by Lily Harlem
“The real deal?” He was breathing fast.
“Yeah. When I saw you earlier, I’d been to a shop, a sex shop.”
He raised his eyebrows. “You had?”
“Yes, to get you something.”
He pushed his hand through his hair. “What? What the hell did you get?”
“This.” I stooped and retrieved the strap-on from the drawer. I didn’t bother to hold it up, to see if he could guess what it was, I simply stepped into it and pulled it into place.
“What do you think?” I asked, wrapping my hand around my long, purple cock then jutting it toward him.
Gabe opened his mouth then shut it again.
His expression told me everything. I hadn’t been mistaken last night. He liked it. He liked the idea of me wearing a dildo and taking him up the ass.
“Arse play, prostate stimulation, it feels great for a bloke, so I’ve been told,” I said. “I figured it was time we gave it a go.”
He nodded, released his cock and touched mine.
“I think this is the right size,” I said. “But I have a bigger one if you prefer.”
He shook his head, his gaze still fixed on the dildo. “No. I think that looks fine.”
“Yes, I agree.” I moved closer. “Open up.”
“What?”
“Your mouth. Open up.” Fuck. Had I taken it too far already? This idea had just come to me. But it felt right, and that’s what he’d said he’d done the night before, just gone with the whole scene and done what felt right at the time.
“But…?”
“Gabe.”
I touched the tip of the dildo to his lips. “This is what it’s like for me, when you put your dick into my mouth. Learn it…experience it.”
He looked up at me, the light casting shadows from his lower lashes onto his cheeks. In that moment he appeared vulnerable, unsure. My usually confident, strong husband was surprised and thrown off kilter.
“Open,” I said again, cupping his jaw. I needed to be the one in control here, lead the way, even though it was new to me too.
This time he did as I’d asked and opened his mouth.
I slid the first few inches of the dildo in, watching as his lips rounded along the smooth girth.
Fuck. It was hot to see. I thought of the men on the Tube, of them sucking each other’s cocks. Real cocks.
Gabe would never suck a real cock, I’d never get the chance to watch that, but damn, this was amazing.
I slid deeper—not as far as he did with me, I’d had years of practice—but enough to fill his mouth and for his cheeks to bulge.
“Good boy,” I said. It was patronizing, I knew that, and in the daytime, at his office, no one would dare speak to Gabriel Stone that way. But he took it, he didn’t answer, hell, he couldn’t. He just widened his eyes and flared his nostrils.
I pulled out, eased back in then withdrew completely.
“Are you ready to take what you doled out to me last night?”
He wiped the back of his hand over his mouth. “Why are you doing this?”
“Because,” I leaned forward and brushed my lips over his, “you were so interested in how it felt and…”
“And what?”
“And I saw a sparkle in your eye—you want this, you know you do.”
He nodded, frowned, swallowed. “Yes.”
“You’ve been thinking about it, not just yesterday, but for a while.”
“What do you mean?”
“Getting arse-fucked. Having me wearing a dildo and making you come and come and come.”
He sucked in a breath. “Do it.”
Boy, this was going even better than I’d dared hope.
Again I pushed his shoulders, forcing him back. “Spread your legs and grip the backs of your thighs.”
He bent his knees and did as instructed, showing me his hole and his balls.
When I was in this open position, with him hovering, I always knew it would be good. That he’d take care of me, wring out an orgasm, often several. But Gabe didn’t know that now. He knew I wouldn’t hurt him intentionally but he didn’t know if he could take it.
“Shh,” I said, lubing up the dildo. “Calm your breathing.”
His belly was shifting up and down and his lips were parted, as though he were panting lightly.
“If you need to stop just say. We’ll only do what you want to do.”
“Okay.”
I tipped forward and took his cock in my hand. The tie followed and rested over his testicles, tickling them with the tip.
“This arse is a virgin arse, yes?” I said, hoping that my voice was sultry and sexy and would put him at ease.
“You know it is.”
I smiled. “You might have played.”
He shook his head. “Nope, never.”
“Wow, I’m honored.” I rubbed my moist fingers over his hole again. “To be the first in here.”
“Please…” he said. “Hales…”
This was the stuff of fantasies. He was practically begging for it.
I lined up the tip of the dildo with his entrance. The tie fell into my line of sight so I flicked at it irritably and it landed over my left shoulder.
“Breathe out, long and slow,” I said, pushing my hips forward and gaining purchase.
The sound of his sucked-in breath filled the room.
I gained a little entry and watched as his hole opened up for me, yawning around the head of the dildo as I sank deeper.
“Oh, fuck…” he said, gripping the backs of his thighs and pulling his knees closer to the outer edge of his chest. “Is that it?”
“Nearly.” I tugged on his cock. He was rock hard. “A bit more, bear down.”
He arched his neck and groaned.
I slid to full depth. His hole took the entire length of the dildo and his balls pressed up against my harness.
“Ah, Hales, fuck.” His mouth opened, forming a perfect gasping ‘o’.
“Is it too much?” I asked, working his shaft with firm, steady strokes.
“No, no, it’s…”
“Good?”
“Fucking amazing.” He thrashed his head from left to right. “Go deep, give me more.”
My heart was thudding. I’d never have believed I’d see my husband like this. When I’d first met him all those years ago, I’d never have thought he’d be lying on his back, begging me to fuck his ass.
It was one of our most glorious moments.
“You want me to fuck you?” I asked, cupping my free hand over his left knee.
“Yes, fuck me, fuck my arse.” He opened his eyes and his gaze captured mine. “Fuck me and don’t hold back. I can take it.”
“You sure?”
“Yes.” He placed his hand over mine and jerked on his cock. He lifted his right leg, straightened it then rested his calf on my shoulder with his shin by my ear.
I began to rock, pulling almost out then sinking deep again. Each time I slid in, he jerked then trembled. I guessed that was the tip of the dildo applying pressure to his prostate.
A sheen of sweat sat on his chest, gathering on his sternum, and his brow was shiny.
I was hot too. My skin tingled, my pussy was engorged, and I clenched around nothing. I would have liked to orgasm but I’d be satisfied enough seeing Gabe come like this. He looked beautiful.
“I’m…I’m coming…” he gasped, his body tensing and his muscles straining. “Oh fuck, don’t stop, don’t you dare stop. Hales…don’t stop.”
“I won’t. I won’t. Come, come.”
He did; big spurts of pearly liquid shot from his cock up to the hollow of his throat. On and on his orgasm claimed him.
He thrashed and bucked, but I kept on shoving in and out of his hole, riding it with him and taking him through every shivering release and shout of ecstasy.
His cock pulsed, his ass gripped the dildo and his legs flopped to the bed.
“Ah, yeah, yeah…” he panted, slowing the frantic movements o
n his dick. “Hales, Jesus, what…”
“What have I done to you?” I asked with a smile and slowing the thrusting of my hips.
“Yeah, what have you…done to me?”
I sank the dildo to full depth and leaned over his body to kiss him.
He groaned, a guttural, chesty noise that seemed to start so deep inside of him and vibrate through all of his limbs.
Oh, yeah, I’d done something to him all right. I’d shown him a whole new way to find pleasure, a whole new way to orgasm.
We were going to have so much fun.
Chapter Five
“Hey, baby, I take it you haven’t got a busy day?” Gabe asked the next morning as he poured coffee.
“No, thank goodness. Usually Friday is manic but this week it’s not so bad.” I gestured down at my state of undress. I hadn’t even showered and was in my robe. “As you can probably tell.”
He smiled. “And what plans do we have for the weekend?” he asked, looking at me over the rim of his mug.
“For a change, nothing,” I said, tipping my head and grinning cheekily. “So you can do whatever you want.”
“Damn, there’s lots of things I want.” He stepped close and set his coffee on the table. “And they all include you.”
“So you liked what we did last night?”
“You know full well I did, but…”
“But what?” I frowned then realization dawned. “But it will take a day or two before you want more, right?”
He leaned down and kissed me. “Mmm, perhaps. It feels kind of nice to have a slight throb there, in my behind, you know.”
“Yes, of course I know. And all day today, whenever you notice that ache, think of me. Think of last night.”
“I will. Oh, don’t you worry, I will.”
A bleep came from his phone. “Here we go,” he said, straightening. “Let the madness begin.”
I watched as he glanced at the screen.
He seemed to hold in a smile.
“Everything all right?” I asked, wondering what case had suddenly taken a turn in his favor.
“Yes, fine.”
“Who is it?”
“Brent Dawson. He’s got something to discuss with me.”
I laughed. “He must be made of money. He had you to himself for a few hours yesterday.” I stopped. “Oh, maybe it’s not his divorce he wants to discuss. You’re friends now. I forgot. He doesn’t have to pay to be with you.”
Gabe ran his fingers over his temple. “Listen, I have to run. I’ll see you later, okay.”
“The Golden Goose?”
“Yes, maybe. I don’t know. I’ll call you.”
He had a final slurp of his coffee then grabbed his jacket and dashed out of the kitchen.
The front door slammed and I was left looking at the space he’d occupied. It would have been nice to have a lazy morning together. Take a shower. Perhaps have him pleasure me since I hadn’t come last night. His tongue bringing me to a slow and lazy orgasm would have suited me very well.
I shut the paper and pushed my mug aside.
I’d just have to sort myself out.
After locking the front door, I headed up the stairs. I cleaned the dildo then put it away in the top drawer for another night. Thoughts of the erotic emporium came back to me. So many things—toys—in there that I’d like to try. Maybe I’d take Gabe, he’d be allowed in the women’s shop with me, men had to be accompanied. We could pick out some stuff together, spice up our sex life big time. After all these years, it was probably about overdue.
I flicked on the shower and stripped naked. Once in, I quickly lathered my hair then reached for the handheld hose. It was my instrument of choice when I wanted a quick, no nonsense climax to set me up for the day.
I spread my pussy lips and directed the jet onto the sensitive flesh just above my clit.
“Mmm…”
Tipping my head back onto the tiles, I widened my stance and shut my eyes. The water was warm and the jet fast and efficient. Soon the pressure was building—a sharp, intense pressure that had me gasping and my knees trembling.
I didn’t mess around, just let the climax race full speed toward me and then rack my body with delicious release.
“Oh, yeah,” I gasped and curled forward. An image of Gabe coming with the dildo up his ass seared across my mind. His body thrashing, out of control and owned by me.
My orgasm stretched out as I remembered the way I’d plundered into his hole once he’d got used to the dildo invading him. Every damn thing about Gabe was so sexy, so highly charged. He was beautiful, perfect and my most treasured possession.
* * * *
“So are you up for a drink?” I asked Gabe over the phone later that afternoon.
“Well, it’s a bit awkward,” he said hesitantly. “I’ve got a lot on.”
“Oh, okay, I’ll just go home and start dinner then. Anything particular you fancy?”
“No, and…I might eat out.”
I was silent for a moment as I picked at a bit of fluff on my skirt. “Oh, okay.”
“I would rather be home, but you see, Brent, he’s asked me if I’d like to try the new Indian on Duke Street and—”
“No, no, that’s fine. You go out with Brent.” I turned and stared out of my office window. The gray of the wall opposite had a wilted bit of weed growing from its guttering. “It’s nice that you have a friend to spend time with.”
And I meant that, really I did. Gabe had lost touch with his old university friends since we’d met and moved to London. Life and careers had just taken over. All he did with other men was work.
“Are you sure? I feel bad,” he said.
“No, don’t be silly. I’ve got some girly stuff to do.” Did I? What, paint my toenails and put on a facemask? “And I’ve got that chick flick on DVD that I’ve been meaning to watch for ages. I’ll be fine. I’ll see you later, when you get home.”
“Okay, if you’re sure.”
I laughed and tried to make it sound one hundred percent relaxed. “Of course I’m sure. I’m not your keeper. Go have some man time.”
I hung up and looked at the picture of Gabe and me on my cell screen. It was a selfie I’d taken of us in St. Kitts in the spring. We were both tanned and smiling. He had a mojito in his hand and behind us the blue of the Caribbean lit the skyline.
Quashing down a lump of sadness that I wouldn’t be meeting him in The Golden Goose within the next hour, I finished off my paperwork. Monday was a big court day, but I was ready. My case was well prepared, and as long as the opposition didn’t throw any spanners in the works all should go in our favor.
I packed my laptop away then threw my diary into my purse. Old habits died hard, and I stuck with a paper diary, always one that Gabe bought me each Christmas.
“Bye, Jeannie,” I said to my secretary, who was finishing up some filing.
“Have a good weekend, Hayley,” she said, smiling. “You doing anything much?”
“For a change, no, not really. The weather is set to stay nice, though, so perhaps a walk in one of the parks. What about you?”
“Oh, we’re off to Yorkshire. Some steam train exhibition Harold is dying to see.” She grinned. “I’ll enjoy it too, of course. His enthusiasm has become infectious over the years. I know my Flying Scotsman from my Mallard.”
“Sounds great. Have a wonderful time. See you Monday after court.”
“Yes, good luck with that.”
I wandered out of the firm’s revolving front door and into the June heat. Within minutes I was on the Tube. It was busy; the throng of people irritated me, as did the assortment of scents and the number of bags that knocked into me.
I decided to get off at Sloane Street and walk the last half a mile home along King’s Road. I’d duck into a few of the shops there and see if there was anything that took my fancy. Retail therapy was always good for my soul, plus I had to pick up a birthday present for my sister ready to send to her in New York next month.
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It was marginally less busy on King’s Road, though still the usual hustle and bustle on the main thoroughfare. I ducked into Anya Hindmarch and spotted a beautiful, fall season white leather clutch purse that I knew my sister would love. I ended up purchasing two because I couldn’t resist one for myself.
I nipped into Bluebird and picked up a seasonal salad from the food store. That would do me this evening with a glass of chilled Chardonnay.
The rest of my walk home was pleasant along the wide paved paths of Chelsea. Everyone seemed in a good mood, the sun bringing out happiness that the fog and rain kept dampened down in other seasons.
We had iron railings at the entrance to our house and I paused there, rested my purse against them and rooted in my bag for my keys. I didn’t usually have to unlock the door; more often than not, Gabe was with me and he always had his keys at the ready.
I found them, walked up the three wide steps then let myself in through the polished black door. Once inside, I kicked off my shoes and pushed them into the corner.
The hall was high-ceilinged, the floor tiles cool on my feet, and the air was a welcome temperature after the heat of the day. I sorted through the post, bills and junk mail, then went for a shower to wash away the dust.
After pulling on jeans and a t-shirt, I drew the white curtains across the bay window in the lounge and sat, knees tucked up, on the sleek chocolate-brown leather sofa. I hit PLAY on the rom com I’d had in mind—some cheesy Jennifer Anniston and Adam Sandler thing—and got to work on my salad.
For a while my mind wandered and I thought about what Gabe and Brent would be eating. Gabe adored a strong curry and would no doubt go for madras then hunt around for antacids in the middle of the night.
I put my salad to one side, went into the kitchen then pulled a pack from the cupboard. I set them on the counter so he’d know where they were if he wanted them. It would save me having to tell him later when I was half asleep.
After pouring a glass of white wine, I went back to my movie. Soon it absorbed me and I found myself lost in the story. It was an easy watch, humorous and with pretty scenery.
When it had finished, the daylight seeping in around the curtains had faded. I put on the side lamp and hunted through my stash of movies for another to watch. I’d wait up for Gabe. He probably wouldn’t be too much longer. He was always tired on a Friday night and ten-thirty would likely be his limit.