Bluebeard’s wife

"So…" Kelly murmured, going up on her elbow to look at me. "I've got an idea…"

"For me and John?" I looked up at her and saw that she was grinning. "Or you and me?"

"Actually…" She turned the vibrator back on, making me moan. "It involves all three of us…"

The vibrator hummed, making my pussy contract around it, and she started to move it slowly in and out. I wiggled, gasping, and knew it was going to be a while before I actually got to hear her idea-but I didn't mind.

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.