Bluebeard’s wife

"Oooooooo baby I'm gonna come in your mouth," Suzy moaned, and I heard her coming, moaning and gasping. I shuddered, feeling my own orgasm edging ever nearer.

"Yeah," Marie said. "Come all over my face, sweetheart. You taste so good."

John groaned, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "Oh fuck, Marie, I'm gonna come!"

"Come here, baby, come all over Suzy's face," Marie said, and I heard John grunting as he came, and I came too, my climax shaking the bed beneath me.

"Oh God," John whispered, and then chuckled. "Good girls."

"His cum tastes so good," Suzy said, and I could hear her sucking something.

"Here, Marie, come taste."

"Mmmmm yeah, I wanna lick all that cum off your tits and your face," Marie said.

John groaned again. "God, you two are going to kill me."

They both laughed, soft and low and sexy. I clicked the phone off, replacing the receiver, and tried to go back to sleep. John came to bed, and I soon heard his deep, even breathing. I finally slept, but I found myself waking several times in the night, dreaming of dancing with Kelly.

Chapter Five

I woke up with the bed empty and knew John was downstairs. I rolled over and looked at my clock. It was nearly three in the morning. I debated whether or not I wanted to pick up the phone. I knew I would hear his voice if I did.

After that night in the garage, I was sure things would break wide open-that he would start bringing things into our sex life that he seemed to be living out in his fantasies over the phone. I felt such a shift in us that night, but in the light of morning, over coffee and orange juice and eggs, both of us still a little hung-over, it seemed like too much to contemplate talking about.

Somehow, it had faded, almost as if it hadn't happened. We were back to our regular Friday night specials, and a few encounters mid-week, depending on our schedules and energy levels. And the phone calls continued. I had thought that maybe they would lessen, that he would begin to turn to me more, if I started making his fantasies come true. It seemed to me that he was making even more calls than ever. I didn't understand it.

Maybe I just hadn't found the right fantasy yet? The one that really did it for him?

I debated, but my curiosity won out and I reached for the receiver, quickly hitting the

"mute" button.

Yes, John's voice, low and clear: "…tying your hands above your head, one to each bedpost… Pulling the scarves tight against your flesh."

"Oh John!" I heard her say. "I'm trembling all over."

"Is it too tight?" he asked. My mind was racing. He was tying her up in this fantasy?

"No. I can't get out even if I struggle a little, but it's not uncomfortable," she said.

"How do you answer me?" he asked in a voice I was unfamiliar with, strong and demanding. It reminded me of that night in the garage and the memory took my breath away.

"Yes, sir," she responded.

"Better," he said. "Now, spread your legs."

"Yes, sir," she whispered. "Like this? Wide open?"

"Yes, like that," he said. "Are you wet?"

She moaned. "Oh, John, yes… I'm so wet."

"Tell me what you want."

"Oh, God! I want your hard cock," she cried.

"What did you forget?" he asked, his voice controlled, tight.

"Oh… sir. Yes, yes… I want your hard cock, sir."

"You're a naughty girl," he said. "You can't seem to remember the simplest things."

"I'm sorry," she whispered. "It's just that I'm so wet… I want you so much…"

"Marie?" he asked.

"Yes?"

"You forgot again."

She moaned, "Ohhh God, I'm sorry."

"Lift your legs up," he said. "Straight up in the air."

"Like this?"

"Yes. Maybe this will make you remember," he said.

"What are you going to do?" she whimpered. "Are you going to spank me?"

"You deserve to be spanked," he told her. "I should use a crop, but I'm going to use my hand."

"Oh, John," she murmured. "I'm so sorry, I promise I'll remember."

"What did you say?"

"Sir! I said sir!" Marie cried. "Please don't spank me."

"Do it, Marie," I heard John's voice, now, his real voice, not the deep, low voice of the other man he was being with her. "Spank your little ass."

And I heard her, just like before, the sound of flesh on flesh, her little squeals and cries.

"Are you going to remember?" John demanded. She continued to spank herself. I tried to imagine him doing that to her-her legs up in the air, his hand coming down on her ass again and again, making her cheeks red and swollen. I tried to imagine him doing that to me, and my cheeks burned.

"Yes, yes, I will, I will!" she cried.

"What did you say?" he asked again.

"Sir! I swear, I'll remember, sir," she pleaded, whimpering.

"Enough," he said, and she stopped, continuing to whimper and mew. "I think you liked that, Marie. Your pussy is even wetter now, isn't it?"

I knew mine was! I had held my breath through the whole exchange, but now my hand crept down under the covers, lifting my t-shirt to find my pussy swollen and wet in response to their scenario.

"Yes," she murmured. "Yes, sir, it's soaking wet for you."

"Good girl," he said. "Now, I'm going to fuck that wet pussy."