He lowered his eyebrows in scrutiny. "Something wrong? Thought you'd like this?"
"Oh, it's fine, I just…" Just like that, she seemed tongue-tied.
"You just what?"
I just can't talk. Like duh. "I…wanted to talk."
His look grew even more serious. "Is everything all right?"
She nodded quickly. "Yes, but—"
"Now isn't the time for sex, you mean?" He looked disappointed.
She wanted to laugh and cry at the same time. He was so simple and sweet that she felt bad for ruining his moment. "No, no, sex is fine." She paused a moment, breathing a few times to order her thoughts. "That's what I wanted to talk about, anyway."
"Oh." He looked unsure. "Can I try this on you…while we're talking?"
She laughed nervously. "Sure…I guess so." She wanted to sound flippant to hide her eagerness at trying the new thing. She didn't want him thinking she'd prefer toys over him.
His smile brightened. He unraveled the thin cord and plugged the AC adaptor into the wall.
She watched him lube up the dildo with light olive oil. I wonder if he'd lube up Roger's dick like that? She giggled.
He looked serious. "What?"
"Having fun?"
"Huh? Oh. Shut up."
It broke the ice and she felt easier floating within the intimacy they shared.
He turned it on and a quiet humming filled her ears.
What's this going to be like? Fun? Boring? Juvenile? Do I really need a dildo like this when I have the real thing?
He climbed onto the bed naked and settled next to her. "So…" He touched the dildo to her clit and pushed it down.
The cold surface shocked her at first and she yelped.
His look was frantic. "Too much vibration?"
She laughed. "No, it's cold."
He looked relieved. "Oh. It'll warm up."
Easy for you to say. But her pussy was demanding her attention. Just as with the bullet, vibrating wonders sent shivers through her as he moved it over her clit and opening. She could feel warmth spread in her pussy. She gasped quietly.
"Like that?"
She was watching him move the life-like dick over her most private area. Wow, this is kind of fun.
"So what did you want to talk about?" His smile was welcoming.
Great, tease me with that thing and expect me to talk? "Um…" She reflexively grabbed onto her husband's cock and began stroking. He hardened rapidly and his firming had the same effect in her mind. She closed her eyes and said, "What…"
He moved the vibrating head all around her opening.
Fuck that feels great. She panted. "What if…I did this thing…once?"
He sounded disappointed. "You don't really like this? I thought you—"
"This? No, the dildo is fine."
"You like it?" He sounded hopeful. He began pushing the head in.
Would you shut up and let me talk? "Yes." She gasped as it began stretching her open and vibrating her inner lips. "But I wanted to talk about your fantasy."
The dildo froze, though it still sent amazing shivers up her back and arms. "Oh."
"What if I agreed to do it once…with Roger?"
Bill's cock flexed dramatically and his breathing became a pant. "What about it?" He began moving the dildo in jerks – his hand shaking so hard it was almost out of control.
"If I did, would it be enough?" She felt the dildo sliding in and moaned after her question. Would Roger's feel like this? No, it wouldn't feel like hard rubber. It would be like skin and soft to the touch, and hot.
Bill jerked. "Ack!"
Her husband's response threw her. "What?"
He grunted and groaned.
Then she realized his cock was flexing and spurting in her hand. "Oh, my…"
~ ~ ~
"Two cinna—"
Candi waved her off. "Like I don't know what you want. Piff."
Beth glowered. "You need a spanking."
Candi's face lit up and her eyes flashed. "Think so?"
Oh my god, is everyone into getting spanked? "Just give me the coffee."
The girl's face went neutral and she poured the cups.
Beth carried them back.
Lynne was tearing a page out of the crossword puzzle booklet and crumpling it in anger.
"Something wrong?" She set one cup down.
A strangled cry of frustration from her friend emphasized her mood. "Sometimes I think the people that construct these and give the hints are retarded." She threw the wad angrily into the trash. "What's a thirteen-letter word for Star Wars? Give me a break."
Beth snorted. "Why torture yourself?"
Lynne stood. She waved dismissively at the booklet. "It's just something to do."
She held out her hand traffic-cop style. "Well, don't think my…um…is going to be the next entertainment today."
Lynne leaned her head back and laughed. Then she brought it down and covered her mouth – her face turning red. She waved to the chair and shut the office door.
Beth pointed a warning finger.
Her friend wiped at her nose and sat back down in her own chair. "Thanks." She indicated the cup.
Settling back with coffee in hands, she said, "I talked to Bill last night."
A slight freeze in her posture and a glance over at the counter where she had made Beth cum the previous day preceded her response. "Oh?"
"Not about that."
"Have you ever told him?"
"Oh, well, yes."
"He didn't have a problem…?"
Beth shook her head. "No." Why when I want to say something does everyone else have something to say before me?
"So what about?"
Thank you, Lynne, I love you, too. "About Roger's fantasy. And Bill's."
"Mine, too, for that matter." It was muttered behind her coffee cup.
But her friend's words bolstered her determination. "I asked Bill if once would be enough."
"Once?"
"Being with Roger."
Lynne sat up very straight, almost quivering with attention. "What did he say?"
"He didn't."
"Huh?"
Beth giggled. "He came."
"Oh." Lynne laughed. "I know, right? Sometimes I say your name and Roger's hosing me down."
Both shared some furtive glances at each other for a few seconds.
Beth said, "If I agree to this, for one time, would that be enough for Roger?"
"Would it be enough for Bill?" There was something else in her words, but Beth couldn't decipher it.
"He says it would."
Lynne's eyebrows quirked up ever so slightly. "You'd be willing to…?"
She breathed in a deep breath and let it out. I'm curious. I wonder if it's enough to end the fantasy. Once fulfilled, it becomes boring, right? But I also want to know… "I might…" I need to know what happens. I need to know if it's all as fun as everyone else makes it sound. I need to know…what Roger's cock feels like. Damn, I've dreamt about it! "I'm willing to try it, once. To satisfy everyone." Including my curiosity.
Never before in Beth's memory had Lynne's face lit up with a mixture of such hope, love, and connection.
CHAPTER 12
Beth fiddled nervously. I can't believe I'm doing this. Should I back out? Can I? Her pussy sent aches of negation through her. No, I can't. More than I thought, I need this. I need to know.
Bill looked over as they drove. "You okay?"
"Nervous, I guess."
He nodded slow, acknowledging her without words.
They had talked for days. Rules, boundaries, what ifs, do and don'ts. Beth felt as if she had been being trained for a new job.
How is this all going to turn out? Badly? Goodly? Will I freeze up and disappoint everyone? She trembled with fear, hoping she could go through with it. It's just one time. Maybe I can close my eyes and pretend it's Bill.
Roger and Lynne's house was less than two blocks away. She felt the mounting pressure the closer
they got.
Bill's smile was reassuring. "Relax, you're about to have a lot of fun."
She closed her eyes. I can get through this. It'll be just like being with my husband. I can close my eyes and imagine it's him when it's happening. The ramming will be familiar and all I have to do is lay there. It'll be done.
Her husband interrupted her careful planning. "I still don't like not being in there."
"He didn't want an audience. I'm not sure I can perform like some stage actor, either."
"You'll have to tell me everything."
I'm glad this is a one-time thing. My nerves can't handle this. "Sure…" Why did I ever agree to go through with this? How do other women do it?
The looming of the house made her pussy twitch and develop an ache. I'm coming here to get fucked, and yet it feels as if it's my execution. Her body began to tremble. I can do this. I can do it and get it over with.
The steps up to the front door felt like her last.
If this isn't over soon, I'll never be able to walk again. I'll have to crawl on my knees for the rest of my life.
Her husband gave her a reassuring squeeze. "You look beautiful."
She tried to draw a breath as they neared the door. "I don't know if I can do this."
His kiss to the side of her head calmed her a little. "Relax. Have some fun."
Ha, there's no way that's going to happen considering the wrecked state I'm in. I'll be lucky to not pass out.
His knock was followed almost immediately by Roger's answer.
Lynne's husband stood there at the door, looking eager. He glanced at Beth with a wide smile and then immediately turned his attention to Bill. He gave a slight nod and held out his hand. "Bill."
"Hey, Roger." Her husband shook his hand firmly. They stood there for a second, hands clasped, something passing between them behind their smiles – something bonding.
Lynne peeked around Roger's shoulder. "Are you two going to kiss or something? Let them in."
Roger chuckled and moved aside. His gesture to enter gave Beth a sense of relief that bewildered her.
At least I won't collapse out here on their doorstep next to the potted plant. It was painted with a smiling kitten. She could see it now, headlines blaring "Woman Dies Next to Kitten Potter."
She tried to maintain something of a neutral face when she entered.
Lynne grabbed her arm. "We'll be in the kitchen a moment. You two can go back to making eyes at each other."
Bill laughed.
Roger looked irked.
Beth felt a bubble of hilarity threaten to wreck her composure and flail wildly out of control.
"Come on." Lynne said in her ear.
She let herself be guided into the kitchen. I'm definitely not hungry. Why are we in here?
Her friend turned to face her. "Are you okay? You look deathly pale."
She inhaled the kitchen scents, trying to connect with some familiarity and maintain a grip. The faux brick paneling offered her some sense of comfort and her nerves began to steady. That paneling really is very nice… The kitchen felt cozy.
"Do you need something to eat?"
Beth's stomach lurched. "Um, no. I'm just a little nervous."
"I wish I could be in there for you, but he won't hear of it. Says the one-time thing should be private."
Who makes up these things? "I don't think I could do this with an audience."
Her friend searched her face. "I understand. Disappointed, but I understand. I'd probably feel the same in your position."
~ ~ ~
Beth watched Roger's gesture toward the master bedroom. This is it. She was hugging herself as if cold. In fact, she did feel cold. But her pussy was gnawing at her, wet with determination to do something she shouldn't. She took a step under her husband's watchful eyes. His smile might normally have been reassuring. She stopped and locked eyes with his wonderful and caring gaze. Save me from this.
Lynne was smiling eagerly and nodded to her with a wink. She was sitting next to Bill on the couch, watching.
But Beth was looking at her husband. Okay, he wants me to do this. I'll do it for him. Her pussy clamped with heat. She took another step and her gaze left her husband to look at Roger.
He seemed at ease, though his jeans held a very noticeable bulge in them. He was already excited.
What will it look like? She stepped more smoothly, going to him and past him – heading down the hall to get this all over with. Will he make a face when he sees me naked? Will I be able to hold back the tears?
He followed her.
She stood in their bedroom and looked at the bed. I can do this. But her body trembled just as if she were standing on a cliff ready to jump off and hang-glide.
Roger's hand touched her shoulder. "Nervous?"
She nodded with a jerking convulsion. "A little." She tried to laugh it off.
"Don't be." He began unbuttoning his jeans.
Yes, let's hurry this up. She turned away, unbuttoning her blouse. She began undressing. She removed her blouse, jeans, and bra. Wondering if she should be completely naked, she turned to face him in her panties. Will he be scowling?
His eyes were locked on her. His smile said he very much approved.
She went from feeling completely embarrassed to amazed. He was gorgeous. Dark hair brushed back, his razor stubble accented his black eyes. She had never seen him look so ravishing. It was the same old Roger, but with his clothes off, the image stunned her. His chest was well-sprinkled with dark hair and his constant bike-riding showed in his sculpted form.
She blinked, looking down.
He smiled and came closer.
Her mouth dropped open, not because his cock was something monstrous, but that it looked so much like her husband's. It was well-formed and straight, and also erect. It was pointing at her, the helmet swollen and ready. She felt her insides wet even more. His cock was longer than her husband's by an inch or so, and just as thick.
He was grinning. "You can touch it."
Is that what I'm supposed to do? It looks like Bill's. Just do it. She tentatively reached a hand out and gripped his shaft. The electrifying shock that surged through her stunned her. It was hot and throbbing and that fact caused her some confusion. What did I expect? Cold like the dildo?
Roger's hand came up and cupped a breast, his thumb playing over the nipple and sending harder shivers down her spine. "You're beautiful."
His words echoed her husband's of just a half hour before. A warmth spread through her, contrasting with the cold shivers in her extremities. She was standing there almost naked with a naked man's cock in her hand that didn't belong to her husband. She almost glanced at the closed bedroom door. The lure of naughtiness rushed up on her and she stroked him a little. She looked up into his eyes.
He pulled her in and hugged her.
His scent was different than her husband's and she smelled the distinct aroma of Ivory soap. She and Bill used Kirk's Castile. She felt his skin press into hers, his cock up between them and hot. She lost her steadiness and clutched him, her knees going weak.
His hand stroked her back and he held her there for a few minutes.
She began to feel a lot warmer but her trembling remained. I can't believe I'm standing here naked with another man while my husband is waiting outside the bedroom. This is too weird. But her pussy was wet, hot, and aching. The need gnawed at her insides, demanding action.
Roger moved her to the bed and gently lowered her. Then he removed her panties.
She studied his face, watching worriedly for disapproval.
His eyes became brighter and his smile widened. "You don't know how much I've dreamed of this, Beth. Thank you."
She wanted to laugh. He's thanking me? She wanted to cry in appreciation of his gratitude. She wanted to run from the room in fright. But most of all, she wanted to know. She spread her legs in invitation.
Expecting him to get on and do it, he surprised her by getting down quickly between her thighs.
He pressed his face into her pussy and she gasped as if dunked in a cold pool. His tongue licked up flat and hot against her clit, sending swooning swirls up to her brain.
She dropped her mouth open and closed her eyes – unable to even think.
The soft texture of his tongue wormed over her clit and all along her folds causing waves of pleasure and warmth.
"You even taste good." He chuckled and inserted fingers into her pussy. "You're so wet…"
"I'm sorry."
He laughed louder. "Sorry for what? I'm glad you're excited."
"Oh…" You are? I am? I guess I am.
His tongue licked her again and began sending her spinning through warm and silky passages of passion.
She heard herself gasping. She felt her hips moving. But she had no control; his tongue was paralyzing her. His fingers pushing in her were robbing her of the will to move.
He moved up as she spun slowly in her mind.
She felt him coming nearer, over her. She realized at that moment that she felt peaceful. The trembles were still there, but different. Instead of nervous, they were now filled with anticipation.
He was over her, smiling and hungry.
She felt the press and push of his cock at her pussy. Her lips spread easily and she felt the sliding movement as his helmet stretched her open and entered. She opened her mouth in wonder as his thickness began sliding in and filling her.
She steeled herself for the push she was so used to, but he was different. Instead of ramming it all the way in like Bill did, Roger went slow. She felt the delicious ache of her pussy encompassing his slow insertion. It was almost like the blossoming of a flower – measured and deliberate without being violent. Her pussy filled, opening for him and taking him in.
Roger let out a long and happy sigh. "Your pussy feels fantastic, Beth."
His words made her feel so happy. "You like it?"
His answer was to pull out.
She whimpered in loss, that hollow ache demanding the comforting feel of his thickness back in her.
He said, "I love it. It's everything I'd dreamed about." He slid back in, just as slow, filling her with his shaft and his passion. His head came down and he settled on her, holding his chest off her with his elbows. His lips came down and met hers, completing the circuit of lust.
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