Bluebeard’s wife

I groaned, sliding my fingers into my pussy, imagining John's hard cock. I knew he was pumping it, and the fact that it was just two stories away from me was both exciting and frustrating all at once. I reached into my drawer and grabbed my not-so-new-anymore toy, the vibrator with the little hummingbird that rested right against my clit when I shoved it all the way into me.

That's what I did, sliding it all the way into my pussy on the first go-I was that wet, listening to them.

"Oh yes, fuck me!" Marie cried. "I want your cock inside me, sir."

"Spread your legs wider," he growled. "I'm going to give you just want you deserve."

Oh my God. My heart was beating so fast. I turned the vibrator on, moaning as it buzzed against my clit.

"Oh, please, sir," Marie begged. "Please!"

"Take my cock," John growled. "I'm going to fuck you so hard you can't breathe."

Marie was moaning and crying out, as if he were fucking her as hard as I was shoving my vibrator deep inside of me, so hard it almost hurt, fucking myself faster with it. I moaned along with her, although I knew they couldn't hear me, saying the words,

"yes, sir," over and over under my breath.

"I'm going to come, sir," she whispered, and I could hear the sounds John made when he was close, too.

"Not until I say you can," he growled, and I moaned, feeling my climax coming.

Not until he said? My whole body responded to him, doing exactly what he wanted, holding back at his words.

"Yes, sir," she whispered, sounding almost as if she were in pain from holding back. I knew how she felt. I whispered it, too, "yes, sir," under my breath.

"Now," John groaned, and I heard him coming, and I shuddered, pushing the vibrator deep into my pussy, rocking with it as I came, too.

"Yes, sir!" Marie cried. "Ohhhh, yes, I'm coming for you, sir!" And she did, or at least I hope she really did-it sounded like it felt absolutely lovely, almost as good as my own orgasm still pulsing it's way through my pussy.

"Yes, sir," I whispered, hearing John's ragged breathing returning to normal. "Oh, yes, sir." I replaced the receiver and put the vibrator back, reminding myself to clean it up in the morning. I closed my eyes when I heard him come up the stairs, feigning sleep.

* * * *

"Whoa!" John said as he came around the corner and saw me adjusting my outfit in the mirror. "What the-? I thought you were going to Kelly's?"

"I am," I smiled. "Do you like it?"

His eyes told me that he did, although his mouth was set in a thin line. "What kind of party is this?"

I turned back to the mirror, straightening the plaid skirt at my waist, making it snug over my hips. "A lingerie party."

"A what?" John leaned against the doorway, crossing his arms over his chest.

I turned and twirled in the outfit: a school girl, complete with red plaid skirt, white blouse tied at the waist, white thigh highs, and of course the black Mary Jane shoes. I wondered if it made him remember that night I heard him on the phone with Marie playing out the daddy/daughter school girl fantasy, but his eyes didn't reveal anything.

"A lingerie party," I said again. "Kelly thought it would be fun to model some of the merchandise. Her friend is just starting out as a, what do you call those… a demonstrator, party hostess?"

"What is Kelly going as?" John asked, watching me bend over the counter and put on more lip gloss.

I smacked my lips together. "Either the cheerleader, or she's just going with a babydoll nightie kind of thing." I walked toward him, smiling. "Do you like it?"

"It's uh… pretty revealing," he said, eyeing my legs. "This is an all-girls thing?"

I laughed. "Of course. Do you think I'd parade around like this in front of guys?" I kissed his cheek and rubbed my exposed belly against him. "It's just a favor for Kelly."

"Don't be late." His eyes were on the V of my blouse.

I couldn't help smiling. I had more plans for this outfit than a night at Kelly's, that was for sure!

* * * *

Kelly met me at the door and I laughed. "You changed your mind again?"

She grinned and shrugged. "It's a woman's prerogative. You like?"

I nodded, my eyes sweeping up the outfit. It was clearly a ballerina-type thing, the top consisting of white satin bra cups and a sheer baby-doll nightie that barely covered the white panties she was wearing. She had white toe-shoes on, and the laces criss-crossed up her legs to her knees.

"Chris had a fit before he left," Kelly grinned. "Come on, before you freeze. I want to get your coat off and see the goods."

"John did, too," I told her, slipping off my long winter coat and giving it to her. I noticed that her panties were a g-string when she turned to hang my coat in the closet, the full, creamy globes of her ass completely exposed. "But I told him it was going to be just us girls."

I heard her chuckle. "Yep, just us girls." Kelly turned around, her eyes sweeping me. "Oh, Tara!"

I did a little twirl. "You like?"

"Yeah," she breathed. "Damn, those stockings and shoes are hot. I wish I had legs like yours to pull that off."