Drenched Panties

by Nichelle Gregory

  The face between her legs licked her outer lips, and the wetness of his tongue mixed with the heat of the oil and the air in the room made Kelly cry out. She bucked against the hands holding her in place, delirious with her need. Her nipples were on fire, the tongues paying homage to them would not let up. Two fingers delved into her ridiculously wet sheath.

  “Please!” Kelly begged.

  Three fingers stretched and fucked her. She arched her pelvis to meet the strokes. She heard a hum and then a vibrator was placed on her clit while the fingers in her pussy thrust faster and deeper. She was coming apart, gasping and gripping the fingers with her vaginal muscles. Her ass lifted up as the first shards of bliss overtook her.

  “Yes, come for us, Kelly."

  She did with a loud wail that was cut off with a rough kiss. The tongue in her mouth mimicked the movements of the fingers still moving deep inside of her. He kissed her hard as orgasmic ripples tore through her. She could feel the head of a hard cock pushing its way inside her creamy pussy. Her mouth was released from the demanding kiss and Kelly cried out again when the thick crown of her unknown lover pushed into her a few inches and then retracted.

  “Oh please, please!” Kelly pleaded.

  Her wavering voice mixed with the erotic wet sounds of men lapping at her breasts and toes filled the room.

  “Please what, Kelly?”

  It was then that she knew it was him, the one she wanted the most. Her pussy creamed a little more at the realization.

  “Please fuck me…hard,” she said.

  “As you wish.”

  Kelly screamed as he plunged his hard cock completely into her. He reamed her pussy with deep, mind-altering strokes.

  “Yes! Yes!” Kelly cried repeatedly, lost in her pleasure.

  She lost count of the strokes, lost track of everything but his control over her body. Someone pressed the vibrator to her clit again and Kelly writhed on the table. Her lover fucked her harder and Kelly’s mouth fell open in a silent scream of ecstasy as another climax ripped through her. She sucked in air and screamed again, trembling uncontrollably. Two hands on both sides of her pushed her legs up and wider as her marathon lover kept pummeling into her soaked, quivering pussy.

  Her lover groaned as he came. His thrusts within her slowed and then stopped. He pulled his cock out, and Kelly was vaguely aware of all the other hands and mouths slipping from her body as he lay beside her.

  Someone untied her hands and Kelly reached over to run her hand over her lover’s sweaty body.

  They were alone.

  She didn’t know how she knew, but she did. She considered asking her lover to remove her blindfold, but reconsidered. She didn’t need to see him to choose him again. His voice and sexy scent would be forever burned into her memory.

  “Thank you,” she said, running her fingers over his lips.

  He took hold of her hand and sucked on the pad of her fingers. His lips brushed against hers. He deep kiss tasted of cinnamon and of her.

  “My pleasure, Kelly. Welcome to The Club."

  For most of us, it takes some time to figure out what we want out of a lover. The journey isn’t always easy, but I believe well worth traveling. When you know what you want, you can finally ask for it...just be ready for what comes your way.

  ~Nichelle Gregory

  Be Careful What You Ask For

  Maxy sighed. She was beyond distracted. Her impending divorce was the only thing on her mind. The papers had been signed and she knew her husband, Vince, probably had the documents in his hands right about now. Maxy wondered what his reaction had been when he had gotten them. She stood up in her strappy sandals and walked across the plush carpet in her office to stare blankly out of the window.

  Had she done the right thing in asking for a divorce?

  The alternative was cheating on her husband...her wonderfully sweet, attentive and patient husband.

  Maxy knew he loved... No, adored her.

  Vince was a good husband. He showered her with attention, expensive gifts and plenty of tender love-making. She should have been the happiest woman on the planet, but instead she was bored. Maxy had tried to drop hints on ways to spice up their love life, and when that hadn’t worked she’d explained to him what she wanted in the bedroom.

  The conversation hadn’t gone over well.

  Sex with Vince had gotten too predictable. Their love-making lacked excitement and spontaneity. Hell, she knew what he was going to do in bed before he did it and she played her role. A moan here, a soft cry of passion there, and then she'd slip into her dark fantasies of being dominated and man-handled to catch up in an orgasm with her husband. She wanted him to make her scream with pleasure, even mixed with a little pain. She needed him to keep her guessing and panting in anticipation of what he was going to do to her next.

  Vince didn't get it. He’d gotten angry when he stumbled across her private stash of naughty toys; complete with dildos, nipple rings, handcuffs, and a fuzzy paddle. Thank god he hadn't discovered her collection of porn with women doing some very kinky things and loving every freaky minute of it.

  A rift had formed between them and their sex life had suffered to the point of almost non-existence. Their marriage had seemed irreparable, leaving Maxy to feel guilty about her spicy suggestions. They had decided to separate, both unwilling to cut the ties. The separation had only made things between them more strained. After months of tension, divorce seemed like the next step.

  Maxy watched the cars below merge into traffic, torn with her decision. She still loved Vince. He didn’t satisfy her kinky needs, but he was a good lover. She craved his cock, missed how tightly he stretched her with his magnificent erection.

  A soft moan escaped from Maxy’s lips as desire uncoiled within her.

  This whole situation was her fault.

  She should have told Vince about her secret fetishes before they got married, but she'd figured he would be game for anything.

  What guy didn't like a freak in the bedroom?

  Not her sweet Vince. He was a gentle lover, treated her like she was fragile.

  She wanted him to trust in her strength.

  Maxy knew she'd never forget the look of sadness on Vince's face when she'd finally told him she wanted out of their marriage. She loved him, but she didn’t want to hurt him and she was tired of feeling guilty for wanting more. Divorce was the right thing to do before she gave into her desire to meet UWILLCUM_MYWAY online.

  When Vince had moved out, she’d spent a lot of lonely nights online. Somehow, she’d stumbled across a dating site catering to her sexual longings. Just thinking about her late night, sexy online chats made her heart catch and her pussy wet. Her cyber lover was so damn erotic. He knew just what to say and liked to tell her, in explicit detail, exactly how he'd make her come hard by fulfilling all her naughty wishes.

  Maxy touched the cool glass of the window and wondered what Vince would do when he got the papers.

  Would he be happy to be rid of her?

  She knew he was fed up with her frustration, too.

  Did he miss her? Would he miss her?

  God, she missed him so much, craved his touch, but she needed more from him. Flashes of Vince kissing and holding her sent a spike of longing through her. She couldn't bring herself to sleep with anyone while they were separated and she was horny as hell.

  Maxy turned away from the window and balled her fists.

  How pathetic was she?

  She had a wonderful husband who loved her, wanted to make love to her, and she'd let him go because he wouldn't tie her up?

  Maxy groaned and shook her head. Maybe she had made a huge mistake. She sat back down at her desk, her gaze falling on her wedding photo as the phone rang.

  "Hello?" Maxy absently answered, staring at a snap shot of her and Vince on a beach in Jamaica.

  "I'm coming by to get the rest of my things."

  Her husband’s deep voice was as chilly as December air in the Windy City.

&
nbsp; "Vince?"

  She couldn't stop the smile curving her lips. She'd always loved the masculine timbre of his voice. There was so much she still wanted to say. She knew that now.

  "Is seven ok?"

  He sounded so cold and detached. It broke her heart. Maxy swallowed and blinked back tears.

  This is what she had wanted... right?

  "Seven is fine. Vince?"

  He had already ended the call.

  Wiping tears away, she got up, grabbed her purse and walked out of her office. She headed out of the building to her car in a fog. If traffic was in her favor, she'd have less than a half hour to wait before he joined her at their beautiful ranch styled home.

  She pulled into the driveway at twenty minutes to seven. Maxy made a beeline to the bathroom, wanting to shower before Vince got there. She hurriedly lathered her skin beneath the warm stream of water, her mind racing with everything she wanted to say to her husband. She exited the shower and toweled dry before standing in front of the mirror to stare at her brown sugar curves.

  Vince always told her how much he loved the way her small waist accentuated her rounded hips and juicy ass. He had always made her feel beautiful. Maxy reached up to touch her 36C breasts. She tweaked the dark chocolate nipples protruding from the cold air and smiled. Vince had been adamantly against her getting a breast job when she’d expressed her desire to go bigger. She was glad he’d talked her out of doing it.

  Maxy took her favorite silk robe off the hook near the vanity and put it on without cinching it. She began to brush her straightened hair when an unfamiliar noise made her pause. She strained her ears to listen for movement downstairs, thinking maybe Vince had let himself in. He still had a key to their house.

  No, he'd knock first.

  Maxy laid the brush down with a small grin. Vince wouldn’t dream of invading her privacy. She padded into their master bedroom, opened her lingerie drawer and selected a black thong and bra set. Her fingers ran over the fine lace, and she frowned upon discovering that she’d grabbed the crotchless panties. She’d never brought herself to wear them before, for fear of what Vince might think.

  You might as well wear them.

  She sighed to herself while dressing in the lingerie. Vince wasn't going to get anywhere near her tonight, so what did it matter? She cinched her robe closed, padded downstairs and jumped when she saw him lying across their leather couch. His long frame was stretched out and he appeared to be sleeping.

  Maxy’s gaze ran hungrily over his long six foot three inch frame. He was a big guy, but one of the gentlest she knew. He loved working out and he had a body women longed to touch, but he'd always only had eyes for her. Her heart twisted in her chest when she thought about him staring at another female the way he used to look at her.

  "Vince?"

  She walked over to him, appreciating how nice he always looked in his suits. The blue one he wore contrasted nicely against his mahogany skin. Maxy leaned over him, breathing in the smell of her favorite cologne on him and fought the urge to bend down and kiss his bald head. Her robe fell open and she glanced away when he didn't stir to cinch it again. She yelped in surprise when Vince grabbed her wrist and sat up.

  "Vince!"

  She was breathing fast, startled by the dark gleam in his light brown eyes. He had never looked at her like that, not even when she provoked him into a fight. His gaze swept over her bare breasts and her other hand still holding the belt to her robe.

  "Don't bother with that.”

  Maxy gasped as he roughly stripped the robe from her body.

  "What the hell are you doing?" She asked, struggling to regain her equilibrium as his fingers tightened around her wrist.

  "Shut up."

  “What did you say?”

  Maxy’s eyes widened. She had never heard him say that to her before. He hadn’t raised his voice, but the steely edge in it had translated through to her just the same.

  Vince took hold of her chin, lifting it so she could see into his eyes. “Not another word, Maxy.”

  She felt a tremor of disbelief zip along her spine.

  This was her Vince.... sweet, sensible Vince.

  She gave him a shaky smile, backing up when he rose from the couch to tower over her. His fingers tightened around her wrist as she looked up at him. The hard, lustful look in his eyes was something new, too. He didn’t look sensible. No, he looked like a ravenous predator ready to devour her whole.

  Maxy’s nipples hardened as her gaze swept over him from head to toe. He looked so handsome and powerful standing there staring at her, silently taking in every inch of her appearance. She felt shy, even though he had seen her naked body many times before. Her heart skipped a beat when he reached forward, ripped off her bra and threw it at her feet.

  "That's better.”

  He ignored her startled gasp and gave her left nipple a hard tug.

  She cried out, more from the shock of his actions than real pain. Her eyes locked with his when he gave the other breast the same treatment. She bit her lip as the other nipple instantly puckered up. Vince repeated the action two more times before she began to struggle.

  “Stop it, Vince!"

  Her breasts throbbed with pain as she tried to wrench away from him, but she was no match for his strength. To her utter surprise, he started to laugh while proceeding to walk toward the five steps leading to their bedroom.

  Maxy stumbled, trying to resist moving forward. "Vince! Stop it!"

  He continued to stride ahead, apparently unconcerned with her unwillingness to walk. She tried to hold her ground, gasping when he half dragged her across the carpet and pulled her up the four stairs. Once at the top, he bent down, picked her up and strode into their bedroom where he tossed her onto their king size bed like she was nothing more than a rag doll.

  Winded and stunned, Maxy scrambled to the edge of the bed. Within seconds, Vince pushed her down and flipped her over so she was laying on her belly with her face pressed into their silk sheets.

  "This is what you wanted, Maxy," Vince said, giving her two hard smacks on her panty-clad bottom.

  She whimpered and wiggled, but he had her imprisoned between his powerful legs. She heard him rustling with something behind her, and screamed when hard wood connected with her ass cheeks. She turned her head and saw Vince holding her paddle. He dealt her two more smacks, making her grab the sheets in an effort to escape from him.

  "Harder. I know you want it harder."

  His voice was cheerful as Maxy whined into the sheets. Her ass was on fire and still he paddled her with enough force to make her cry, though never to seriously hurt her. She was powerless to stop him. Her tears did not move him when they usually got her whatever she wanted, and wiggling only seem to increase the smacks to her ass. She couldn't believe Vince was doing this to her, but the reality sunk in each time he connected with her tender ass cheeks. She wailed, her face wet with tears. She was certain she could take no more when Vince suddenly stopped.

  "Get on your knees."

  She glanced over her shoulder to see him removing his shirt and tie.

  “Now!”

  Moving at all took some effort, but Maxy complied. She knelt before her husband, barely seeing him through tear-filled eyes. Resisting his command didn’t seem like an option. She couldn’t complain for months about how she wanted him to be more dominant in the bedroom and then change her mind when he did. Vince was right. She had wanted this, but now that it was happening she didn't know what to think.

  Maxy quietly watched him strip, wetness soaking her panties when his hard cock was revealed. She was certain of what he’d want next. This part would be predictable. She would take him in her mouth and gain back control, like she always did.

  Vince walked over to her, grabbed her chin and stuck two fingers between her lips. She sucked and swirled her tongue around them, showing him what she was going to do with his cock as he watched her. Maxy felt triumphant when he groaned with pleasure, but it was a short-lived
moment. He removed his fingers only to ram his cock into her mouth. She struggled to take in as much of him as she could before pulling her face back. She circled her tongue around the head of his penis, savoring his moans as he sunk his fingers in her hair. The texture and taste of him filled her mouth, exciting her, and she knew Vince was enjoying her, too. She settled into a rhythm that always got him off hard, whimpering when he yanked her hair and pulled her away.

  "That's enough, slut. Get on the bed and open your legs."

  His gruff command made her wetter. Maxy couldn't believe this was her Vince. Shock kept her planted in her spot. She stared at him as he grabbed the remote to their flat screen and turned it on. The sound of elicit moans and groans filled the room, and her eyes widened as they shifted from Vince to the screen showing a woman being anal fucked.

  He had found her porn!

  She gaped at him, but he was paying her no mind, busy grabbing her velvet black box filled with all of her toys out of her closet. He turned his attention back to her, walking forward with a disapproving glint in his eyes while his thick cock bobbed with each step. Vince tossed her treasure of toys on the bed and pinned her with a look.

  "What did I tell you to do?"

  He asked the question in the same quiet, deliberate tone he normally used. Maxy squeezed her wet thighs together in nervous anticipation. She got up, laid across the bed and spread her thighs as Vince watched. Now, he would see her crotch-less panties. She trembled beneath his dark gaze, which lingered on her heaving chest. Maxy knew he could see the reddened marks on her breasts. Vince smiled at her, shifting his gaze back between her legs where she lay open and exposed to him.

  "Hmm.....what do we have here, dear?" He ran a finger up and down her soaked pussy, playing with her clit while Maxy moaned with pleasure. “You never wore these for me.”

  “But-“

  Vince shook his head. “Shhh...”

  He covered his finger with her sweet cream, raised his hand and smacked her pussy lips.