“I love you,” Dale said.
“Oh, I most definitely love you back,” Theresa replied against his lips.
They kissed some more.
Dale finally broke the kiss and moved away. “Just relax.”
She heard him walk across the living room, and then the stereo began to play New Age music. Nice. He must’ve had it queued up before she came home. She wondered what other surprises he had planned.
She stretched out happily on the couch, wiggling her toes with anticipation.
“Do you think the music is a little loud?” she asked.
“Nope. It’s perfect.”
“It’s fine with me, then.”
“Good.”
Dale walked somewhere—she couldn’t be sure where—and then a minute later crouched down next to her again. “Don’t move,” he whispered. “Just lie there and relax.”
Theresa nodded.
He held something underneath her nose. Theresa inhaled deeply, taking in the scent. A strawberry.
Gotta love the classics.
She felt Dale slide the cool, moist fruit over her lower lip and down her chin. She was pretty sure there hadn’t been any strawberries in the refrigerator before she left.
Okay, quit analyzing this. Just go with the flow.
Dale ran the strawberry down her neck and onto her shoulder. The chilled fruit against her hot flesh felt absolutely wonderful. Dale slid the strawberry back up to her neck…
…and somebody kissed her ankle.
Theresa gasped and flinched.
The strawberry disappeared.
There was movement to the side.
“Shhhhh…” Dale’s voice came from somewhere around her waist. “Don’t move. Just let it happen.”
Let what happen? she wanted to ask, but remained silent. Her breathing was growing more rapid, and beads of perspiration dotted her forehead.
The strawberry slid across her cheek.
Another kiss on her ankle.
Had Dale’s arm grown by a couple of feet while she was out? That seemed like something she might have noticed fairly quickly upon her return.
Did he have the strawberry on a stick?
Or was there…?
She tried to tune out the music and listen to the sounds in the rest of the room.
The only other sound was breathing. Dale’s breathing.
Jeez, you hear the name Jeremy and you’re getting all paranoid. There’s nobody else in the room. It’s just you and Dale. Relax.
The strawberry disappeared again.
Theresa realized that her legs were spread wide open. She didn’t even remember doing that.
And then Dale’s face was between her legs, picking up where he left off. When his tongue moved across her pussy, it sent a flood of pleasure through her body that was so intense she wanted to let out an eardrum-shattering, eviction-guaranteeing shriek.
Instead, she settled for moaning, “Oh, God that feels good!”
Dale kept licking. Theresa squirmed underneath his tongue.
Something dropped in the center of the room.
Dale stopped licking.
“What was that?” Theresa asked.
“Nothing. Something rolled off the stereo.”
What was on the stereo that could’ve rolled off? And she’d swear it had been closer.
What the hell would she see if she got rid of the blindfold?
Dale resumed licking once more. Theresa writhed with pleasure.
Did she hear footsteps, or was it just her imagination?
It had to be her imagination. She wouldn’t be able to hear footsteps over the music anyway.
She wrapped her right leg around Dale’s back as he pleasured her pussy with long, slow tongue strokes, top to bottom. After a couple minutes, he began to work her clitoris with the tip of his tongue.
Holy shit, she was almost there…
As if sensing this, that mean, sadistic, evil, cruel, heartless, brutal, torture-lovin’ scoundrel pulled away yet again. She whimpered.
“I was thinking about it,” Dale mused, “and do you know what this sexual encounter needs? I’ll tell you what this sexual encounter needs. It needs melted chocolate. Every sexual encounter is better with melted chocolate, don’t you think?”
Theresa shivered. On what now seemed like only yesterday, she’d licked chocolate syrup off both Dale’s and Jeremy’s hard cocks. It had been the best chocolate syrup she’d ever tasted, and it wasn’t even her favorite brand.
“Do you have any particular opinion about the addition of chocolate to this sexual encounter, pro or con?” Dale asked.
“Get the chocolate.”
“Excellent choice. Fortunately, I’ve got some almost ready. Just another ten seconds in the microwave and we’ll be good to go. Is that acceptable?”
“It’s awesome.”
“Do you think you can avoid peeking while I retrieve the chocolate?”
“I’m not sure.”
“Because if you peek, the penalties will be most severe. There’ll be no chocolate for anybody.”
“I understand the rules, and will obey.”
“Good.”
She heard Dale get up and walk away, presumably into the kitchen. She lay there, nipples aching, listening as carefully as she could for signs that there might be somebody else in the room.
Of course there wasn’t.
She listened for the sound of breathing, loud enough to be heard over the music.
Nothing.
She heard the microwave turn on.
Was there movement by her head?
The song on the stereo faded out.
The microwave dinged.
Something slid along the floor.
Now that was definitely not her imagination. She couldn’t be sure what it was, but something had unquestionably moved, and unless Dale had developed the power of teleportation during her absence at the party, it wasn’t him.
Another New Age song began to play on the stereo.
Dale returned and crouched between her legs. “Mmmmmm, this chocolate is definitely what the sexual therapist ordered.” He kissed a path up her belly and between her breasts, and then the scent of milk chocolate filled Theresa’s nostrils.
She inhaled deeply and sighed happily. Something warm, wet, and chocolately touched her lips. She opened them and took Dale’s finger into her mouth, tongue swirling over his delicious skin.
She sucked on it for a long moment to get every last bit. She didn’t know the full status on the chocolate situation, and she didn’t want to waste any if it turned out that their rations were low.
Dale very slowly slid his finger out of her mouth and then moved down her body. A warm chocolate-covered finger touched her left nipple, and then he licked the chocolate away.
Chocolate on her right nipple was removed using the same efficient method.
He finger-painted a circle of chocolate around her belly button. He blew on it gently, and then kissed it over and over. She could see his chocolate-covered lips in her mind. Then he licked the rest of it off.
Dale moved lower, his tongue doing one very slow lick from the bottom of her vagina all the way to the tippy-top.
A warm touch of chocolate on her left knee was licked away, as was a warm touch of chocolate on her right.
Then a warm touch of chocolate on her ankle.
Dale took his time with this one, kissing around it, licking it slowly, sensually…
Then there was a warm touch of chocolate on the side of her neck.
Theresa stiffened and nearly screamed.
“Would you like to remove the blindfold?” Dale asked.
Theresa wanted to. Very much so. “Yes,” she whispered, barely able to speak.
“Then you’re allowed.”
She sat up, pulled off the blindfold, and just gaped for a long moment.
Chapter 5
“You son of a bitch!”
Dale had a wide grin on his face as she smacked him on
the shoulder, playfully but hard. “What?”
“I can’t believe you did that to me!”
Dale held the stick that he’d dipped in chocolate. There was a pillow tied to a string resting in the middle of the floor, and a lemon tied to a string lying next to the stereo.
“I don’t know what you’re getting so worked up about,” said Dale. “You’ve been hinting for quite some time that the sound of a lemon falling off a stereo might make you horny.”
She smacked him again. “Roll over. I’m going to spank your ass raw.”
“Now, now, there’ll be none of that tonight.”
“I mean it. Expose that ass. I want to see two doomed butt cheeks right now.” She found herself tittering with laughter, despite the fact that she was genuinely pissed.
“So did it fool you?”
“Fuck yeah, it fooled me.”
“I was trying to touch the chocolate to your shoulder but I got your neck instead. Using the stick isn’t as easy as you’d think.”
“Well, that’s the only stick that’s going to see any action for a good long time, and you’ll discover just what I mean by that when you expose your ass and roll over like I told you.”
“Did it turn you on?”
“None of your business.”
“You were pretty wet.”
“I think there’s a humidifier in the room.”
“Did you think it was Jeremy?”
“I’m not going to answer that.”
Dale’s grin vanished. “No, seriously. Did you think it was Jeremy?”
“Yes.”
“Did you like it?”
“It freaked me out.”
“In a good way or a bad way?”
“I thought I told you to roll over.”
“In a good way or a bad way?” Dale repeated.
Theresa hesitated. Was this a test or something? “In a good way. Why?”
“Because he’s waiting in the bedroom right now.”
Theresa’s stomach lurched. “Are you fucking kidding me?”
“Yes, I’m fucking kidding you.”
“You really are asking for a stick up the ass, aren’t you?”
Dale grinned again and gave her a kiss on the lips. He still had traces of the chocolate on his own. “I would never put you into that kind of awkward situation. Any additional cocks that touch you will be entirely with your permission beforehand.”
“Well, thank you for being so considerate.”
“You’re welcome.”
“But you’re still an asshole.”
“What if I told you that Jeremy lives in town, and we could be there in fifteen minutes?”
“I…I don’t know.”
“Let’s try it this way. Jeremy lives in town and we can be there in fifteen minutes. Would you like to fuck him?”
Theresa’s jaw dropped.
“If you’re messing around with me again, I swear I’ll—”
“I’m serious.”
Now Theresa’s stomach was…well, she couldn’t quite tell what it was doing, but it couldn’t be good for her digestion.
“I…this is… I don’t know…”
Yes! Yes! Yes!
“You can say yes,” Dale assured her.
“Did you talk to him about it? Is he still single? Did he say anything about me? Does he look the same?”
Dale chuckled. “Yes, he looks the same. Almost exactly the same. He might even have been wearing the same shirt, come to think of it. He has a ‘friend with benefits’ right now but no actual wife or girlfriend. And if you think you can handle two guys at once again, he’s very much willing.”
Theresa’s stomach continued to twist itself into bizarre shapes. She’d been fantasizing about this since…well, since it had been a reality, but she wasn’t sure if she should leap on this opportunity with a Tarzan yell or take the road of caution.
The road of caution won. “I thought we were going to leave it a one-weekend adventure.”
“Yep, that’s what I thought, too.”
“Do you want to do it?”
“Would I be offering it to you if I didn’t?”
Theresa traced her finger over her breast. The nipple was still hard. “What would the rules be?”
“We do it at his place and not ours. Condoms. Besides that, take it from moment to moment and do what feels right. Oh, and no cock contact.”
“Of course.”
“And no hand-cock contact. Basically the same homophobic drill as before.”
“Gotcha.”
“So what do you think?”
“I think I need a shower.”
“A cold one?”
“Nope.”
* * * * *
Theresa had taken a very long and very thorough shower. She usually wasn’t one to resist the temptation to pleasure herself with the shower massage when the mood struck, but this time she elected not to masturbate. She wanted to keep herself painfully frisky for when she was sandwiched between Dale and Jeremy.
She dried herself off, wrapped the towel around her head, and stepped out into the bedroom. Dale had lain out her red crotchless panties on the bed along with her red transparent bra. Her favorite black slacks and blouse were beside them.
She was almost giddy as she put on the panties.
Okay, not “almost.” She was completely giddy. If she’d possessed the athletic ability to do back flips, she’d be doing them all over the room. She settled for a happy little dance, instead.
* * * * *
Jeremy slowly swiveled around in his gold-plated leather chair, his hair wet and combed back. He stood up in his dark blue silk bathrobe.
“You’ve arrived,” he intoned.
“I have,” Theresa responded.
Jeremy snapped his fingers, and the wall with the roaring fireplace began to rotate, revealing an ornately decorated room with a bed the size of her apartment.
Jeremy raised an eyebrow. “Is the lady pleased by the accommodations?”
“She is.”
He clapped his hands, and sweet romantic music began to play. He clapped his hands again in a slightly different pattern and the lighting dimmed. He clapped his hands a third time and the bathrobe slid off his body.
Theresa stared at his naked body, her lust rising to a boil.
“Which variety of erection should we begin with?” he asked.
“What are my choices?”
“Limp to full, in increments of ten percent.”
“Give me eighty percent.”
“Done.” Jeremy clapped his hands and his penis quickly began to swell until it stood out, deliciously firm but not quite fully erect.
“That’s some serious penis control,” said Dale, impressed.
“I teach classes. It’s $99.95 for the four-week course, but in your case, I’ll make it $89.95. Would you like to sign up?”
“Sure.”
Jeremy clapped again, and a tuxedo-clad butler entered the room holding a clipboard. Dale filled out the course registration and wrote Jeremy a check for the $89.95. The butler nodded politely and left the room.
“Now, let the intercourse begin!” Jeremy announced, striding over to the bed. He clapped his hands yet again, and Theresa’s clothes dropped to the floor in a neatly folded pile. She stood gloriously naked as a warm gentle breeze caressed her breasts.
Dale flexed his muscles, and his own clothing exploded off his body, filling the air with tattered fabric.
Jeremy hopped up onto the bed, his erection pointing at the ceiling as if directing Theresa to gaze upon the priceless artwork hanging there. Theresa walked over to the bed and gestured toward his penis. “Ninety percent!”
Jeremy’s penis hardened and stiffened another ten percent.
“Ninety-five percent!”
“It only works in increments of ten.”
“Oh. One hundred percent!”
His penis stood at full attention. Theresa climbed onto the bed and eased herself right on his—
&n
bsp; “Hello? Earth to Theresa?”
Theresa flinched and turned her attention from the car window to Dale. “Huh?”
“Were you fantasizing?”
“Yes, but in a way that was just terribly wrong. You don’t want to know.”
“Okay.”
“What does ‘Earth to Theresa’ mean, anyway? Why would the earth care what I’m thinking about?”
“Maybe you’re thinking about littering.”
“Well, I wasn’t.”
“Are you nervous?”
“Are you nervous?”
Dale shrugged. “Not as much as I would expect.”
“Well, I’m nervous as hell. Which is only appropriate, since I’m the one who will be getting all of the attention tonight.” She bounced giddily in her seat.
“If you don’t behave yourself, I’ll turn this car right around.”
“I’ll be good.”
They drove in silence for a moment.
“So is this whole thing just amazingly depraved and evil?” Theresa finally asked. “I mean, we weren’t married the first time.”
“But we were engaged.”
“So was it amazingly depraved and evil back then, too?”
“Well, it was certainly naughty. And kinky. And very, very fun.”
“Which continues to be a weird attitude on your part,” Theresa remarked. “Your cock and tongue didn’t go anywhere they hadn’t already been. What’s the allure?”
“I don’t know. Something about my wife squealing in ecstasy.”
“I do that when it’s just us.”
“It’s a different kind of squealing.”
“So you’re in this for the squealing variety?”
“Pretty much, yeah.”
“That’s weak.”
“Is there a reason you’re questioning this? Isn’t this kind of like a little kid questioning the calorie and sugar content of the candy bar his mother is giving him?”
Theresa leaned over and nuzzled against Dale’s shoulder. “It’s a wonderful candy bar. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
Chapter 6
They pulled into the parking lot of Jeremy’s apartment complex. Jeremy was on the first floor of the nice, two-story brick structure, in apartment #118. They managed to find a parking space very close to his door.
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