She vaguely remembered that she had come here to do something else and this wasn’t it. But her hands found the edge of her skirt and pulled it upwards anyway. Danny ran his hand lightly over her bare skin, then leaned over to plant a kiss just above her throbbing clit. Karen didn’t think she could stand much more. Elaine would have to buy a cat-o’-nine-tails to punish her enough for today. Danny’s voice broke into her thoughts. “You’ve been a very bad girl, haven’t you, Karen?”
Her head shot up and she gave him a deer in the headlights stare. This was how Elaine always started out. A single drop ran from her aching pussy down the bare skin of her leg, followed by another. She nodded at Danny as if her head was attached to strings. How had he known? He reached out and caught a drop of her moist desire on his fingertips. Then his fingers were at her lips, insistent with the scent of her longing. She licked her juices from his skin and trembled.
“Assume the position.” Danny’s voice barked like it belonged to someone else. Unthinking, she stepped forwards and bent over his legs, bracing her hands on the rough carpet to keep her balance. He had never been like this before, never shown her any sign that he would be interested in the kind of things she and Elaine did together. Where, she wondered, was he learning all this?
The sharp sting of his hand on her bare buttocks brought her back. “Are you sorry that you never shaved your pussy for me?” She hesitated and his hand cracked down even harder.
“Yes!” she wailed, not meaning a bit of it. It was different with Elaine. She remembered those deft fingers shaving her down to the skin as her lover slipped her tongue inside her between each pass with the razor. She never would have trusted Danny to do that.
His hand fell again. “I don’t believe you. Why don’t you tell me you don’t love me any more instead?”
That she could do. “I …” Smack! She was going to come soon, she could feel it. Just a little pressure on her clit would send her over the edge. Smack! “Don’t love …” Smack! The skin on her buttocks burned and she was gasping for air. She squirmed desperately against him, wanting him inside her now, filling that awful emptiness. Smack! Smack! Smack! He had fallen into a rhythm now and she had forgotten what she was saying.
He twined his fingers into her and yanked her head back up, twisting it awkwardly so she was looking at him. The angle hurt her neck while his hand kept meeting her flesh, punishingly hard. But it was nothing more than she deserved. She had been very bad, sneaking around with Elaine behind his back and lying to him. Once she even squeezed into the cheerleading uniform for Elaine and let her fuck her ass like she never let Danny do. It took a minute before she realized that she had spoken that thought out loud.
There was a pause and she could see his jaw set in a hard line. He stuck his fingers inside her while she moaned and thrust back against them. Then he began working one finger up her asshole, all the while holding her face twisted upwards with his free hand. “Since it may well be my last chance, I’d better take advantage of this opportunity. Don’t you agree, dear?”
She closed her eyes, her hips rolling against his thighs as if he was all she wanted in the whole world. His breath was ragged now and she smiled to hear it. But it wasn’t supposed to be like this. She was supposed to be mature and calm and on her way out the door by now. How had she ended up here?
Smack! His hand met her quivering flesh hard again and again. Oh yes, she remembered now. He stopped to drive a finger up her ass, then two. She lost count after that, lost count of the number of times she apologized and begged him to fuck her. She even came once, shaking wildly over his thighs, his fingers in her ass and her flesh burning with the prints of his palm.
That must have been when the door opened and someone came in. Someone who sat down in the chair on the other side of the desk and watched them. Karen tried to look up but the desk blocked her view. “Tell me again that you’re not leaving me.” Danny’s voice was full of menace and the delicious promise of unknown punishments to come.
She melted against him, frantic to feel him inside her. For the next few moments, she begged, she pleaded, she said anything he wanted to hear. She was still babbling when he pushed her off his legs so she dropped to the floor on her hands and knees. He rolled the chair away from her, an odd smile on his face. She followed him, not bothering to stand up, not sure her legs would hold her if she did until he stopped moving and she found herself looking up at Elaine.
Oh shit. “I’m sorry, I …” That was when she noticed Elaine’s hands were inside her panties, rubbing frantically while she watched them from under half-closed lids.
“Get over there and get busy, Karen. I want to see your tongue on her clit while I fuck your ass. If this is to be our last evening together, you’re going to fulfil every fantasy I have and I’m going to enjoy it to the maximum. You want to make that happen for me, don’t you, love? Your little farewell gift?” Danny leaned over so his face was inches from hers, his fingers rolling one of her nipples.
Karen jerked away and sat up. Something didn’t feel right. “You two set me up, didn’t you? None of this was real.” She glared first at Danny then at Elaine.
Elaine sat up, a peculiar smile curving her full lips. “My promotion came through today and Danny and I had a little talk. We came to an … arrangement. Do you really want to choose between us, love? Danny was betting that you didn’t and it looks like he was right. You certainly looked like you were having fun.”
Karen scowled. “That’s not really the point …”
“Isn’t it?” Danny was on the floor next to her now, trailing his fingers over the bare skin of her exposed thigh. “I was thinking that you should leave me more often, at least once we’re done here. I really need to be done right now. Don’t you, darling?” He leaned in close, his lips at her ear making the breath catch in her throat. When she didn’t push him away, he trailed his tongue down her neck.
Karen looked up at Elaine, panting slightly through open lips. Could she really have both of them? Elaine dropped to all fours from the chair, like a cat, and moved gracefully across the carpet to Karen’s side. Without saying a word, she devoured Karen’s lips in a savage kiss that burned away all resistance. “Yes,” Karen murmured when they came up for air.
Then she was between Elaine’s legs, licking her honeyed sweetness while Danny drove himself inside her. Now it was her tongue coaxing her lover into ecstatic moans, into coming hard, thighs shaking around her head. Danny came moments later, thrusting himself into her until she spasmed around him, shaking and moaning until they all collapsed into a sweaty contented heap.
“I think I’d like to be the straying spouse next time,” Elaine murmured in Karen’s ear as Danny’s fingers found her clit again. Karen was too happy to argue.
Our Friend in Alaska
Olivia London
Funny, the things you remember.
Years ago, when my husband Trevor was still my boyfriend and we were living in San Francisco (a far wilder cry from the hinterland hamlet we reside in now), my man talked me into fucking his best friend. The things we do for love!
I was giving my boyfriend a hand job one lusty night when he stopped me and said, “Erica, honey. I saw the way you looked at Henry when he helped us move into this overpriced apartment. You were practically salivating watching the tectonic shifts of his muscles as he loaded our boxes into the truck. When you handed him a glass of lemonade, you touched his forearm and stroked his fingers. And I sure noticed the way Henry eyeballed your curves. Would you ever consider a threesome?”
I sat up in bed and said, “For the record, I certainly did not stroke his fingers. I just wanted to make sure the glass was secure in his hand. Every time we go out partying with him, he spills a drink … or two. You know what a klutz he is.”