by N'Tyse
Thank goodness I had to wash my hair that night anyway. He took me doggy-style before I had a chance to protest or say a word of anything. I had to use my hands against the wall of the shower to brace myself as he pounded into my pussy like a fucking jackhammer, growling like a beast in heat, almost gaining strength from hearing my unbridled screams as the water cascaded unmercifully down our bodies.
My pussy tingled at the thought as my hand made its way down to my sore and swollen folds, softly massaging them as I finished lathering my body. God, that boy was so damn good, I whispered to no one as I stepped out of the shower and grabbed my towel.
I moved to my wonderfully large, California King-sized bed with cocoa butter lotion in hand and began my pampering routine. I always loved my bed. I picked it out personally because of its dark-brown lacquered oak pilasters that held the canopy top in place no matter how rough the sex got on the mattress. I had a thing for snakes, so the serpentine design that slinked its way down each post got me wet every time I touched them. Of course, the plushness of the mattress was to die for, and came in handy when I wanted to go the distance and not worry about my knees taking too much damage.
There weren’t too many women who admitted to their love of masturbation, especially when they got some on the regular. Don’t get me wrong; I fucked my husband like a porn star—when he’s home long enough for me to fuck him, of course—but that really had nothing to do with it. Sometimes a woman had to get in touch with herself and really feel what turned her on so she could tell her lover or lovers exactly what got her off. Even when I put it down on him or he worked me like a part-time job, I still found myself quickly slipping my fingers between my thighs once he went to the bathroom to shower.
Once in bed, I tried my best to make sure every inch of my body was silky smooth, but my mind continued to replay the images, and my body responded quickly. I fingered and pinched my fully engorged nipples, so sensitive that if anyone spent any amount of time sucking and nibbling I would certainly explode.
I tugged lightly at my right nipple, feeling it stiffen between my fingertips and thumb as I rolled and tweaked. My other hand moved down to my still-swollen labia, my fingers finding my clit immediately. I smirked as my clit responded to the thoughts of taking Shawn’s thick, sweet juices down my throat. I wanted something in my mouth badly, but once I felt my juices slide down into the crack of my ass, and there was no turning back.
Then I remembered my B.O.B.
Actually, “he” wasn’t battery operated, per se.
“He” was my Hitachi Wand. When I needed to really have a mind-blowing climax, “he” never let me down!
I picked it up and turned it on. I swore my entire arm began to tremble with the intense vibration. Instantly, I grinned; this was what I needed to make me explode! Nestling “him” between my thighs, the vibration shook me immediately. I didn’t care if it actually touched my clit; I couldn’t wait for the familiar buzz to take me over the edge. “He” really began to take hold of my pleasure, resting just beneath my clit and ever so snugly against my slick, wet slit.
I didn’t bother to stifle my screams as “he” began to put in some real work. My head jerked back against my pillow with each jolt through my clit. My back arched uncontrollably and for a moment, I thought I might pass out from the intensity surging through my body. I fought every urge to close my legs around “him” and ride the express to orgasmic bliss while simultaneously trying to keep from pushing “him” away from me. The pleasure threatened to make me see stars. Oh my God, it felt so fucking good!
Never before had I felt my clit rise from its hood so quickly. Both of my hands were holding, trying to keep control of “him” as best they could. I rolled my hips and moaned loudly as “he” pressed deliciously between my clit and my misty, slippery opening. Before long, my mind replaced “him” with Shawn, which only intensified the pleasure I felt coursing through me.
Fuck me, baby; come on, that’s it, harder, baby! I continued to shout at Shawn, knowing full well he was at home relaxing from the workout we went through last night. Damn, that’s my spot; get it, baby!
The waves began to crest and I was ready for the mind-blowing crash as I held “him” in place for what seemed like an eternity. My hips undulated, desperately trying to catch the wave at the right moment so I could scream to the heavens that I was there and there was not a force on this planet that could stop the deluge.
I was near the point of no return…I was ready to welcome the thousand little deaths with open arms and legs, when I heard an unexpected voice slam through the clouds and thunder with the force of a sledgehammer.
“If I’d known I would come home to this, I would have come home sooner.”
“I thought you were out of town?”
My husband stood at the foot of our bed with this slick smile on his face. His eyes locked with mine as I struggled to cover up like I was a teenager who had been caught by her father when she thought she was alone in the house. He was the last person I expected to walk in unannounced, especially when I thought he was gone first thing this morning.
“I canceled the flight and handled the merger by video conference,” Calvin replied, looking somewhat disappointed that I wasn’t exactly happy to see him.
I was in the middle of the mother of all orgasms, only to be rudely and abruptly interrupted out of the blue and caught by surprise. I didn’t know any woman that would be happy after that.
I noticed the dejected look on his face and tried my best to recover a little bit by showing myself off and hoping he would get the hint. “Come here, honey, don’t you want a taste while it’s nice and slick and smooth for you?”
The answer to that question came in watching him wink at me before walking into the bathroom to shower.
Really?
“So, you’re just going to turn it down like you can get it anytime you want!?!?!” I angrily shouted into the bathroom after him. Normally, it wouldn’t have bothered me, especially when I just got fucked so well by Shawn last night, but I was honestly feeling greedy and it had been a few weeks since the last time we were intimate, much less had sex. “What’s so important that you don’t have time to handle your wife?!?!”
“Honestly, I wanted some of you, Nic.” He turned in my direction, offering up a defeatist smile. “But you kinda ruined the mood when you looked at me as if I’d just taken away your best friend.”
I wanted to crawl back under the covers and hope for a do-over. Damn. Smooth move, Nic.
“Come on, Daddy, please? I haven’t had that good dick in so long.” I tried to sound like I really needed to have him, which wasn’t a complete lie. It looked like it had started to work when his cell phone rang. Fuck.
He walked to where he’d left his phone on the bed, ignoring the look on my face, imploring him to ignore it. “What time do they want to meet? Okay, tell them I’ll be on video conference in fifteen minutes.”
As he hurriedly turned on the shower, I tried again to persuade him, doing my best to not sound needy as hell, but I knew I was going to fail miserably. I needed him to balance me. “Can I suck him while you’re in the video conference like we used to? I promise I’ll only suck you deep when you’re not talking.”
The look on his face was priceless as he stopped in his tracks to consider my proposal. He was mine for the taking, even if it was a 68-and-I’ll-owe-you-one-later.
I walked to him prepared to suck him so deep he would forgo the shower and fuck me instead…when the funniest thing happened.
My cell phone started ringing.
Dammit!
Only one person would have had the nerve or the guts to call my cell phone when I wasn’t at the foundation, and that was Isabella.
“Yes?” I snapped as I picked up the phone.
“Mrs. Berkeley, I’m sorry to interrupt, but there’s a Samantha Gibson that has been trying to reach you about a fundraiser that you committed to for later on this weekend,” she calmly responded, even as she
knew from my tone that I did not want to be disturbed. “She had some last-minute changes that she wanted to go through with you, and she didn’t want anyone else.”
“Fine, Isabella, please give her my work cell phone number, please?” I huffed, irritated that once again work would keep my husband and me from screwing each other’s brains out.
About ten minutes later, Samantha Gibson was on the other side of my Bluetooth.
Sam and I go back about twenty years or so when we were in college together. We crossed together as sorors and kept up with each other ever since graduation. Her husband was a big-time art director; every so often, I would sponsor fundraisers for the gallery that he owned, which was becoming the hottest ticket in the circles we ran in. We used to do some wild shit when we were younger, though; going to swingers clubs, private parties and things like that. We never really grew out of it, sometimes doing some same-room activities of a lewd and lascivious nature, one as recently as a couple of weeks ago, if you get my drift?
But that was then, this was now, and we were supposed to be upstanding pillars of high society and such. You know, the ones that everyone was supposed to look up to?
Yeah, right.
The truth of the matter was I kept Samantha close so I could keep up with what she was doing. She was always up to something, and when she found out about my wanton proclivities, she wanted in on the action, sort of a “sisters in sin” type of situation. I knew better; she always wanted what I had, and that included my husband, despite the high-powered one that she was married to.
Friends close, enemies closer…
As far as my association with Samantha Gibson was concerned, she was a frenemy until the bitter end.
“What’s up, girl; I wanted to run these changes by you for the gallery’s exhibition on Saturday,” Samantha chimed over the earpiece. “I sent the guest list to you by email just now, and I wanted to make sure that all was on the level.”
I looked at the list, and there was nothing that would make me do a double-take, so to speak. I had a suspicion that I was about to be set up for something, but I wasn’t sure what it was. Sam didn’t have to call me about this mess.
“Okay, Sam, what’s the call really about?” I cut in while she tried to monologue. “You could have sent this and kept it moving.”
There was a quick pause before Sam went into gossip mode. “Okay, Nic, I could never put one over on you. Word on the street has it that you were escorted home by a fine piece of meat last night and he didn’t leave until earlier this morning.”
It wasn’t hard to figure out whose “word” got on the street. Rick ran his mouth to the boys at the limo service. Traitor. I made a mental note to have him replaced as my driver as soon as I hung up the phone.
“Well, if you must know, Calvin had one of his interns escort me home, and he slept in one of the spare bedrooms downstairs,” I lied through my teeth. I was damn good at it, especially considering the past sidepieces I’d had over the past ten years. “And don’t bullshit me, Sam. I already know who put the word out there. He’s a little pissed that he thinks that I fucked him last night.”
“Well, did you?” Samantha continued to press me. “I know I would have had him saddled up and ready to ride, based on the description alone!”
“Yeah, like I’m going to tell you if I did or didn’t, so you can try to rope him in, too?” I seethed. “I thought you were comfy with that new artist that your husband put on the fast track to super-stardom for the past few months.”
“Chile, please, you know how it is with artists,” Samantha scoffed. “I got bored with him within a month because he can’t fuck worth a shit. All that body and he had no idea how to work it. Sad.”
I giggled to myself; I remembered having some of those over the years. “One-and-dones,” I called them.
I continued my explanation of what had happened to keep her at bay. “Anyway, he was a gentleman, and I had my former driver take him home after he tried to check me like he was Calvin. He must have found out and decided it would be fun to burn me. He doesn’t know who he’s fucking with. I’ll have him blacklisted before the weekend gets good.”
“Former driver? Damn, remind me not to ever get on your bad side.”
“Well, when you stop trying to figure out my movements, you won’t have to worry about getting on my bad side, Sam.”
“Whatever, trick, we’ve been doing dirt for too long for you to start making threats.”
She had a point, and I knew it. We kept each other’s secrets buried deep. I would probably regret it one day, but I wasn’t about to worry about that now. Although I never signed a pre-nup because we were broke as fuck before Calvin began to build his empire, there was no need to. But that didn’t mean that I didn’t have a lot to lose if she decided she wanted to reveal a couple of indiscretions that he didn’t know about. We may be swingers, but that doesn’t mean the ability to cheat wasn’t possible.
If Samantha tried to burn me, she’d compromise herself in the process; we had a propensity to share the same men from time to time, and that included some of the ones I kept buried in the closet.
Look, I never said I was a saint, okay?
She couldn’t afford to divorce her husband any more than I could afford to divorce mine. The only difference between us was her husband made his millions before she married him, so she had a pre-nup hanging over her head.
That didn’t stop either of us from stacking the stable.
“Okay, so I fucked him. Happy?”
“Yes, bitch, I’m happy; I had been dying to tell you about the piece I had last night, too. I wasn’t about to be the only whore in the city.”
As I listened to her yap about the newest artist that she seemed to always have a weakness for fucking, I waltzed into my husband’s office while he was in the midst of his video conference, dropped to my knees and crawled under the desk while no one noticed I had entered the room, and began to give him a more satisfying oral presentation than the one that he was listening to. He tried his best to push me off without giving me away to the other folks on the feed, but I wasn’t about to be denied. I got what I wanted, and I wanted his beautiful dick in my mouth until his video conference was over.
“Sam, I’m gonna have to call you back. I forgot about this oral presentation and potential merger that I needed to take care of. I’ll see you on Saturday, okay?” I whispered low enough for her to hear me and hung up before she could respond. I had more interesting matters to take into my hands.
Oh my God, I loved the way he smelled when he was freshly showered. The freshness of the body wash on his skin stirred my already awakened senses. I wished I could explain how much satisfaction I get out of sucking dick, especially my husband’s dick, but the reason was his reaction to me doing it turned me on so much, my pussy began to ache at the thought of it.
I ran my tongue down the length of his hardness and took it into my mouth as he continued his video conference, trying desperately to keep from alerting anyone to my presence. I sucked it as it swelled in my mouth, pressing the head against the back of my throat. I knew it excited him to have this naughty, nasty action going on under his desk as he tried his best to keep his wits about him, but it wasn’t about him anymore. I did not appreciate being dismissed when I was upstairs and I wanted to be greedy with my husband after almost having the most intense orgasm. My plan was to take my dick the moment the meeting was over, getting my back blown out if I got what I wanted.
I was gonna get what I wanted, whether he wanted me to have it or not.
I struggled to take a deep breath around the thickness in my throat and swallowed hard. I loved the way it filled my throat. I felt my juices flowing down my thighs as I tasted the salty warmth of his pre-cum on my tongue, and I knew it would only be a matter of time before his pending eruption would welcome my waiting mouth.
“Meeting is adjourned, ladies and gentlemen; I will see you later in the week,” I heard him say as I heard the monitor turn off a
nd a low growl escape from his mouth.
Yeah, now the real fun could begin!
My inner slut showed herself as I felt his palms find the back of my head as I hungrily suckled my husband. He slid from under the desk and stood up, watching in amazement as I never let go of his dick nor did I stop sucking him. He was going to bend to my will this time. I took his hands out of my hair, subtly letting him know that he wasn’t in control right now and I would let him know when he could take over. His grunts became more intense as he tried to take my hair in his hands again, but I slapped them away each time, never once slowing my strokes.
I grabbed the base of his shaft with my left hand, cupped his balls with my right hand, and lavished them with my tongue as I stroked his dick. I nearly went crazy when he managed to grab a fistful of my hair and tore my ravenous mouth from his balls and forced it back onto his head. I knew then he planned to give me what I wanted, and I wanted his eruption, all of it. Realizing that we were alone and no one could hear either of us, I pulled back defiantly and spat on it. He pulled my hair back and exposed my face so he could slap my cheek with it. Damn, he was so nasty, and the smile on my face and the hunger in my eyes only encouraged him further. It made a delicious sound as I kept my mouth open, waiting for him to force it back in before I could catch my breath, burying it again deep down my throat.
His movements became much more deliberate now that he wasn’t constrained from the meeting any longer, and the pace quickened. His grip on my hair tightened as he pressed my face into his groin and I felt his dick pulsating on my tongue. He groaned and threw his head back in a grimace as he exploded down my throat. Tears came to my eyes as I gulped and gasped for air at the same time. He released my hair and I fell forward into a steady suckle as I drained every drop he had to give. I heard him sigh and felt his body relax in the chair. I finally withdrew my mouth and licked the length of his spent member again. I grinned up at his spent expression as I relished my victory.
That’s what he got for trying to keep my prized possession from me.