Bluebeard’s Wife

CHAPTER EIGHT

It was Friday night, and we both knew what that meant. I loved the anticipation of it, all through dinner, talking about our day. It seemed normal, it sounded perfectly mundane, but there was an underlying promise in every movement-the angle at which he leaned back in his chair, the way his eyes followed the spoon to my mouth, the tingle along my arm when my hand brushed his passing the salt.

My lingerie order from Kelly’s party had come in and I had been wearing a pair of black, crotchless panties all day under my skirt, and every time I moved, it felt as if the two thin, sheer bands of cloth were conspiring to press my pussy lips together and caress my clit until I was driven beyond distraction.

“Do you want help cleaning up?” John asked, leaning over and kissing the top of my head as he stood, holding his empty plate. His lips felt like they lingered a little longer than normal and my breath caught when I met his eyes. “I’m going to go downstairs for a while.”

My heart sank, knowing exactly what he was going to do down there. Determined to be more of a distraction than the phone, I stood up, snaking my arm around his neck and nibbling at his ear.

“Why don’t we forget the dishes?” I whispered, taking his hand to guide it down to the hem of my skirt and lifting my leg to wrap it around his. “In fact, why don’t we make more of mess?”

“More…?” His eyes were questioning until his fingers, kneading their way up my thigh, found the soft, smooth skin of my pussy lips between the two bands of material.

“I’m so wet,” I whispered, wiggling my hips against his hand, wanting to feel him touch me. “I’ve been wet all day thinking about you fucking me.”

“Tara,” he groaned, one finger sliding into me as I rocked against him.

My hand found him, his trousers doing nothing to hide how hard he was, and I worked his belt with one hand.

“I want your cock,” I purred, unzipping him and sliding a small, soft hand in to grasp his length. He let out a deep breath, his finger moving inside of me, nowhere near thick and hard enough to satisfy my longing.

“Come on,” I murmured, lifting my skirt up over my hips and turning around to face the dining room table. “Fuck me… right here, right now.”

I watched him looking at my ass and I bent completely over, using both hands to spread my cheeks for his eyes, showing him the wet, pink, waiting slit peeking between the black material. My clit was throbbing and I moaned softly when I felt his finger moving over it.

“Yes,” I encouraged, lifting my hips. “Oh yes, yes. John, please… put your cock inside of me. Fuck me, baby!”

“Here?” His eyes were shocked as he looked from the still-laden table to my ass and back again.

I arched, going up on my bare toes. “Please… I want you so much.”

His hand moved over my skirt, pulling it back down. “Let’s go to the bedroom.”

“But…” the exposed skin of my behind was being covered as he edged my skirt past my thighs, inch by inch.

“I want to,” John assured me, pulling me toward him and kissing me softly. “Let’s just go where it’s a little more… comfortable.”

I let him lead me into our room, shutting the door behind us. John sat on the edge of the bed, pulling off his tie, and I leaned back against the door. He unbuttoned his shirt the way he always did, pulling it off and hanging it on the closet doorknob. His pants were already undone and I watched him fold those, too.

“John?” I approached the bed, inching my skirt back up my thighs as I went. “Do you think I’m sexy?”

“Yes…” He lifted my shirt out of the waistband of my skirt and kissed my belly, unbuttoning as he went. His eyes met mine as he pulled open my blouse. “You’re beautiful.”

I frowned as his hands moved behind my back, unhooking my bra and letting my breasts spill free. Beautiful and sexy weren’t quite the same thing, I thought, closing my eyes as he slowly cupped and kneaded my flesh, thumbing my nipples and making me shiver. I couldn’t help remember the night of the Christmas party out in the garage, when we'd both had too much to drink, how he had just taken me… or the role play that had sort of spontaneously developed the night I came home from the lingerie party wearing the school girl outfit.

I remembered the lingerie I was wearing now and pulled up my skirt, putting one foot on the bed next to John. His eyes moved up my thigh and between my legs, and the look in them was gratifying.

“Do you like what you see?” I murmured, lifting my skirt a little higher. He nodded, using two fingers to trace down the thin strips of material on either side of my pussy. “Do you want to see more?”

“Tara!” he gasped as I used his shoulders for balance and put another foot up on the bed to stand above him. He quickly grabbed my hips and ass to keep me from falling and the sudden motion, the feel of his hands gripping my flesh, sent a thrill through me.

“Do you like looking at my wet little pussy?” I asked, reaching a hand down to spread my lips open, showing him the pink inside. He groaned when my fingers slid inside, fucking myself slow and easy while he watched.

“Doesn’t it make you want to take that cunt?” I whispered, using both hands to spread it wide for him, not just my lips, but my slick, pink opening, too. His shocked eyes met mine but he didn’t say anything as his eyes fell between my legs again.

“Don’t you want to taste it?” I asked, rubbing my clit with my thumb.

My own words were making me breathless and my pussy was throbbing with everything that I wanted. I gasped when he grabbed my ass in his hands, burying his face between my legs with a moan and rubbing it there like a drowning man. We collapsed backwards onto the bed in a hurry, John on his back and me poised above him as his tongue and fingers worked my pussy, feeling like they were everywhere, all at once.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I moaned and rocked on him, but I swear he was oblivious to me, eating my pussy like he couldn’t get enough, his tongue lost in the wet folds of my flesh. “That’s it, lick my cunt, baby!”

His whole body stiffened at my words, his hands gripping my ass and pulling me in tight to his mouth. I could feel the orgasm that I had been anticipating all day beginning to build and I worked toward it, rolling my hips and mashing my flesh against his tongue. He had two fingers working in and out of my hole and his mouth fastened over my mound, licking fast and hard.

“Oh fuck,” I groaned, feeling the first wave, that heat in my belly spreading. “I’m gonna come!”

He groaned, too, as my pussy spasmed again and again around his pistoning fingers, trying to draw them in deeper as I came. My pleasure was only increased by his eagerness and intensity, urging me on, more and more. It felt like it went on forever, a shuddering release that I didn’t want to end.

Gasping, I moved down his chest, looking down at his wet face, his eyes still hungry, like they were before.

“I think you like my cunt,” I murmured, rubbing my juices over his lips.

“Tara,” he said, shaking his head. “What’s come over you?”

I smiled. “I think you got that backwards… I came over you. ”

I slid my way down, reaching back to feel his cock straining against his briefs. I quickly freed it, stroking the shaft and squeezing the head, just the way I knew he liked.

“And I’m gonna do it again,” I murmured, sliding his cock up and down between the now thoroughly soaked crotchless panties, easing him along my slit.

“Oh God,” he groaned, gripping my hips as I sank down onto his cock. “Tara, honey…!”

“Yes,” I whispered, rolling around, feeling the head of him rubbing deep inside of me. “I’m gonna fuck you…”

My body had a mind of its own, and I pressed my palms against his chest as I started to ride, working my pussy up and down the thick length of his shaft. The wet sound of us moving together filled the room, my breath coming faster, matching his, and I watched his eyes close with the pleasure of it.

“No,” I murmured, pulling my skirt up and leaning back a little. The shift of my body and my words made him look up at me. “I want you to see…”

Reaching my hand down to the place where our flesh melded, I rubbed my fingers through the wetness, feeling the hard, throbbing base of his cock where it met the soft, smooth opening of my pussy.

“Look, John,” I said, watching his eyes. “Doesn’t it turn you on, to see it?”

He nodded as my fingers rubbed at my clit, making me shiver with the sensation.

“I want you to watch me fuck you,” I whispered, feeling his hands grip me harder.

“I want you to see your cock fucking my hot little cunt, baby.”

“Ohhh God,” he groaned, his eyes never leaving that spot, his cock driving up into me now as he started to fuck me back. His motion spurred me on and I used all my strength to grind down against him with every thrust.

“That’s it,” I murmured, rolling my hips and rubbing that sweet, sensitive spot between my legs. “Oh you make my pussy feel so good!”

“Tara,” he warned, and I could feel his cock swelling inside of me, full to bursting.

“So close,” I whispered, nudging my clit a little faster. “Make me come!”

I moaned as he worked harder then, urging me toward another climax. As my pussy clenched hard around his shaft, my juices began to flow around his cock, the delicious, shuddering waves rocking me back and forth on top of him.

But he wasn’t done, and I gasped when he rolled me over to my back in one swift motion, driving me down onto the bed with fast, growling thrusts. I clutched him tight, still riding the waves of my orgasm, as he fucked me deep and hard, his breath hot and ragged in my ear.

“Sweet fucking little cunt,” he growled, spreading me wider with his thrust. “I’m gonna fill that hot little hole!”

My pussy twitched and spasmed at his words, and I moaned and bucked under him as I felt another climax building, his cock pushing me closer to the brink.

“Yesssss!” I purred, the pleasure overtaking me, my pussy on fire as I reached a third peak, this one even higher than the others. “Fill my cunt with your cum!”

That was it, for both of us. John grunted and shuddered against me, the force of him sending me over, too, as I came and came, my whole body convulsing underneath him. I buried my teeth in his shoulder, my nails in his back, as he shot waves of white hot cum deep into my waiting pussy.

I touched his sweat-dampened hair as he collapsed against me, his breath still coming fast as he buried his face in the mattress.

“Where are you going?” I asked when he rolled off of me, reaching for his shirt hanging on the doorknob.

“Downstairs,” he said, not looking at me. “I’ve got some work to do.”

When he shut the door behind him, I turned on the bed, tears stinging my eyes, reaching for the phone to call Kelly.

“Tell me again how this works?” I asked Kelly, turning and straightening the seams in the fishnet stockings I was wearing. We'd spent the afternoon looking through lingerie and picking out the perfect ensemble-for both of us.

“You are going to act the slut,” she explained, kneeling down behind me to help fasten my garter.

“Well, I’m dressed for the part,” I agreed, glancing into the mirror again, at the fishnets and garters that attached to the black whalenet teddy, the crotchless panties I'd washed in the sink the other day worn underneath, and the tall strappy black heels that I felt just a little wobbly in.

“You’re fucking hot,” Kelly said, and I felt her hand moving over my thigh, nudging between my legs, parting them a little.

“Hey,” I murmured, gasping when her fingers slipped between the two thin bands of material, probing between my lips. “Aren’t we supposed to wait for John to get home?”

“I don’t know if I can,” she whispered as she came around to kneel in front of me.

Her long red hair fell around her shoulders, and she looked like an angel in her white stockings and corset.

“Oh Kelly,” I groaned as she pressed her mouth between my thighs, parting the material and my lips with her tongue. Her soft probing reached my clit, making me spread a little wider and arch, giving her better access.

“God you taste so good,” she murmured, her hands reaching behind and squeezing my ass, pulling me in to her mouth.

“Wait,” I whispered, grabbing her hair and pulling her back. “Stop.”

She grinned up at me. “That’s good. More of that. Only call me your little whore…”

“Kelly!” I laughed, letting her go and moving to sit on the bed. “I don’t know if I can do this…”

“You can,” she assured me, not getting off her knees and edging toward me. Her heavy breasts swayed prettily over the corset top, her pink-tipped nipples hard. “John thinks you’re an angel, and he’s sure I’m a slut, right?”

I nodded, opening my legs as she knelt between them, her breasts brushing over my thighs.

“So you dress and play the slut while I dress and play the angel…” she went on, leaning in to kiss my mound, making me shiver. “It’s simple.”

“But…” I protested, feeling her fingers slipping up inside of me. “What if it doesn’t work… what if…”

“Trust me, Chris is gonna make sure he’s had enough to drink,” she assured me, beginning to lap at me with her tongue.

“Chris is okay with all of this?” I asked, her tongue working magic between my thighs, making me feel dizzy with lust.

Kelly smiled. “We'd do anything for you, sweetie. Besides, you know that no man could say no to the two of us together, not with his resistance down…”

“You’re bad,” I whispered, her tongue distracting me as I watched it flick between the crotchless panties, back and forth over my clit.

“No,” she said, meeting my eyes. “ You’re bad… remember?”

I nodded and swallowed hard, leaning back on my elbows and putting my feet up on the bed.

“God, I love your little cunt…”

I groaned at her words, feeling the heat of them flush my face, and I spread myself open for her. I couldn’t help it, I was too excited, and it felt too good to make her stop.

“Tell me,” she murmured, probing her fingers deep inside. “Tell me what to do, what you want…”

Biting my lip, I hesitated. “I don’t think I can…”

“Yes, you can,” she assured me, pulling back. “You did it the other night with John, remember? Talk dirty, Tara. Say all those words he doesn’t want to know that you know.”

I took a deep breath, using my fingers to spread my lips open a little, telling her:

“Lick me.”

“More.” She nodded, smiling, leaning in, her mouth so close I could feel her breath.

“Lick… lick my cunt,” I said, hearing the tremble in my own voice.

“Mmmmm!” Her mouth moved over my mound, kissing my lips, parting them just a little with her tongue. “Better… more…”

Her tongue made slow circles, around and around my clit, making me moan.

“Yes,” I whispered, rocking up toward her mouth. “Ohh lick my hot, wet cunt.”

Kelly made a deep noise in her throat, moving in to really tongue my pussy, lapping at my wetness. My nipples were poking up through the netting in my teddy and I pulled on them, sending sweet waves of sensation down between my legs with every tug.

“Oh God,” I moaned, rocking my hips up to meet her mouth. “That’s so fucking good!”

Urging me on with her noises, her tongue and fingers busy, I got lost in the sensation, feeling the anticipation building higher and higher. Her thumb worked around the entrance of my pussy, teasing there, not dipping inside. I squirmed, moaning, trying to show her with my body what I wanted.

“Please,” I whispered, and her tongue slowed almost to a stop. “Ohhh God! Kelly, put your fingers in me.”

She continued to tease, her thumb rubbing, her tongue flicking lightly.

I groaned, looking down at her kneeling between my legs, and saw what she wanted in her eyes.

I grabbed her head, pressing her mouth over my mound, and said, “Lick my pussy! Come on, put your fingers in my cunt and fuck me-hard!”

She moaned against my flesh, her tongue lapping furiously, her fingers working hard and fast inside my sopping wetness.

“Fuck me harder!” I moaned as she slipped another finger in, stretching me wide with three as she shoved her hand up toward my cunt. The sensation was incredible, and I squeezed my nipples harder, greedy, wanting more. My whole body was tensed and waiting for release.

“Do you like licking that hot little pussy?” I asked, my hand moving to her hair.

She nodded, her eyes on mine, and I could see her hand working between her own legs and knew she was fingering herself. “Do you want to make me come?”

She moaned, nodding again, working her tongue faster, her fingers deeper.

“Put your finger in my ass,” I told her and saw her eyes brighten. “Fuck my ass and my cunt, baby… ohhhh yeah that’s good!”

Her thumb probed that tight, puckered hole and my whole body went off like a rocket the moment she slid it inside, my pussy clamping down around her pistoning fingers. She knew I was coming and she sucked my clit between her lips, drawing every last shuddering breath from my body.

Still trembling, I pulled her gently by her hair, and she slid up over me onto the bed. I slanted my mouth across hers, licking the taste of my pussy from her chin and cheeks as we kissed.

“Give me your cunt,” I said, grabbing her hips and pulling her up to my face. Her panties were soaked and I pulled them aside, focusing hard and fast on her throbbing little clit.

“Oh God,” she whispered, and I looked up to see her cupping and kneading her full, rounded breasts, her nipples like fat cherries as she squeezed them.

I sucked and licked at her, my own pussy still throbbing from my climax, aching to feel the flood of her juices over my face. The taste of her in my mouth was incredible as was the heat of her riding my tongue back and forth, around and around.

“Oh, oh, oh!” she crooned, leaning forward onto the bed, her breasts swaying underneath her as she rocked, using my mouth. “Tara, fuck! Now, baby, now!”

I didn’t make a sound, I just licked her, feeling the hot wave of her orgasm flooding down over my chin, a satisfying wetness. Her hips bucked and rocked and I held her ass in my hands, kneading her flesh, as if I could squeeze every last bit of moisture from her body.

“Oh, Tara,” she breathed, rolling to her back on the bed. I wiggled up a little to lie next to her and we both stared up at the ceiling, our breath slowly returning to normal.

“I think I can do it,” I whispered, turning my face to hers.

She smiled. “I know you can.”

I heard the sound of the front door opening and knew it was John. I rolled off the bed, holding my hand out to her.

“Show time,” she said with a grin, her eyes bright.

I nodded, swallowing hard. “I just hope this works.”