by Mia Moore
“She had a uniform on, but her shirt was unbuttoned almost to her waist. I looked at her titties… they weren’t very big, but I could tell she was turned on already… her nipples were stiff under her shirt.” Tara leaned in and whispered into Steve’s ear. “So were mine!”
He groaned.
Still on her knees in bed, she spread her legs and began to finger her own clit as she stroked her husband telling the rest of her fantasy.
“So I asked her what I had to do. I was scared, and my voice was small… She told me that I better make her feel good… that I better make her come. She stood before me with her hands on her hips… I pushed my blanket off, and got out of bed. I fumbled with the buttons on her shirt… het tits were really small, but her nipples were rock hard. I bent forward and kissed her on the neck as I started to pinch her nipples. She brought up her hand and held me to her neck.” Tara was stroking faster and faster with both hands. God this was hot.
“I gave her a hickey on her collarbone, and she moaned… I sucked her nipples, hard. I chewed on them with my teeth, almost drawing blood. This was a tough woman, and she didn’t want any halfway attempts I figured… She moaned again…
“With her shirt unbuttoned…”
“No bra?”
“No. I guess she doesn’t need one, her boobs being so small…. I pulled her shirt out from her pants the same way I do to you.” He shifted his hips and closed his eyes, seeing the story behind his lids. “And I undid her belt and opened up her pants…”
“She has big hips, and by now I was getting turned on. I was going to kneel right in front of her and give her a girl blow job. I tugged and yanked her pants down, and slipped off her shoes all at the same time.” She leaned into Steve again.
“She didn’t have any panties on, and she had a thick bush that smelled really sexy… I think she had been thinking about me all day…” His hips started to thrust up. Shit this was hot.
“She had a bit of a tummy, and, I licked her belly button. Her stomach quivered when I did. I started to finger her pussy lips, but only on the outside…. Then she grabbed me by the hair—hard,” she gave Steve’s cock a hard squeeze, “and said to me ‘Eat my cunt, you slut!’ Oh shit that turned me on!”
“With her legs spread, I scooted under her and began to lick and slurp her. She backed up into the wall of my cell and began to slide down. I pulled back until her ass was on the cold concrete floor. I raised her legs and began to slurp and nibble on her pussy lips the best I could through her nest of pubic hair.”
Tara leaned into Steve’s ear again. “Then she reached out and pushed a finger right up into my asshole!” Steve began to buck again. “She had one hand in my hair, pulling me into her drippy cunt, and with her other hand she had me impaled by my ass! It felt so dirty! I was her cunt slut!”
“I kept eating and chewing on her pussy while my hands pinched and played with her titties. I brought one hand up to her mouth and she began to suck on my finger. With my other hand I began to finger fuck her. First I slid one finger up inside her. She pulled my hand from her mouth and said ‘More, bitch!’ and shoved a second finger inside my ass… oh fuck, I was spread so wide!”
Steve’s eyes were closed tightly as his thighs began to tremble. He was so close now…
“So I shoved almost my whole hand up inside her cunt! She squealed when I did, and bore down on my wrist with her hips. Fuck she was tight! I scooped and slid my fingers up inside her, pushing at her walls. I pulled my hand out for a second, then I pushed them back in, but different!”
“Howww?” he groaned.
“I had my tongue and thumb on her clit, and two fingers up inside her hot cunt! And then I…”
She waited a beat.
“Go on, baby… make it good!” Steve was raising his shoulders off the bed. He was just about there.
“And I shoved my pinkie up inside asshole! I was punching her cunt and asshole at the same time! And she was shoving her fingers up my own asshole! Oh fuck it felt good! I began to come, and so did she!”
“She grabbed me by the hair, pulling it hard, and started screaming! She juiced all over my hand, and I licked it all up like the good bitch I was!”
That did it. Steve erupted as he cried out. A thick stream of cum shot out from the tip of his cock, splattering all over Tara’s hand. At the same time, she felt her own orgasm spread out from her pussy, igniting across her middle. She leaned into Steve’s jetting cock in time to capture the second spurt in her mouth. It splashed on her teeth and face before she could get her lips around it. Still fingering herself to orgasm, she put her mouth over his knob catching the last spurt, feeling it roll across her tongue.
Gathered on the bed, they both orgasmed and stayed in that position for a minute or two. Tara cleaned Steve up again, and he turned her onto her back and went down on her, giving her a second orgasm.
As they spooned into sleep, Steve murmured. “Do you love me best?”
Tara stiffened. She rolled over, facing him.
“What kind of question is that? Of course I do! Who else could I have shared that fantasy with?”
His eyes were open. “Just checking.” He cradled her face in his hand as they stared at each other. “I believe you, but I wanted to hear you say it.”
“I love you with all my heart and soul, Steve. You’re my life. Together, we made Anthony, and his is a joyful life.” Her heart swelled as she told him.
“Good. Then I want you to know that you have my permission and approval to seek out and search out any pleasures you might be tempted to pursue, okay?” He grinned. “The only thing I want is that you tell me all about it as honestly as you told me your fantasies tonight, okay?” He stroked her arm. “As long as we’re number one with each other, then it’ll be fun.”
“I don’t know if I’m going to do anything with anyone, honey. It was a load of fun just at the club.”
“Yeah, I know. But the fantasies are hot!” He paused. “I wonder what the stories of real life adventures would be…”
“I’d rather we did it together.”
“Well, if a guy was involved, sure. But if you’re just looking for a ‘night out with the girls’… then I wouldn’t have a place in that sort of a mix, would I?”
She thought about it for a minute and shook her head. “No… I guess not.”
“That’s what I meant.” They went back to spooning. “Just keep me in the loop.”
His arm came across Tara’s chest and encircled her breast. She hunched her hips back, nestled into his groin. He was so warm. “Okay… it’ll be our little secret then.”
And drifted off to sleep.
The End of Episode 1
Episode 2: What’s Good For The Goose…
Chapter 6
“You’re dressed pretty nice, Tara, got a hot date after work?” George Bacon, Tara’s boss was standing at the doorway to her shared office.
She looked up from her desk. She was packing up her briefcase with files, ending her day in. It was 4:45, and yes, she did have a date after work. One she wouldn’t be mentioning to anyone at Sparrow Incorporated.
“Uhhh… my husband and I are planning a date night this evening, and I don’t think I have time to get home and change.” There. That sounded good. “It’s not inappropriate for office wear, is it?” She fingered the neckline of her black jersey mini dress. It was as low cut as she dared, and with the push up bra, did give the girls a bit of a ‘presentation’.
George put his hand on his chin. “No, it’s not inappropriate. The skirt’s short as hell, but you are wearing tights, so it’s all good. I’m just curious in a friendly way, that’s all. Your productivity’s amazing, Tara—I’m glad you’re having some ‘me’ time.”
Me time. Ohhh George, if you only knew! It took all of her self control to keep from giggling. Instead, she nodded solemnly.
“As far as working hard goes, George, I’m happy that I can have a great job and still be home with my son.” She fingered the las
t file folder and popped it into her valise. “Steve and I do take time outs just for us, and this evening is one.”
“Great. See you next week then, Tara.” With a little wave, George left.
Her phone buzzed with at text message.
What are you drinking? UR not driving, RU?
She hit reply with a shaking finger. It would have to be strong to calm her nerves.
Nope, train home. Scotch. Neat. Make it a double. There in 10
Her knees had just a bit of a tremble as she left the office. She had stayed later than usual so she could be one of the last to leave. God forbid anyone see her after work. The bar was only a five minute walk from her building.
Before leaving, she ducked into the lady’s room for a last minute check. The lights were out throughout the corridors, so she was comfortable in making her final adjustments here.
She popped open her purse. The first thing she did was shimmy out of her tights and rolled them up, placing them in her purse. She put her flat heeled shoes next to them in the generous compartment. Out of her valise, she took a pair of black stilettos with the three inch heel and slipped them on. She turned and checked herself out. God, the hem was so short—just three inches past her ass!
She took out the small cosmetic kit she had packed at home. She redid her eyes, using mascara, shadow and eyeliner to darken them. She changed her lipstick to a deep red. Hitching her bag’s shoulder strap, she did the last task. Thank God she had practiced this at home a couple of times during the last week!
In just a few minutes she put a coat of a matching red on her fingernails. She had spent the day with them unadorned. After finishing, she replaced the cap and dropped it into her purse. Waving her fingers just for a moment, she shouldered the straps on her purse and valise. It was a quick drying polish, ought to be okay by the time she got off the elevator.
In the elevator she was able to check herself out from every angle. She looked great. She was never able to navigate confidently in four inch spikes, but the three inch heels did enough. Her blonde hair hung down with a wave to it below her shoulders. She smiled into the mirror, and gave her bottom lip just a small chew. Hesitant, but motivated. Sexy, but not too slutty.
The elevator stopped, she collected her bags and headed out for her coffee date.
Joanie sat back in her seat at the banquette of The Russian Tea Room. She didn’t come here too often, but it was a good place for a getting to know you session. She glanced at the tumbler at the place next to her. A double scotch. Girl’s nervous.
She took a sip of her own drink. Martini and Rossi on ice. Strong enough to be socialble, but she’d be keeping her wits about her. She looked down into the glass, thinking that while Tara’s behavior today was a bit of a surprise, it wasn’t totally unexpected.
That moment they shared last week; when she licked her lower lip while making eye contact, and Tara responding in kind—ramping it up a little bit, actually—was enough evidence to know the girl was interested.
What the hell had happened? There better not be trouble at home; she didn’t want any part of that shit. But she was definitely on the prowl. Okay, if this was for shits and giggles, great—but Tara really wasn’t bringing anything to the table that she didn’t already have at home with Krista.
She had phoned Krista from work when her and Tara set their ‘coffee date’ earlier in the day. Silly girl got excited. She knew who Tara was, and the prospect of the three of them getting together got her worked up. She put one condition on it, that would have miffed Joan had they not been so in love.
Well, we’ll see.
Joan’s table was near the entranceway. She almost didn’t recognize Tara when she walked in. A real hot business woman, that was for sure. Little black dress with a wide belt, bare legs leading down to a set of black pumps, briefcase and purse. Joan loved blondes in short dresses.
Tara stopped just inside the door and scanned the room. When her eyes settled on Joan, she smiled. The smile came and went so fleetingly though. Joan returned the smile with a wave. She pointed at the glass beside her and back at Tara. She came over, and dropped into the seat next to her.
The two women eyed each other, neither one speaking.
Tara chewed her bottom lip, her eyes wide.
“I’m glad we can get together, Joanie.”
Joan nodded slowly. “Well, I’m curious as hell…” Her eyes were steady. “What can I do for you?”
Tara turned to her drink and knocked back half of it. She turned back to Joan, letting the scotch warm her tummy. It had seemed like a great idea on Sunday night, even that very morning, but now she was having second thoughts. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea after all.
“I…”
Joan tilted her head to the side, and lifted her eyebrows.
“Oh shit. I don’t know where to begin!” She drained her glass and waved to the waitress for a refill. She turned back to Joanie. This was harder than she thought it was going to be.
“Hmmm… I think it began before last week, when you and I had ‘that moment’, didn’t it, Tara?”
Tara nodded.
“Last week, you gave me the mother of all come on looks, and then this morning, slipping me that note with your cell phone number, asking me to text you when I was free for a few minutes…” Joanie smiled. “It was a little strange, but I’m okay to go with the flow so far.” She took a sip of her own drink as the waitress deposited Tara’s second round. “But like I said, what can I do for you? You told me you needed to talk with me away from the office after work.” She gestured to the room. “Well, here we are. What can I do for you?”
Tara knocked back another hit of her drink. Time to shit or get off the pot, girlfriend. She placed the glass on its coaster, centering it. She looked back up to Joanie—straight in the eye.
“You can ravish me, Joan. That’s what you can do for me.” Shit. No warm up, she didn’t put her cards on the table, she slammed the whole deck down face up.
Joan didn’t move a muscle. Jesus, no surprise at all. Does she get propositioned on a regular basis? The women looked at each other in silence.
Joan’s face broke into a wide smile. “Why don’t you quit beating around the bush and tell me how you really feel?” They both laughed.
As Joanie rested her elbow on the table and leaned in, Tara told her about the night at The G-Spot where she had her first experience with a woman. How it totally rocked her world. She confessed that her husband and her were swingers, and that since that night, she had been looking at other women differently.
“Like a guy, you were checking out the babes, huh?” Joanie said with a smile.
“Yes! Exactly! Women of all ages, all types, I was undressing each and every one of them in my mind’s eye, and wondering what it would be like to have sex with them!”
“Okay…” Joan drained her own glass and ordered another round for both of them. “And how many other women have you propositioned before me?”
Tara’s eyes grew wide. “None! Oh my God!” her hand flew to her mouth. “I did just proposition you, didn’t I?” The blush started at her bust line and like cartoon thermometer, advanced up her chest, to her neck, making her face crimson.
With a small smile, Joan nodded. “You are so cute!” Her eyes narrowed. “Now answer the question.”
“None!”
“Well, that salvages my pride,” Joanie sat back in her seat. “Glad to be at the top of your cruising list.”
Tara started to turn red again. Joan had always been straight up at the coffee shop. She wasn’t saying anything to be cruel… she was just calling a spade a spade. “Well… there’s more to it than just cruising.” She turned into Joan and rested her hand on top. “If it was simply a case of getting it on with a woman, trust me, I have plenty of friends that would be more than happy to help, Joanie.”
“ ‘Joanie’? Did you just call me ‘Joanie’?” She didn’t pull her hand away though.
“Mmm Hmm… Is that a prob
lem?”
“No… not really. From you it’s kind of sweet. Just for the record, I don’t let people address me with that nickname. Ever.” She put her other hand on top of Tara’s, the two women sitting now looking like they were playing some sort of game at the table. “But… coming from you, I like it.”
Tara placed her hand on top and inched closer on the seat to Joan until their hips were touching. “I’m glad,” she said softly. “Now…”
“Now we have to talk about how our current partners would view this tete a tete, let alone anything that could happen afterwards,” Joan interrupted.
Tara nodded. “I know. If this wasn’t okay with my husband—if he didn’t give me basically carte blanche to pursue this, I never would have.” She smiled evilly. “He’ll be dying to hear every detail when I get home, that’s for sure.” She glanced at their hands and back up again. “But that young girl who meets you after work—I assume that’s your partner?”
“My fiancée, actually. We’re going to be getting married in June.”
“Oh! That’s wonderful!” But Joanie hadn’t taken her hands away yet…
“I think so. Krista’s a joy, and I love her deeply. After I got your note, the first thing I did was phone her to tell her I was being hit on.” Joan returned Tara’s smile. “You’re not the only one with a partner drooling at home.”
Tara’s mouth hung open in surprise.
Joan shook her head. “What, you think that only straight people can swing? Only straight people can indulge on the other side of the fence?”
“I… well… yeah.”
“Pretty stereotypical on your part, huh?”
Tara gave her head a little shake, and nodded. “I guess so.”
“That’s okay, hon. It’s not too important anyway. Both of our partners are up to speed on our getting together.” She removed her hands from the tangle they had on the table top. “Now, what is it that you expect of me?”
Tara was a little nonplussed. How the hell is she supposed to respond to that question? “Uhh…” was all that was able to come out of her mouth.