by Abbie Cole
I watch her eyes lower to the fly on my jeans and her little pink tongue flicks out to wet her lips.
“Don’t you find me the least bit attractive, Amelia?” I whisper, knowing she does. She stares at me all the time. And I’ve made damn sure she has seen me accidentally naked plenty of times to know what she has in store.
I lean in, my cock hard against her hip and capture her earlobe with my teeth, gripping her hips with my fingers. Then I whisper in her ear, “Well, don’t you?” My dick jumping excitedly as I grind it into the soft flesh of her belly.
I felt the hitch in her breath at my question and my sensual assault of her senses. Fire dances along my nerves as I wait for her reply.
I hold my breath as her palms land flat against my chest pushing me against the wall and without hesitation she slides down my body, lowering herself to her knees. With her face even with my crotch, she glances up through her lashes and says the sweetest words that I have ever heard come out of her mouth, “I’m going to make you come.”
God this is every one of my wildest fantasies. A hot girl on her knees eager to put my throbbing cock deep in her throat. Hell yeah. “Like what you see?”
She nods slowly, a light flush spreading over her cheeks at the same time her tongue flicks out to wet her lips again. She reaches out her hand cupping the bulge hiding behind my zipper. The look on her face that of a child waiting impatiently to unwrap a present.
Anticipation screams through my veins clawing at me as blood rushes hot straight to my cock. She reaches for my zipper and tugs in down past my massive erection making it quite obvious that I want her to unwrap me.
Cool air rushes to my heated skin as she pushes my jeans down. With her hands at my waist, my heart feels like it’s about to pound right out of my chest. She bites her lip as if she is about to devour one of her favorite meals, her pupils dilate with desire.
My rock-hard dick aches, almost painfully, jutting proudly, standing tall in rapt attention waiting for her soft touch.
“Wow, your cock is big and hard for me already.” But she doesn’t touch, she just cocks her head to the side and admires.
“All for you, baby.” Stroke me, please. I pray. I hope I didn’t say that out loud. I want it, but I don’t want to seem too desperate.
But she’s been teasing me all night long. Making sure I noticed her running her fingertips sensually down her collarbone, seductively licking her lips, accidentally rubbing her leg against mine as we ate dinner.
She knows exactly what she’s been doing to me all night and she’s obviously horny as hell wanting the same thing that I do.
I watch her gaze at my buoying cock as she releases it from the confines of my jeans.
“Yes, I do.” I reach out stroking my fingers softly down her jaw.
“You’re so gorgeous.” She tilts her head back to search my face, then gives me what I can only call a wicked smile.
“All I want is your red mouth wrapped around my cock.” Now!
When she finally touches my body my cock jumps. I groan at the contact almost shooting my come into her mouth right then and there as if I’m still a teenager.
She runs her hands over my bare hips; down past the quaking muscles in my abdomen, her fingers dancing through the black pubic hair at the base of my cock. My hips rock, I can’t stop them even if I try.
I draw in a sharp breath feeling lightheaded. Sizzling heat shoots down my spine as she finally grips my throbbing cock with her small hand, engorged and erect, I buck into her palm. She pumps up and down my length with her warm hand, scorching my flesh. I almost go out of my goddamned mind when she trails her tongue along the join where my torso meets my thigh, her tongue making a wet path over to my balls, kissing each one, then taking my balls into the heat of her mouth and suckling them, giving them extra attention.
I nearly shoot my load into her mouth right then. I shudder as she makes a slow drag with her tongue up then back down the full length before taking the crown of my cock into her mouth, flicking her tongue delicately over my weeping tip without saying another word.
I spread my legs wider, bracing myself, then standing still, a small throaty sound vibrating in my chest as a fine sheen of sweat breaks out over my body. “That’s it, baby, let me in all the way.” My words end on a moan when she groans with her mouth full of my cock.
Deep-throating me, I thrust almost touching the back of her throat and my senses go into overload, my head falls back, fighting a moan, the sensations of her sucking taking over everything.
I want to beg for more, but I force myself not to. I let her talented mouth take over, do what it wants.
She runs one hand down my thigh, around to grip my ass pressing me in further. Her tongue working magic as she glides it wetly over the broad head of my cock again, swirling her tongue around the sensitive ring, tonguing my slit, then sliding the tip along the sensitive vein on the underside of my rock-hard shaft.
Her eyes lift, heavy lidded, full of lust and gaze at me as she sucks my dick into her mouth, tugging, nibbling, teasing.
I draw in a sharp breath and hear myself beg. “Suck harder, Amelia. Fuck, yeah…”
Beg for more, my voice raw as I piston my cock deep into her mouth.
My body strung tight and the pleasure building was on the verge of being unbearable.
Her cheeks are rosy, her eyes closed as she makes a small growl in the back of her throat. Humming as she slowly allows my cock to slide out of her hot mouth. She scrapes me with her teeth as inch by pleasurable inch she releases me until her swollen lips surround only the bulging head of my cock and then she sucks hard on the crown.
God, she is good.
“Fuck yeah,” I murmur to myself as her talented mouth sucks me within an inch of my life. Her soft hands hold my balls, caressing them, rolling them in her sweet hands.
Suddenly my balls tighten, gripping her hair and shoving the full length of my cock down her throat as my orgasm looms imminently. I groan, closing my eyes, my body taut, aching, my head moving from side to side, my hips unconsciously pushing toward her.
“You’re driving me fucking crazy.”
I fist my hands into her silky blonde hair and force her to work to my rhythm. Her head bobs hard and fast as I fuck her throat, ravaging her mouth. Savoring the feel of my thick cock gripped by her throat, her lips a deep red ring around my cock. Her cheeks hollowed from sucking. The sucking sounds and the little whimpers that escape from her mouth, the humming vibrations sweet torture as my hips rock against her mouth.
I try my best not to squirm. My breathing growing labored, my nostrils flaring. “Fuck yeah.”
The night air crackles all around us.
She’s treating me so well. Better than I deserve. Her tongue caresses the bundle of nerves on the underside of my cock, my teeth gritting while she strokes, squeezes, and then sucks hard on the head and that’s all I need.
With a roaring in my ears I shoot down her throat, hear my own harsh breaths as I pulse deeply into her mouth, my entire body spasming with my mind-blowing orgasm.
Her hand works, massaging my balls, milking me as the orgasm pounds through me. She swallows every last drop of my come and when she’s done draining me, I nearly come again as I watch her throat working, swallowing.
I pull out of her mouth, my legs shaky, but I’m still rock hard.
Her pink tongue flicks out to lick her lips, still kneeling between my legs, I hook my hands beneath her arms, lifting her to her feet.
Kissing her thoroughly, letting my tongue explore her mouth as I taste my own salty flavor on her lips.
I feel a small smile of contentment spreading across her mouth.
“I told you we would eventually be lovers, Amelia.”
Her eyelids shoot up and with a chuckle she replies, “We’ll see.”
THEIR NAUGHTY MÉNAGE
I’VE ALWAYS BELIEVED THAT A LITTLE ANONYMITY CAN GO A LONG WAY. After all, when I look back at my college years and the sexual e
xperiences I’ve had, I don’t regret a single thing except that I should have had more of them. I believe we all have done some college experimenting even if it was not in college.
We’ve been married for five years and we are way past the honeymoon stage. Not that it’s a bad thing, quite natural in fact. I however am feeling a lack of the sexual thrill that we once shared on a daily basis several times a day.
All I hear and it’s possible I might be filtering out the other good stuff, are things like; you know you want it or suck it like I like it. It’s not that I’m unhappy being married, the comforts it provides outweigh the negative, but my animal nature has a yearning to be conquered. Thrown against the wall and fucked wildly as we did the first few years of our marriage.
Some of my friends say that their honeymoon stage only lasted for about a year so I should count myself lucky. Or should I count myself so lucky because I remember the wild sex more vividly than they do since it hasn’t been that long ago? Naturally, I love my husband but this urge hasn’t extinguished itself no matter how many times Matthew and I take a romp in the hay. I’ve tried every position imaginable and brought toys into the mix but nothing seems to put out the raging fire that’s consuming me.
Planning a trip for the weekend is a task I don’t mind one bit. Making a list and organizing the packing, or throwing things in a bag which seems to be the method Matthew prefers, is getting easier the more we travel. I suppose it’s like anything else, the more you do it the more it becomes second nature.
Speaking of nature, my natural urge for some form of new sexual adventure has heightened now to a point where I have no choice but to try out something new with my old man. I know he would be adamantly opposed to me experimenting sexually on my own, so I am doing my best to trick him into doing it together. As long as he thinks it’s his idea, I can sit back and be a good submissive wife.
After arriving at our destination, we spent the remainder of the day eating, watching a dolphin show and getting knock down drunk, which works right into my plans.
“Matthew, have you ever been to a strip club?” I lean languorously against his side. “I’ve always been curious what it would be like. I know it’s all women, but I thought if you would take me, I could at least experience it once in my life.” I run my tongue down his neck. “Unless it would make you feel too uncomfortable.” I giggle.
“I haven’t been to one since college, and then I only went one time. My buddies tricked me into going for my eighteenth birthday.”
I sat back, looking into his eyes. “I don’t think you’ve ever told me that story before.”
He leaned down kissing me lightly on my lips. “That’s because you were so wild when you were younger. I was afraid you would laugh at me.”
“I would never laugh at you, baby.” I chuckle. “Well, I would laugh with you.”
“My friends woke me out of a deep sleep and practically forced me into their car. They said they wanted to take me out for breakfast, but the next thing I know we’re pulling into the parking lot of a strip club. I wasn’t old enough to drink yet, so we just sat around looking at all the naked women. Then out of the blue, I heard my name being called from the stage. I was so embarrassed. I knew I was probably going to shoot my load right there on stage in front of the whole crowd.”
“Who wouldn’t with a naked girl grinding in their lap?” I straddle his legs feeling the bulge of an emerging erection, rotating my hips over his cock. “Wow, you’re getting turned on just talking about it.”
He groans as I rock my throbbing pussy over his lap.
“Stop, or I won’t be able to finish the story.” He swats my ass.
“Fine.” I hop off and sit beside him.
“They told me to sit on my hands so that I couldn’t touch any of the naked women dancing around me and on me.”
I jump up on my knees next to him. “I can’t believe you never told me you’ve had a lap dance!”
“Because it was horrible!”
“Really?”
“How would you feel about having some strange woman’s naked pussy inches from your face and mouth? I felt bad for them actually since my girlfriend was better looking than any of them.”
“Aww…”
He knocks me lightly on the shoulder. “That’s the only experience I’ve had in a club like that.” He shrugs his shoulders like it meant nothing, but I can tell that it did.
So armored with this new information, I ask again. I know that whenever I ask him to try something new with me he’s always game.
“So, would you mind taking me to one of the clubs? That way I can at least say I’ve been once in my life. I would never go without you and besides we can just stay for five minutes and then leave.”
“Sure, whatever, I don’t care. If you feel that your life will be incomplete if I don’t take you into a damn strip club, then I say we go for it.”
Now I wouldn’t say that I’m bisexual, but I’m not afraid to say whether another woman is attractive or not. And somewhere deep inside I do get an unexplainable rush when I see another woman naked. I’ve always wondered what it would be like to share Matthew with another woman. In my mind I can picture him eating one of us out while the other one rides his cock. I’m so totally turned on right now. Maybe I’ll fulfill my secret desire to suck on her lips and tongue or on her breasts.
I get tingly when I think about sucking a woman’s nipple into my mouth and gliding my tongue over the hardened tip. I’ve no idea where that thought came from, but taking Matthew to a strip club would be one step closer in that direction and what do I have to lose? After all, if I make it his idea, I’m just following his lead.
So, the first thing I do is make sure I am prepared before we even leave home. I want to have options if the opportunity presents itself. I do some research online finding a strip club not too far from our hotel, checking to make sure it isn’t too skanky and voilà!
Matthew grabs my hand as we walk in the door, pay our cover charge and grab some drinks. I squirm in my seat as I take a sip. A sizzle of excitement skitters down my spine as I watch all the naked women walking around the club.
I gaze around the room counting about ten strippers on the stage and most of them are very attractive.
Matthew’s not even paying attention. He’s playing around on his tablet while I take in the room.
I talk Matthew into sitting closer to the stage, so we down our drinks and sit at a table where we can see everything.
I’ve never thought of myself as a nymphomaniac, but after having a few drinks, my inhibitions are practically non-existent.
I shoot a glance at my husband. “So, do you find any of the women attractive?” My breath coming in short puffs of air as I slant my eyes towards the stage.
I’m already aroused. The heat between my legs is becoming unbearable as I imagine Matthew fucking me with his huge cock and eating out someone else at the same time.
He shrugs again. “Not really, they all sort of look the same.” His eyebrow slightly rises as he asks. Almost as if in a challenging way, or least I am taking it that way. “Have you seen enough or do you want to stay a little bit longer, Joy?”
“I’m fine,” I answer, not taking my eyes off the stage. “I say we stay for at least another drink before we head back.” He knows me. He knows when I’m turned on, so if this is him testing me I want to make sure that I pass. Besides, I’m determined to fulfill one of my secret fantasies tonight.
“Matthew if my life depended on it, which girl in here would you want to sleep with to save me? Keep in mind my life depends on it.”
He only shrugs, but starts throwing out comments about different dancers. What he finds attractive and what turns him off.
We talk and drink some more until I feel a little sloppy. I lay my hand on his leg, running it softly up his thigh and grab his dick under the table. “Come on baby,” I hear the desperation in my voice. “I’m your wife, you can tell me. Just imagine I’m one of your buddies.
Tell me who turns you on.”
“Fine,” he finally says after a little more coaxing. He points to a little red head that stands a little over five foot and who’s very hot. She looks like a picture of his former girlfriend before we got together.
“You still have the hots for Kelly, don’t you?”
“No.”
So before I lose my nerve, I call the dancer over as they exit the stage during intermission. “My husband finds you attractive and I was thinking about getting him a private dance.”
She shocked me, by placing her hand over mine, “I was hoping it was for you.”
“Really?” I look at my husband, trying to gauge his reaction.
His eyes widened at her announcement.
“My name’s Kyla.”
“My names Joy and this is my husband, Matthew.”
“I saw the two of you when you walked in. I hoped that you guys were just friends.” She turns to Matthew. “I hope that doesn’t offend you, honey.”
I watch as Matthew shakes his head. “I think my wife is smokin’ hot too.”
I like how Matthew is getting into it. His eyes have darkened and I can see his pulse beating in his neck.
“You have a gorgeous husband.” Kyla eyed him up and down. “I wouldn’t mind giving him a private dance, but what would be even better would be to give you both a private dance at the same time.”
Oh my god! Did she just say what I thought she said? I can see Matthew’s cheeks turning a little red, but based on the rapid pulse beating in his neck, he’s obviously not too put off by the situation. I can’t think of a single man that I know who wouldn’t jump at the chance to fuck two women at once. We wouldn’t be the first married couple that added a little spice to the mix.
“So, Kyla, you’ve been staring at my wife all night and you want to lick her pussy, but because I’m here you’ll throw me in for a fuck?”
Matthew’s pretty laid back, but he can also be very direct. In this case, he noticeably needs a definitive answer from Kyla.