make him shoot cream all over those lovely wet pussy lips.’
I watched in amazement as Lilliana’s hand flew against Gerry’s hard cock. I didn’t know how she could have aimed in that position, but when Ger tossed his head back and howled, his come flew across the room to land hot against my bush. As Ger’s warm cream kissed my throbbing pussy lips, Vijee squeezed my nipples and I burst with yet another fine orgasm.
Vijee and Lilliana didn’t stay long after that. They probably wanted some “alone time” together – I imagine they never got as much as they’d like. I wondered where they went together if they both lived with other people. How did they secure time alone? Hotels? I wondered, but I didn’t ask.
Their departure was a bit of a haze to me. I remember them planning a photo shoot with Ger as the dragon disappeared behind layers of clothing. It was so like a dream. I couldn’t quite believe any of it had actually happened. We’d gone to bed with pansexual polyamorous BDSM enthusiasts, and they were set to return so my boyfriend could take photographs of their dragon tattoo. In two weeks’ time, Vijee and Lilliana would be naked in our flat again. I was counting down the seconds.
Intrigued
by Sommer Marsden
There are specific rules to things like this. So we figured that out right away. My Daniel had lusted after Dana for ages. Andrew and I had a thing if you counted sexual tension you could cut with a plastic picnic knife. But none of us ever acted on it. We were friends, after all. And why would you fuck up a good thing?
When you’re a married couple, it’s hard to find another couple you really resonate with. Where everyone gets along, and no one irritates anyone else.
Daniel and I had found that magical couple in Andrew and Dana McCleary. But then there were the sparks, sparks that went beyond things in common and playing cards with a bottle of wine on a Friday night.
I had noticed it immediately. The way my husband sort of blushed when Dana McCleary walked in. The way he poured on the charm when we played Poker. The way he learned to make her rum and cola just so. And I also noticed Andrew’s eyes on me. How he always filled my wine when he filled his. How he touched my hand when handing me the paper for charades. How he touched my lower back when he held the door for me at our latest restaurant and I walked past.
So it was one drunken fall night around a fire pit in the backyard that Dana, of all people, brought it up.
‘So what would you think if we traded off for a night?’ she’d said as if she were offering to share a particularly coveted recipe.
‘I … um … what?’ I was never good at being straight forward and blunt, so I simpl
y lost all words the moment she said it.
‘Andrew has a little thing for you, Eileen. I mean you have the long dark hair and the big green eyes and the gams.’ Her eyes shot to my legs and her husband chuckled softly.
I felt myself blush a little in the darkness. ‘Thanks?’
Daniel’s hand had crept high on my thigh as we listened. I could tell by the way he squeezed ever so gently that this talk – whether it went anywhere or not – excited him.
‘And I have noticed a certain handsome Daniel Gunn eyeing me up from time to time.’
I snorted and then covered my face. ‘Understatement.’
Maybe it was the wine or our long term friendship, but for whatever reason I wasn’t angry or offended or even scared. I was intrigued.
‘And how would we go about this?’ I asked. I reached for the wine but Andrew snagged it and motioned for me to hold my glass up. I couldn’t see the hazel of his eyes in the firelight, but his whole face was lit with a devilish glow and when he smiled at me my stomach flexed and my pussy went wet.
What would it be like to fuck him, I wondered. And how would I feel if I knew that while I was with him, my husband was fucking pretty, trim, red-headed Dana?
‘We think it would be good to go to something that has a break in it, like an intermission or a pause midway. We go in with our respective spouses, then we switch at the halfway point. At the end, we return to normal. Does that make sense?’
I nodded. ‘You know they’re playing that Scottish war movie at the Ambassador. They have an intermission,’ I said. ‘But that would mean either a dash to a hotel or …’ I swallowed hard but my cunt flexed and my heartbeat revved. ‘Sex at the theatre.’
‘There’s my girl,’ Daniel said softly.
Andrew leaned in and smiled. ‘We’re game if you are.’
Turned out I was.
I was practically vibrating as the movie wound down to the intermission. Not to mention the fact that all four of us had seen this movie before. It wasn’t even new material to keep us occupied. I glanced down the row and doubted a single one of us was paying a lick off attention to the plot.
The lights came up from off to a dim butter yellow glow. INTERMISSION rolled across the black screen in white letters. Daniel touched my hand once, kissed my hair, whispered, ‘Be safe, I love you.’
And then he took Dana’s hand and off they went, leaving me, a bit jittery with handsome Andrew.
‘You OK?’ he asked, putting an arm around me as we walked out. There were balconies that were shut off to patrons. They were under minor construction and cordoned off with velvet ropes. Very retro, very chic. The Ambassador was an old theatre and the ropes only added to the old-school magic of the building. ‘We don’t have to do this.’
‘But I want to do this,’ I whispered as we moved through the crowd. ‘I want to do this.’
‘Good,’ he said right up against my cheek. ‘Because I’ve wanted to do this since the first time I laid eyes on you.’
It all spiralled through my mind then. I would have a first again. A first kiss, a first touch, a first stroke of outer nether lips, a first flick of my clit with foreign fingers. That first moment when I was entered by a man new to me, wielding a never before seen, touched, or sucked by yours truly cock. All new for me. I shivered as I let him guide me.
‘Are you cold?’
I turned to Andrew, his warm hazel eyes kind and hungry and intelligent. ‘Nope. I’m excited.’
We tiptoed up the thickly carpeted steps like teenagers. I tried to imagine Daniel with Dana. I expected anger and jealousy and maybe a bit of petulance. But when I really thought of it, as we climbed up the steep steps into forbidden rooms marked off by velvet ropes, I grew more excited. More aroused.
Andrew propelled me into a room with a good bit of roughness and my heart thrilled at it. He pushed me to the wall, shoving my skirt high with one hand and pinning my arms above my head with the other. Daniel and I saw eye to eye almost. Andrew was a good head taller than me. Overpowering me would be no problem.
I tried to breathe and found I couldn’t. Wetness slid from my pussy and pooled in my panties.
It wasn’t long before he was working the sides of those panties with his big fingers, tugging. He stopped to kiss me, gently and then needy and then hard and I took every single nuance of that kiss, moving my body up into his hands.
‘Last chance to back out.’ He waited, his cock hard against my leg, his breath tearing in and out of him – a gentleman in wolf’s clothing.
‘No. No backing out,’ I gasped, moving my hand to the hump of his cock and stroking him. His lids lowered just a touch and his breath hitched. A surge of feminine power shot through me and I gave him a little squeeze.
Somewhere in a different upper room someone moaned. Was it Dana? Was Daniel fucking her by now? My stomach tumbled with nerves and I whispered, ‘Hurry.’
‘Are you in a rush?’
‘We have a timeline but it’s more …’ I shook my head and moved to kiss him.
Andrew squeezed my wrists and I felt the tiny bones grind and a burst of protest from my arms. The pulse of pain added to the intense pleasure of being off with him in this cluttered and forbidden place.
‘Tell me, now, little Eileen. Confess.’ He pinched my nipples through my blouse and they stood up hard and true.
My pussy flexed around nothing and I wished so hard for a hard cock to fill that void.
‘It’s more I need it. Soon,’ I admitted, my face blazing with blush that neither of us could see. ‘Like now.’
And that was really all it took. That confession in a dark and dusty room. He worked his zipper and I shucked my skirt. For a moment there all that we heard was the rustle and hushed chatter of clothing as we took off the ones we could and moved the ones we couldn’t.
He kissed me – my lips, my face, my throat. His tongue and teeth worked over my clavicle, then lower to take my nipple into his mouth and biting me so I felt a fresh slide of fluid.
‘Andrew, hurry,’ I begged him. My blouse and my bra hung open to give him access, my tops filleted whereas my skirt was abandoned in a heap at my feet.
‘Put your leg up,’ he said and I did. He gripped it to his waist and worked the condom wrapper. I took it from him, rolled the rubber on his long, hard cock taking in the details. A bit thinner than Daniel but longer for sure. Curved to the left instead of the right. Silken skin that flared to a velvety helmet of a tip. I hummed low in my throat and Andrew laughed softly.
‘Put me in you, Eileen.’
So I did. I pressed the tip of him to the soaking wet split of my pussy, braced myself for his entry. He gripped my leg to him and my waist in the other hand and drove into me. There was that moment – that magical moment of firsts – where we froze. He was seated deep, all of my body seeming to pulse around his cock, and we just stayed there – still. Locked gazes, breath quiet but fierce and then I pushed my body up to take him in and the spell was broken. Andrew started to move, his mouth clamping down on mine, swallowing my cries as my body inched me close to a release already.
I felt the thick carpeting beneath my feet, an intricate Oriental pattern. I smelled old dust and plaster and heard the general soft din of many voices down below in the old fashioned lobby where other people were not fucking, but eating popcorn and drinking soda. The gentle slap-slap-slap of our bodies meeting filled my ears and somewhere in another room, again the sound of a female moan. Dana.
Andrew growled against my throat at the sound of his wife getting pleasure. My pussy clamped up tight around him and I felt the first spasms of orgasm work through my nerve endings. But he was coming, I could tell by the grip of his hand on my leg and the other on my hip. The thrill of his loss of control wasn’t lost on me. I love the sound of a man pushed over the edge. Even if it means I don’t get mine, so to speak.
But Andrew had no intention of letting that happen. He pulled free of me, putting his hands around my throat and kissing me hard. The fe
el of his grip over my pulse made me wonder if we ever did this again – would he hold my neck a bit tighter? If I asked him to?
‘I’m sorry for that. I’ve never fucked you, you felt too good and the noise of them … got in my head. I tipped too fast.’
‘It’s fine I …’
But he wasn’t hearing me because he dropped to his knees and knocked my legs apart with his big hands. I realised again that he was so much bigger than me, something I wasn’t used to.
His mouth was hot and his tongue was as talented at eating pussy as kissing. ‘You taste sweet. Like sugar and peach syrup,’ he murmured against the inside of my thigh, nibbling that tissue-paper-thin skin and making all of my flesh erupt in goose bumps.
He raised his arms and found my nipples with his fingertips, squeezing so hard I gasped but then he sucked my clit rhythmically and the pleasure and pain blended into something perfect and indescribable.
I imagined it again, his hand around my throat as he pinched my nipples hard enough that tiny spots of white light blossomed in my vision. Andrew alternated licking me softly with his broadly flattened tongue and sucking my clit hard enough to keep me off balance.
I gripped handfuls of his brown hair and tugged as I came. Losing my manners, thrusting my sex to his face. But he finished me off perfectly and then licked me clean, holding my knees with his hands as if he knew I felt like they would buckle.
Music sounded in the theatre proper. Intermission was ending.
Andrew looked up at me grinning. ‘Did I do right by you, Eileen?’
‘Good God, yes,’ I laughed, offering my hand.
He took it, stood and kissed me – once passionately, once sweetly on the forehead. ‘We should get back.’
‘We should,’ I said and followed him out into the dusty hall. No sign of Daniel and Dana and I wondered if they had fit as well as Andrea and I had.
Daniel put his arm around me as the theatre went black again.
‘You good, girly?’
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