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Titles By Thomas Roberts
~ PG Excerpt ~
Scarlett finally turned to me, her face flushed pink and her upper lip sweaty. “Dave, I love you, but I want him. I want him so badly I may rip my clothes off for him.”
There was nothing overtly sexual about anything they were doing, which was the point. Still, I couldn’t shake my sense of dread. What if they got along too well together? My wife didn’t know Terrell was a rented date. She thought he was an available guy. Had I made a terrible mistake?
When he returned, Scarlett stared at his crotch, and when he slid back in the booth, she pressed against him. Terrell whispered something in my wife’s ear, and her eyes closed, and her mouth fell open as I watched closely through an alcohol haze.
“Oh, please, yes, do that,” my wife paid no attention to the dessert. “I will, I promise. Anything.”
The three of us tried to fit in the front seat of my car for the ride home. I drove while Scarlett sat on Terrell’s lap, his hand resting on the top of her thigh. I was getting my wish, but I hadn’t counted on the hurt of being ignored. I thought Scarlett and I were in this thing together, and we’d be sharing the experience, but my wife wasn’t acting the way I’d expected.
Once I’d parked in our garage, and they’d climbed out together, I realized that I hadn’t counted on the feeling of being deserted by my wife. Then I showed Terrell to the tiny pool house, and we made sure the windows wouldn’t obstruct my views and their sounds.
I hugged my wife in our bedroom, noticing she’d changed into a nearly transparent nightgown. Scarlett had been excited by our dinner with Terrell and expected something from her husband. As tempted as I was, and no matter how good she felt, I stuck to the script, claiming I was far too tired to do anything and went straight to bed.
My wife stood with her hands on her hips, clearly agitated, and said, “I think I’ll make sure Terrell has everything he needs if you don’t mind.”
“Good idea,” I said, closing my eyes and settling into my pillow.
From the upstairs window, I watched my wife walk past the pool toward the tiny house, and as she passed under one of the lights, she started to pull off her nightgown, and she looked spectacular.
The outside lights were motion-activated, and after they turned off, I flipped the switch so they wouldn’t come back on when I stepped out the back door. I reached the poolhouse in time to see Scarlett on her knees in front of Terrell. She looked up at him, naked with her arms held behind her back. Her chest was rising and falling rapidly in time with her heavy breathing.
“Tell me again,” Terrell said.
“You might be too big, daddy.”
~ PG Excerpt ~
“Then, he had her tattooed. He put a huge Ace of Spades on one breast and his name on the other, so the only men who would pay attention to her, except her owner of course, were black guys. Now, it’s starting again.”
“Why, what happened, buddy?”
“A pretty little redhead joined, along with her husband, naturally, and The Companion started working on her.”
“So, now he has a new woman?”
Instead of answering directly, Earl continued. “He took everything from us. He took the deed to our house, then he took the title to my truck and left me with the payments. Hell, he took our savings and our retirement accounts, and they all belong to him now. I don’t have a thing except for this beer in my hands unless you want it back.”
“But that’s not what finally made me a broken man,” tears made tracks through the grime on Earl’s cheeks. “I watched him with her, and I don’t know how many times I watched him share her. Because Daisy has become enthusiastic, she yells and screams and always wants more. Still, I love her. Do you understand?”
Edgar didn’t understand. But, if it had been Jolene, maybe he’d have felt the same.
“No, what broke me was when he gave her away for good. He gave her to this group of young punks who weren’t even members of his church because he wanted the new woman. He didn’t have to get rid of my wife, she’d have stayed, but he was tired of her. So, instead of giving Daisy back to me, her legal husband, he gave her to these little bums who are barely housebroken, and you know what they did?”
Edgar had to admit he didn’t know what they’d done.
“They started charging men to be with her. They turned my wife, the woman I still love, into a prostitute. I’m destitute, and now I guess I’m on the run from his goons who, at best, want to take me back. My soul, and the woman I love, is still in that cult.”
~ PG Excerpt ~
After my shower I’d slipped on a long, light blue summer dress decorated with large white flowers. It was going to be a hot day and I didn’t plan on going anywhere, so I didn’t bother with underwear. The feel of the warm air blowing under my dress was amazing. But instead of being calmed, I felt even more like laying on the bed and finishing what I’d started in the shower.
When the doorbell rang, I thought it was the delivery guy. I opened the door without looking and stepped back in surprise when I saw Jerry grinning at me.
“Is that how you treat your lover?” he asked. I backed up startled, my hand over my heart.
Jerry turned in a complete circle, checking to see if anyone was watching. “What will your neighbors say. ‘A strange man is standing in front of Pamela’s open door. I wonder who he is?’” Jerry mused.
“Please, come inside,” I begged him. I couldn’t afford a neighbor blabbing to my husband.
“Tell me what I can do to you, first,” he said.
“Please, just come inside,” I was in danger of becoming hysterical.
“Tell me first, and make it loud enough for me to hear,” he insisted.
“You can do anything you want,” I said.
“Louder, and who can I do anything to?”
“You can do anything you want to me, just please come inside,” I almost shouted. Jerry stepped through the door.
“Pretty dress - take it off,” he said.
Why did his arrogance turn me on? Telling the entire neighborhood he could do anything he wanted to me had been exciting. Being ordered to get naked caused me to ache for him.
This time, we were in my sunlit kitchen. Our kitchen, mine and Todd’s, but I was naked in front of another man. I felt like I should hide myself but I didn’t do it. I wanted to be displayed for him. I could feel erotic spasms coming from the center of my body.
“There’s something dripping down your thigh,” Jerry said. Without thinking I bent to look, my large breasts almost hitting me in the face. He was right, a honey like liquid was running down my leg.
“Beg me to use you,” he said. I wanted to refuse; how dare he ask me to beg him to treat me like a common whore would?
“Please use me, Jerry,” I was a common whore.
He handled me like a doll, his large hands pushed on my shoulders and I fell to my knees. “First, use your mouth on me Pamela. Get me ready for you.”
My hands trembled as I fumbled with his belt. The lump in his pants was large, and when I pulled his boxers down, he sprang up, almost striking me. I pulled back in surprise.
I held him, for the first time in my life I was holding a man who wasn’t my husband. He was huge and uncircumcised, and too big around for my hand; my fingertips didn’t reach my thumb. I was captivated by him.
I’d never seen a foreskin before and I wanted to explore. His testicles were large, together the size of an apple, and cleanly shaved. I licked them while I stroked him.
~ PG Excerpt ~
We met Willie at the same bar he and I had been in the last time. We were to meet in front. Lexi greeted Willie with her arms around his neck and a warm, lingering kiss. Both ignored me.
“I’ll be riding with Willie, honey. You can follow us,” Lexi said, barely looking at me.
I had a terrible time even finding their car. I pulled in behind them just in time to see Lexi’s head disappear in the direction of Willie’s lap. When we pulled up in front of a rundown house in a marginal part of town, my emotions were ranging from remorse to elation. I was having a hard time catching my breath, and my skin felt like it was burning. At the same time, I was sporting a hard tube running down the inside of my left thigh.
Willie got out of his car and went around to open Lexi’s door. At first, I thought he was a gentleman until Lexi bolted from the car and ran to the front door without clothing, holding herself so that she wouldn’t bounce. Willie let her stand by the front door until I joined them, carrying all my gear. Only then did he open the door for us.
The inside was just as bad as the outside—worn-out furniture surrounded by empty beer cans and liquor bottles. Sitting on the furniture were five black men. Some were wearing jeans and wife-beater t-shirts, a few wore only their boxers.
I had the camera running, holding it in my hand as they all turned to look at us. Lexi tried to cover herself with an arm and a hand. Her face and chest were bright red as Willie pulled her into him from the side.
“This is our entertainment, Lexi,” he said as my wife rubbed against him. “She’s ready for us, aren’t you?” Lexi could only blush a deeper red as he pushed her into the center of the room.
She tried to cover up again, but Willie pulled her arms back, restraining her, so she was exposed, helpless to the room. As he pushed my wife forward, he introduced everybody.
“This is Randy, James, LeRoy, DeMarcus, and Russell.” They each stepped forward and circled my wife. “You be careful of Russell, we call him ‘the horse.’”
My wife was led into the bedroom and laid out on the bed, and I followed with the video camera. Lexi didn’t seem uncomfortable as Randy spread her legs to expose her to the men.
As he started licking her, my wife was distracted by the men stripping and surrounding her. The only man to keep his boxers on was Russell, but it was evident that he was massive. His underwear couldn’t contain him. Each of the men were above-average in size, but Russell made me afraid for my wife.
I watched as she took turns kissing each of them as Randy continued to work on her. I was having second and maybe even third thoughts about my wife being the center of a black gang.
~ PG Excerpt ~
“Look around at the men,” Ethan said in a low voice.
The bar was dimly lit, and most of the men were business-types in groups. Some talked in loud voices while others, their business concluded, were sitting back. There were only a few couples with the women dressed for a special evening out. A few single men sat or stood at the bar.
“Okay, why should I?” I asked him.
“Tell me who you would sleep with?” Ethan asked. I looked at him in surprise. “It’s a game. Let’s say you were a married woman who was allowed to break her vows and with any man here as long as her husband could watch. Which man would it be?”
I smiled at Ethan and played the game that would change my life. After carefully surveying the darkened lounge, I pointed at a man sitting alone at the end of the bar near us. “Him.”
“He looks rich, strong, a little dangerous, and lonely,” I said.
“Go talk to him.”
“No, I wouldn’t know what to say,” I protested, pretending to be shy.
"Tell him you're a married woman, and your husband said you could sleep with any man you wanted as long as he could watch you do it."
"But it’s not true," I protested. Inside, I felt my excitement building. What if it were true? What if I were married to Ethan, and he wanted me to sleep with another man? I was throbbing with excitement when I stood and walked to the bar.
“Can I help you, ma’am?” the bartender asked.
“No, thank you. I’m here to talk to this gentleman,” I answered.
The gentleman had light brown skin and a full head of jet black hair. His face looked craggy, as if from living a rough life. He was tall and seemed incredibly strong, even through his custom-made suit. He looked at me without showing surprise. “Do I know you?”
I stuck my hand out, “Scarlett.”
He looked down before carefully setting his drink on the bar and taking my hand with icy fingers. "Rocko."
“Are you married, Rocko with-no-last-name?” I asked.
“No, ma’am,” he smiled at me, then waited to hear what game I was playing. His smile wasn’t warm and friendly; it looked like the grin a movie villain might have right before he lowers the hero into a boiling vat of oil.
“Well, I am. In fact, I’m married to the handsome man sitting over there.” Rocko turned slightly and looked over at Ethan. “Tonight’s very special for us. Wouldn’t you like to know why?”
"Yes." I played with the top of my dress and exposed even more of my breasts.
"Tonight, I can sleep with any man I want, as long as my husband watches." I kept my eyes locked on Rocko’s.
~ PG Excerpt ~
The thought of thirty or forty people naked, or at least clothing-optional, and having random sex with each other, regardless of who they were married to, was pressing some of Dominique’s forbidden buttons.
Steve put a comforting arm around her, which only made things worse. Dominique wanted her husband. She wanted to strip off her clothes and make love to Steve right there in the lounge. She was quivering with anticipation as she looked at him with longing, imploring eyes.
This was all wrong. Dominique stood straighter, trying to control herself. ‘I’m a Christian woman and a wife. The idea of making love with another man is repulsive. It’s wrong,’ she thought, then. ‘Why do I feel all tingly down there?’
As Buffy approached, she carefully assessed them. They were undoubtedly good looking enough for the cruise. The men would love Dominique. If it came to that, she loved Dominique, and Steve wasn’t bad at all. Buffy wondered what he’d look like naked.
The sun behind her made Buffy’s long, tan legs clearly visible. It was almost as though she wasn’t wearing the sheer white mid-calf length skirt. As she drew closer, Steve could tell she wasn’t wearing panties.
A large black gentleman, dressed in an impressively starched white tropical uniform, and holding a hat with a lot of gold trim, had joined her.
After introducing herself again as the Cruise Director, Buffy said in a soft, soothing voice, “I’d like to introduce you to the ship’s Captain.” She flashed the Captain a bright smile that lingered just a beat too long.
“Thank you, Buffy,” he said and shook hands with Steve and then with Dominique. He held Dominique’s hand just a moment longer than was necessary. “I hope to be able to help.” Steve was fascinated by the sight of his wife’s soft white hand swallowed by the Captain’s large black one.
“Your reservation has been accounted for,” he continued. “But, there was no cabin booked.” The Captain sat beside Dominique and laid his gleaming white hat on the next chair.
Dominique’s body flushed — the black man radiated command and primitive heat. He even smelled hot. She couldn’t look at Steve, wondering what he thought of her. The back of her dress, touching the plastic-covered chair, was smeared with hot wetness. Without Dominique knowing, her dress was becoming transparent.
“This resulted in a stateroom not being reserved for you.” The Captain continued, looking honestly unhappy.
“We’re trying to find a solution, but short of a last-minute cancellation, there is no room,” the Captain’s voice transmitted the hurt he felt at the mix-up.
It might be for the best if their trip were canceled. People would be going without clothing and doing things in public, and they’d expect her to be naked also. It was all wrong.
The thought of what might happen was causing her to spasm. Wonderful feelings she didn’t try to deny. The whole idea of the cruise had been so exciting for just the two of them, and now she felt more aroused than she had in years. Maybe ever.
~ PG Excerpt ~
I parked down the block and watched our driveway, waiting for Karina’s red Toyota to come into sight. I was worried that I’d missed her when I caught a flash of red through the trees and my wife backed into the street.
I pulled out and didn’t turn on my headlights until Karina had turned the corner at the end of our block. I stayed back but kept her in sight as she merged onto the freeway and sped up, heading for downtown.
She drove past the first two exits, confusing me until she roared down the third off-ramp. It was the last exit for the city, and she accelerated through a yellow light at the bottom.
‘No turn on red.’ I drummed my fingers on the wheel and waited impatiently for the light to turn. Only one car passed while I’d waited.
I'd driven fast, trying to catch up. I'd swerved around cars and through my share of yellow lights. I should have taken a chance turning on the first red light, I told myself, until I'd seen a red Toyota ahead of me. She had turned on Western heading into a part of town I knew was a little run down. For the first time, I'd noticed that she'd broken her right taillight.
This was the same place, the same place for what? I'd driven slowly past the parked red car as a shapely female leg emerged from the driver's side, and a large black man held a door open to one of the houses. I’d looked for a place to park, but the whole block had been full, on both sides of the street, cars took up every space.
I'd punched the accelerator again and pulled around the corner and into the alley. Desperation had made me sweat. My pants felt tight. I had her. I just had to catch my wife in the act.
The alley was wide, more like a narrow street with cars parallel parked, leaving a narrow driving lane. Up ahead I spotted an opening and pulled in. I guessed I was about lined up with the red Toyota. I knew it was a gamble. I suppose she could have taken the open parking spot and walked to another house, but it was a gamble I had to take.
I was out of the car and dodging through the backyard of the house I thought was right. A dog barked at me from the next yard, and I hoped he was tied up. I arrived at the front edge of the house in time to see the back of my blonde wife's head as she kissed the tall black guy. I didn't get a good look at her face before he pulled her inside.
I stood with my back against the house, my hands on my knees, panting from excitement. When I’d finally caught my breath, I heard the sounds.
A woman was in the room behind me, begging a man to use her. Asking him to do her like her husband couldn't. She sounded eager, and her voice was high pitched with excitement.
The window was open but too high for me to reach. I looked around for something to stand on but saw nothing that would work. Maybe in the back yard, but I didn’t want to leave where I was, the action was getting hot. Besides, exciting the neighbor’s dog was probably a bad idea.
The woman was grunting, “It’s so big, it won’t fit.”
It did fit. I listened to them for a long time. I jerked myself out of my pants as the big black guy pounded Karina. She was getting what she wanted.
~ PG Excerpt ~
She was my wife, I loved her. Even though we had our ‘arrangement’ and I’d given her permission to do whatever she wanted, that didn’t mean it wasn’t going to hurt me. My fear was she’d leave me for him, and I’d lose the best thing I ever had, and still, I was so excited, I knew I had to do something.
Without leaving the chair I’d been told to stay in, I slipped my pants off and released myself. I was ashamed of how much smaller and powerless I was even as my wife cried from the bedroom. Putting my hands on the arms of the chair, I raised myself enough to see he had entered her. Marshall was using my wife. She had her hands above her head, her legs spread, her knees bent, and was grunting with each stroke.
I was quivering with excitement caused by the humiliation of being told to sit in a chair, allowed to only listen to what another man was doing to my wife. The delicious humiliation clashed with the mad love I felt for Karina and the insane resentment I felt toward the man I was sharing her body with. I savored the rush as I might a fine wine.
My arms grew tired as I tried to watch what I could. He first pounded hard inside her, then stopped all movement and held still as she passionately kissed him, talking to him between kisses. I wished I knew what she was saying.
Every noise my wife made went through my body, causing my manhood to jump. My heart was beating rapidly. At first, I thought he was hurting her—if he was, the pain turned to pleasure quickly.
I sank back into my chair, touching myself and thinking about what I had seen. Marshall was not only older and in an entirely different class from us, he was so much larger than my wife, and he was using her body just yards away from me.
I was distracted from my ruminations when she began to squeal. It was familiar but different. Her squeal was louder and more highly pitched than I’d heard before. He finished inside my wife, grunting, with Karina urging him on. After they rested for a minute, she went down on him.
I went to the in-suite bar to fix a drink, but my hands were shaking too much to pour. I looked at them stupidly until my wife groaned, and I returned to my chair.
His stamina was amazing. He used my wife again before they cuddled together, talking softly. I decided to take a nap in the large beige chair. I woke briefly to the sound of my wife squealing again from the bedroom. The light was low, but I could see well enough to know she was on top, moving fast against him.
I woke again with a start, still in the comfortable chair. The lights in the bedroom were off, but the lamps in the large living room where on, and I could clearly see a naked Karina just inside the doorway, looking out at me. When she saw I was awake, she held her finger over her mouth in the universal ‘be quiet’ sign.
She looked over her shoulder to make sure Marshall was sleeping. When she was certain he was out, she turned her back to me and bent over to look at me from between her spread legs. As interesting as it was to see my wife’s face appear between her knees, what caught my attention was how swollen she was. She was spread wide, something white was leaking down her thigh.
~ PG Excerpt ~
Russell was new to the crew. Like all the men, he slept in the crew quarters, which was large barracks-style rooms. There were private rooms only for the supervisors and for me, of course. The crew quarters consisted of two rows of single beds facing each other, a small wardrobe between them for the men to store their work clothes and other miscellaneous belongings, and a rail for their towels to hang.
We had communal showers and sink areas, one vacated for an hour a day for my exclusive use. The men worked in shifts, so my hour came after the day shift had started work. It was intoxicating to walk into the large tiled room with a dozen shower heads that had just been used by a group of naked men coming off the night shift. I could sense the testosterone in the air.
My imagination would run wild, wondering what it would look like to see a dozen naked men washing themselves where I was standing. What if I could share the shower with them at the same time? Would they stare as I washed my breasts or when I used my razor to touch up my bikini lines? Would they like watching me?
I found myself more excited than usual when Russell walked in naked while I was in the shower. He’d missed his allotted time because he was working on a particularity stubborn coupling and was too new to know it was my time to bathe. My arm automatically covered my breasts while my hand covered me ‘down there.’ My eyes just as automatically focused on his manhood—his oh-so-beautiful manhood.
Russell just stopped in shock, his eyes wide as he realized a naked female was in the shower with him.
“I’m… I’m sorry Brooke… I didn’t know,” he was trying to cover himself as he backed out of the room.
“No, it’s okay,” I don’t know where my courage came from. “We’re both adults. There’s no reason we can’t have a quick shower together. I promise not to look if you will.” I’d phrased that poorly. It came out sounding like I’d asked him to look at me.
“All right,” he said, standing under a shower head near me. Where I was standing in the middle, all the other shower heads were near me. He began washing his face as I slowly moved my hands revealing myself. I felt safe since he had his eyes tightly closed as he worked soap into his face and shampoo into his hair. It gave me time to survey his hard body. The dark hair on his chest couldn’t hide the underlying muscles.
His chest hair ended in a triangle that pointed to his groin. Even though he wasn’t stimulated, it was strangely beautiful to me. I wanted him, I wanted him between my legs doing anything he wanted to do to me. I wanted to feel his lips, even with the stubble on his face, on mine.
When he was finished washing his face and hair, I pretended to have my eyes closed as I washed my breasts, giving them the most complete cleaning they’d ever had as I moved and lifted them. I washed my entire body, spreading my legs as I paid particular attention to cleaning myself there.
Though my eyes appeared closed, I was able to peek at Russell as he watched my every movement. I opened my eyes fully and stared at him. I couldn’t help myself. I’d never seen a man like him before.
~ PG Excerpt ~
Melanie visited the restroom to clean up as best she could, and our waitress stopped as we walked toward the front door. “My name is Jane. I don’t expect you to remember me since you’re famous, but I will call you, and I’ll do anything for you. I mean it. Anything at all.”
My wife gave Jane a chaste hug before asking her, “Why do you think I’m famous?”
“I saw a movie you were in—my old boyfriend’s in love with you. He made me watch,” Jane blushed as only a natural blonde could. The red extended to the roots of her hair. “I guess I’m a little in love with you too.”
“Those movies were made a long time ago.” I was urging Melanie out the door. Our conversation was being overheard.
I could tell my wife didn't want to smile when we left. Outside she hugged my arm as we walked toward the valet stand.
“It was nice to have you with us, Ms. Kitty. We don’t get many personalities.”
I was embarrassed to be with her and driving a five-year-old Honda. But Ms. Kitty couldn’t wait to leave. “They recognized me; nobody has made the connection for so long why tonight?”
I pulled into another lot and parked next to an upscale bar attached to a hotel. “I think we need another drink,” I said. We also needed to talk away from the kids and their babysitter. Melanie looked as though she understood.
Three men were entering the bar ahead of us. One of them turned, looked at my wife, and said loud enough for all to hear. “Britany Kitty, hey guys. This beauty is Britany Kitty.”
It could have been the start of a bad scene, but Melanie flashed a million-dollar smile, and I offered to buy everyone a drink. Leon, Troy, and Alex fell all over themselves to take me up on it.
We were all sitting at a large round table when Randy, the massive black cop who had danced with Melanie, joined us. Again, I thought there could be trouble until the group welcomed him as their Sargent. Randy didn’t even look at me except when he told me to move so he could sit next to my wife. So much for our private talk.
“This is exciting,” Alex said. I didn’t have their names straight, but it wasn’t Randy. He looked at my wife the way a coyote looks at a helpless baby rabbit. “You’re even more beautiful in person. I’m all excited just from looking at you.”
“Have you met my husband?” Melanie asked, pointing at me around Randy.
“Yeah, sure, how you doin’?’” he said without looking away from my wife.
“I’m doing well, fellas. How about if I buy another round of drinks, and then we have to …”
I was cut off by Randy speaking to my wife, “I like your dress; spread your legs a little more for me.”
Melanie didn’t say anything, and Randy continued, “Thata girl. Exciting, isn’t it, Britany?” Randy said. His voice was so deep I felt the rumble in my chest.
“I mind,” I said, and when no one paid attention, I said it louder.
Randy’s service weapon and badge were pressed hard into the flesh above my belt.
~ PG Excerpt ~
Carrie arrived breathless after four in the afternoon. Her face was a bright pink and her hair was a mess. She was wearing a thin purple dress that ended at mid-thigh. One of the straps had fallen down her arm, revealing the lack of a bra strap. It didn’t matter, as she quickly stripped the dress off and threw it on the bed. My wife was completely naked underneath, which meant she’d walked into the hospital wearing only that light purple dress.
She threw herself at the glass wall in front of me. “Ryan, I was a bad girl!” she said breathlessly. “You’ll probably divorce me.”
“Slow down, Carrie. What happened?” I asked.
“I went to the place—the place where he waxed me. You remember, right? The big black guy?” She looked at me with wide eyes, her face now even more pink. “I asked him to show me the designs again, the tattoos…” She had to stop to catch her breath. When she was ready to start again, she leaned her back against the wall next to the glass. If I stayed close, I could still catch her profile.
“He pushed me against the wall, Ryan. Just like this, and he…and he…oh God, Ryan!” She looked at me with fear in her eyes. “He kissed me, Ryan.”
“It’s okay, Carrie. That’s not so bad,” I told her.
“You don’t understand, that’s not all he did. He kissed me and his lips were wonderful. They’re so full and soft. I lost myself in them, even when he started using his tongue. Oh, honey, it was so exciting. I’m so sorry I let that happen,” she said, but she didn’t look sorry. She looked like she had more to tell.
“It’s all right, Carrie. Whatever happened, you’re here now. Just tell me everything,” I said.
“He kissed my face, he even kissed my neck, and I moved my head so he could.” Carrie leaned her head on her left shoulder, exposing the long expanse of her neck. My wife’s perfect white complexion was marked my tiny red marks where he’d given her hickeys. Some big black guy had sucked on my wife’s neck and she’d let him.
I was shocked into silence by the sight. My heart hammered in my chest, jealousy flooded my system.
“His mouth felt so good on my neck and throat,” Carrie said. Her head tilted back, exposing her throat to me. “I was moaning, Ryan. I could hear myself. I was moaning before he pushed my strap down my arm and touched me - there.” As if to demonstrate, Carrie used her left hand to cup herself. “He felt me, Ryan. It was so excited for him. Forgive me, honey. I liked it. I loved it. I know I moaned. I could hear myself.” Carrie was touching herself as she held her mouth as though she was still being kissed—even moving her tongue as though she were licking another man’s lips. “Then he forced his leg between my thighs. He made me part my legs while he kissed me and – touched me. It was like he owned me. I had to spread my legs for him. You see that, don’t you, honey? I had to spread my legs.”
I nodded dumbly, and removed my hospital gown so I could be as naked as she was. I heard my blood rushing in my ears.
~ PG Excerpt ~
My husband surprised me with a dress for my birthday. The entire dress, from my chest to well above my knees, was held together by six buttons. It was a beautiful purple color that went well with my near-black hair.
"I have a special surprise for you," Phil said, looking so proud of himself I could only guess what evil he had in mind. He hadn't been able to talk about much else except my night with Leon, and every time it came up, so did he.
It's not that I wanted him to forget what had happened. We'd never felt so close and the love we'd made since was mind-blowing. I loved what the experience had done to our relationship even if my conscience still got the better of me, at times.
"I give up, what's your 'special surprise?'" I asked.
"We're going out for your birthday. First, we'll have dinner, and we'll drink too much wine."
"Sounds good. What's the second part?"
"Then," he had such a dirty grin on his face. He was getting so excited, it was like he couldn't wait to tell me the second part. "We're going to a bar, a down and dirty country-western bar out in the sticks, and you're going to sit on a stool while I sit at a table and watch you."
"That's it, I'm just going to sit there while you stare at me?"
"Nope, that's not the whole story. Here goes, are you ready?" he asked. I just looked at him and waited, this had to be good given how excited he was.
"You don't wear anything under the dress, and every time a man buys you a drink, you unfasten one of the six buttons," he was almost too excited for his pants.
"What happens when they're all open, and I'm naked in a country-western bar?"
I was excited by the idea despite myself. My husband wanted me to go to a bar already half in the bag and let men buy me even more alcohol while I unbuttoned my dress. I could feel my heart race at the thought.
"Does it have to be a down and dirty country-western bar?" I asked before he could answer my first question.
"Yes. Because you're going to go with the man who buys you the last drink," he shook with excitement.
"Okay. When are we doing this?" I knew how excited I was, and my husband was throbbing as I touched him through his pants.
"Tonight. Right now. It's Saturday night, so go get yourself ready."
Dinner was wonderful, and true to his word, Phil didn't let my wine glass get empty. By the time we were finished, and the check had been paid, my legs weren't working properly as Phil guided me to the car.
"I want you in my mouth," I told him, my words slightly slurred.
I looked at him in amazement.