by Lori King
“Before them, my grandparents met and married while my grandfather was home on shore leave from the Navy. They’d only known each other a week, and she didn’t see him again for two years. They died within hours of each other, having been married more than sixty years.”
“Y-you come from great genes it sounds like. I’m sure you’ll follow in their footsteps when you…uh…find the right girl.” She braced her hands on his chest as he boxed her in with his arms. Their height difference once again making her feel dainty against him.
“I’ve made mistakes. My first wife was a mistake, but she and I never had the sort of chemistry that I felt last night, with you. I think I’ve found that girl, Marley, but she doesn’t seem to know it.” Lex spoke so sincerely, and he stared into her eyes so deeply that she felt physically connected to him. Like he’d just taken her heart in his hands and held it, waiting for the go-ahead to love it or break it.
Shaking her head, she forced her gaze away from him. “I don’t know what to say. You have a child, Lex. What about her? You said you couldn’t devote time to a new relationship.”
“I did say that, but I didn’t understand then what I know now.”
“What’s that?” she asked in a hoarse whisper.
“That I’ve fallen in love with a stunning woman with hair the color of flames and firewood, and eyes liked melted pools of chocolate. That she reached inside of me and jump-started my dead heart with her bratty tongue, and quick wit. And that I will need her to teach me to be a better man, almost as much as she’ll need me to teach her to be a better sub.”
Marley melted. What woman wouldn’t, she thought. He’d just handed her his heart in exchange for his own.
“What about Kaia? What will she say?”
He shrugged, “I don’t know, hopefully ‘congratulations, dad’. But if not, we’ll handle it. I’m not letting you run away from this, Marley. We’re good together.”
“How do you know, Lex? We’ve only had one wild, crazy night. I might be a bitch when I’m sick, or I might pick my teeth when I eat, or belch the alphabet when I drink beer. You don’t know me.” She argued. She wasn’t exactly sure why she was arguing, but he had her completely off balance.
“I snore when I sleep on my back. I’ll never let you play with my ass, but I’ll play with yours every chance I get. I can burp the alphabet backwards, and I can sing every song in several Disney fairytale movies. Could you forgive me for those weaknesses?” he asked, chuckling.
“You know what I mean.” She grumbled back.
Lex nodded, “Yes, I do, but I want to eat Chinese takeout with you after work while we sit on the sofa and talk about our day, and I know how to do my own laundry, but you’re probably better at it than I am. I want to play with you as my submissive, and love you as my woman. Can you honestly say you don’t want what I offer? Were you able to stay emotionally unattached to me, Marley?”
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Lex held his breath. He knew he couldn’t make her fall in love with him after one night, but he could damn sure convince her to give him a chance. They had something special, and if she gave him even the slightest hint…
“No, I can’t say that. I care for you, Lex. Last night was incredible, and an emotional roller coaster. That’s why I’m not sure I can give you what you want. What if we find out I’m a switch, or worse, a Domme?” she sounded almost panicked at the thought, and he had to fight back a laugh.
“There are worse things than a woman who likes to take control in the bedroom, Marley, and trust my decades of practice when I assure you that you’re not a Domme. What matters is that you make me feel something. After all these years of nothing—boring, empty, nothingness—suddenly every nerve in my body is on fire because I’m touching you. That can’t be wrong.”
Her eyes grew glassy, and she was quiet for a few moments as they stared at each other. When she finally spoke, it was so quiet and so unusual that he thought he’d heard her wrong. “Dance with me?”
“What?”
She cleared her throat and repeated herself, “Dance with me, Sir. I want you to hold me.”
Instantly he pulled her naked body against his own, intertwining their limbs and swaying to music only they could hear in their heads. They moved together just as flawlessly in this as they had the first moment he touched her.
“Why are we dancing, princess?” he murmured against the crown of her head.
“Because one dance changed everything.” She responded, tugging his face down and kissing him soundly. His heart soared as he realized that she was agreeing to give them a chance.
When they broke apart, he was grinning like a loon, “You won’t regret it, sub. I swear to you, I’ll make you happy.”
“Mmm…you’ll have to wait until tomorrow to make me happy again. My poor pussy is aching from overuse.” She joked with a pout on her lush lips.
Lex heard himself growl low in his throat, “Maybe we should hit the shower where I can give her a little TLC and kiss the pain away?”
Marley laughed, “Good Lord, you’re like the Energizer Bunny aren’t you?”
“And I don’t even need batteries. You’ll save a fortune, princess.” With that, Lex bent and swept his princess off her feet one more time.
The End
Check out the first Fetish & Fantasy Story:
Watching Sin
Chapter One
Doug…
“Can we? Just this once, Doug, please?” Her voice was a husky moan in his ear, and he could deny her nothing.
For the last four months, they had attended the monthly Fetish parties as voyeurs only. He had watched with lust-filled eyes, as the people around them sought release for their passion, hoping that at some point his wife would grow comfortable enough with the parties to join in. But each time she maintained her distance, standing off to the side, watching the sweat-soaked strangers explore the bodies around them, her face devoid of emotion. He knew she felt something; her racing pulse and sharp intake of breath betrayed her stoic exterior, and by the time he got her home after each party, she was desperate for his cock.
Her voracious appetite for sex seemed to stem from her love of erotic romance novels. He regularly caught her with her nose in a book, cheeks flushed, eyes glassy, and pussy dripping. One of these days he would have to write a thank you letter to the publishers for keeping his cock in working form, but for tonight, he had other things to focus on.
Alana stood beside him, asking his permission to put on a show. She wanted him to strip her down, and fuck her in front of the other partygoers. His eyes met hers and he could see the fire burning in their sapphire-colored depths.
What had changed her mind? What had her so turned on tonight that she couldn’t deny her own need anymore?
The brush of a hand over his shoulder drew his attention, and he instantly understood. The man standing at his elbow was his best friend and business partner, Killian Whitfield. In his black and white tuxedo he looked more like a Hollywood movie star walking the red carpet than a businessman still trying to crack the million-dollar mark.
“Doug, Alana. How are you both this evening? Enjoying the…festivities I hope.”
Killian stood too close to Alana for propriety, yet Doug wasn’t put off. He was surprised to find that he wanted to put on a show for his friend. If Alana was willing to fuck in front of Killian, what else would she be willing to do with him present? He felt his dick thicken a little at the image of his wife on her knees sucking Killian’s cock in the middle of the living room. Never before had he fantasized about his wife with another man, but he could picture it with Killian. In his mind’s eye, he could see his friend’s long lean body, flexing and rippling with desire as his wife sucked him dry. That would be incredible to watch, and by the look on Alana’s face, she could picture such an event too. What a surprise this evening was turning out to be.
“We’re having a wonderful time. These parties are always memorable, Killian.” As Alana spoke, her eyes drifted ove
r Killian’s six foot tall frame, and back up to meet his assessing green eyes. When their gazes collided, Doug could almost see sparks crackling in the air around them, and his cock hardened in his pants until he had to fidget to give his erection more room. He took the opportunity before it slipped away, and wrapped his arm around the curve of Alana’s waist, drawing her even closer between the two men.
“Actually Killian, Alana was just commenting that she wanted to enjoy the party a little more tonight.”
Doug watched Killian’s eyes flame at the implication, and his own cock throbbed in response. Could he actually do this? Could he fuck Alana in front of these people? The answering electrical current pulsing through his body was the only confirmation he needed to know he absolutely could do that and more. Alana’s heavy-lidded gaze was a potent aphrodisiac, but when paired with Killian’s commanding masculinity, it made Doug dizzy with need.
Killian didn’t hide his charisma or his flirty nature; he openly charmed both sexes. Doug had never seen him with another man, nor had he ever blatantly asked him if he was bisexual, but there were rumors. Everyone knew he was open to anything when it came to sex. Hell, how many times had they swapped stories while they waited to tee off on the golf course? Doug had no problem sharing the kinky things he and Alana liked to try in the privacy of their own home, and Killian encouraged him to give every salacious detail. Perhaps there was more to his interest than pure, perverted male curiosity.
“Really? Is there some way I could be of assistance in making all your desires come true, Alana?” Killian’s silky smooth baritone voice rippled through Doug’s chest, and he heard Alana’s sharp intake of breath.
Her eyes darted to meet Doug’s, and he smiled reassuringly at his wife. If they were going to do this, they were going in with their eyes open. “I believe she’d like you to watch to begin with.”
Killian stepped a little closer to the two of them and lowered his voice, directing his next question to Alana, “I’ll only ask this once, but I have to ask. Would you like to stay here, or go into one of the bedrooms where we have more privacy?”
The ultimate question in Doug’s mind was whether or not she actually wanted to put on a show for the entire bevy of strangers in the room, or just for Killian. The air around them grew tense as Alana considered her first foray into exhibitionism.
“I believe I’d prefer to throw caution to the wind tonight. Will you help me?” she said softly as she stared up into Killian’s face.
“Be sure, love; exhibitionism is like a drug, once you begin, well…”
Killian’s words faded off as a blush of pink stained Alana’s pale, white skin. She only hesitated a moment before she gave a short, sharp nod and whispered, “I’m sure.”
The smile that spread across Killian’s face was heart-stopping, for Doug, so he could only imagine how Alana’s body responded. “I would be honored to watch.”
“Thank you, Killian,” she murmured, staring up at him as though he had just performed some sort of heavenly miracle. Doug winced at the adoration on her face. Perhaps getting her involved with Killian wasn’t the best idea, but it was too late to back out now. His wife had asked him to fulfill her fantasy, and he’d be damned if he was going to let her down.
Responding only with a wide smile and a dip of his head, Killian moved to the loveseat nearby, and Doug’s heart leapt in his chest. Finally! He would finally be allowed to live out his fantasy of public sex—and with his wife, no less! He couldn’t resist skimming his hand up the curve of her hip to her shoulder. Her bare skin under the thin strap of her dress was as soft as cashmere, and he danced his fingers delicately up her neck and over to her zipper.
He felt her trembling under his hand as he lowered it one inch at a time, exposing her perfect pale, peach-colored skin. Flicking his eyes up to meet Killian’s, he smiled when his partner twirled his finger in the air, directing the scene even from six feet away. Doug complied, by gently turning Alana around to face him, with her zipper halfway down her back, and her dress straps slipping off of her shoulders. The excitement on her face was tempered with apprehension in her touch as she placed her palms on Doug’s chest awaiting his next move.
“I love you, sweetheart,” he whispered just before capturing her lips under his own. Seeking only to soothe her nerves, he stroked his tongue over her soft skin, and then pushed his way into her sweet mouth.
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Alana…
It was the ultimate rush. She could feel the zip of anxiety over her skin and the fire of desire in her blood. Alana had never felt more human. In the past, Doug had tried to get her to join in, but each time, something held her back.
Ultimately, she feared rejection. What if she wasn’t passionate enough, or sexy enough, or thin enough for the crowd to want to watch? If she was honest with herself, her biggest fear was being rejected by the man who now watched her from a few feet away. She had no fear of rejection at the moment though, as he sat there taking her in with eyes that held green flames of need. Killian had always looked at her with appreciation, but never gave her any sign that he wanted her until tonight.
Tonight, he’d gone out of his way to lay his hand on her upper thigh during dinner. Doug had been occupied in conversation as his best friend made his desire known, but she didn’t feel guilty about it. She’d seen the looks Doug gave his business partner when he thought no one was watching, and she’d heard him call out Killian’s name in the darkness of their bedroom. So, she allowed herself to accept the pleasure Killian offered without a word.
His fingers had teased her skin through the thigh-high slit in her dress, and her thighs parted in an instinctive welcome. When his thick fingertip finally found her slit, she bit her own tongue to avoid begging him to finger fuck her then and there. He had only dallied for a moment before they were interrupted by the mass exodus at the end of the meal, but it was enough to light a bonfire in her belly. Even now, her thighs were damp with her own juices, and her clit was throbbing.
Doug drew her focus back to the present by nipping at her lower lip, and she felt her knees wobble underneath her. God, she loved it when he added a touch of pain. She could almost feel Killian’s eyes on her, and she wondered briefly if anyone else in the room was watching. She felt Doug slide her zipper the rest of the way down, until it rested at the top of her ass crack. The cool air whispered over her skin, and she shivered as the garment free from her body. It pooled at her feet leaving her standing in just a strapless black bra and panties, and a black garter belt holding up silk stockings. She held her breath when he bit the tendon at the juncture of her neck and shoulder, realizing that she was now nearly nude in front of Killian. It was a delicious, wanton feeling. She let her head fall backwards, giving Doug the room he needed to suckle and nip at her throat.
His hand slid over the curve of her belly to the spread of her thighs, and he brushed his knuckles across the lacy crotch of her panties, drawing the first moan from her throat. Blood pounded in her ears, and her eyes drifted closed as his other hand pushed the foam cups of her bra down, exposing her breasts to view. Her nipples tightened into sharp points, and he latched onto one sending her senses reeling.
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Killian…
Killian couldn’t believe his luck. For months he had rocked a hard-on for Alana and Doug. From the first time they attended one of his Lusty Fantasies parties, he’d always known they were destined to be his, and he was a patient man. He waited, and watched, easing them along the path he wanted them to walk until they were right here, right now.
With Doug sucking his wife’s tits a few feet in front of him, Killian tipped his glass, emptying the remaining half-inch of whiskey into his mouth and swallowing the burn. It was fortification for the control he was struggling to maintain. Right now, he wanted nothing more than to call the two of them to his side and force them both to their knees in front of him. After dipping his finger into Alana’s juicy pussy at dinner, he knew she would be more than willing, but how would Do
ug react? Would he fly off the handle if Killian shoved his cock in his face and told him to suck it?
One way or another, tonight they were going to find out. He was tired of waiting, and watching Alana with her wide eyes, and Doug with his flushed cheeks, as they explored their exhibitionist sides. It was time to up the ante, and expose their submissive nature, too.
Doug had tossed Alana’s bra completely aside so he could play with her tits. The long line of her spine and the sexy curve of her ass beckoned Killian, but he held his place and directed Doug to spin her around again.
His first view of her luscious breasts made his mouth water and his balls draw up tight. She had melon-sized tits with fat nipples that would look amazing pierced. They were a dusky rose color, with areolas the size of a half-dollar. Doug’s hands cupped her and she arched her back, pushing her breasts out to Killian.
It took everything he had to resist the offering.
They were drawing the attention of some of the other guests, but Killian knew that no one would interrupt or distract the two putting on the show. If nothing else, this group was a safe haven for exploration. Everyone here had indulged in a fetish or fantasy at one time or another. A private invitation was necessary to gain access, and upon stepping through the front door, each guest was required to sign a waiver and confidentiality agreement before they were allowed to join the party.
He wanted to protect his friends, but he was also protecting himself. One day soon he would sit atop the Fortune 500 list, and he’d be damned if a scandal would keep him from it.
Alana moaned and drew his attention back to the show. Doug was on his knees, pulling her panties over her hips, exposing her slit. Killian was pleased to see her bald pussy was dripping with need, and he rubbed at his own cock, mimicking Doug’s touch on her body.
The man seemed to know his wife’s body well as he suckled and nipped at various points on her inner thighs and down to the back of her knees. Wearing just the garter belt and hose now, Alana looked magnificent. Her plump lips were parted, and her firm tits lifted and fell with the increase in her breathing. She was a goddess among commoners, standing proudly before them displaying the passion filling her soul.