Bluebeard’s wife

But he wasn't done, and I gasped when he rolled me over to my back in one swift motion, driving me down onto the bed with fast, growling thrusts. I clutched him tight, still riding the waves of my orgasm, as he fucked me deep and hard, his breath hot and ragged in my ear.

"Sweet fucking little cunt," he growled, spreading me wider with his thrust. "I'm gonna fill that hot little hole!"

My pussy twitched and spasmed at his words, and I moaned and bucked under him as I felt another climax building, his cock pushing me closer to the brink.

"Yesssss!" I purred, the pleasure overtaking me, my pussy on fire as I reached a third peak, this one even higher than the others. "Fill my cunt with your cum!"

That was it, for both of us. John grunted and shuddered against me, the force of him sending me over, too, as I came and came, my whole body convulsing underneath him. I buried my teeth in his shoulder, my nails in his back, as he shot waves of white hot cum deep into my waiting pussy.

I touched his sweat-dampened hair as he collapsed against me, his breath still coming fast as he buried his face in the mattress.

"Where are you going?" I asked when he rolled off of me, reaching for his shirt hanging on the doorknob.

"Downstairs," he said, not looking at me. "I've got some work to do."

When he shut the door behind him, I turned on the bed, tears stinging my eyes, reaching for the phone to call Kelly.

"Tell me again how this works?" I asked Kelly, turning and straightening the seams in the fishnet stockings I was wearing. We'd spent the afternoon looking through lingerie and picking out the perfect ensemble-for both of us.

"You are going to act the slut," she explained, kneeling down behind me to help fasten my garter.

"Well, I'm dressed for the part," I agreed, glancing into the mirror again, at the fishnets and garters that attached to the black whalenet teddy, the crotchless panties I'd washed in the sink the other day worn underneath, and the tall strappy black heels that I felt just a little wobbly in.

"You're fucking hot," Kelly said, and I felt her hand moving over my thigh, nudging between my legs, parting them a little.

"Hey," I murmured, gasping when her fingers slipped between the two thin bands of material, probing between my lips. "Aren't we supposed to wait for John to get home?"

"I don't know if I can," she whispered as she came around to kneel in front of me.

Her long red hair fell around her shoulders, and she looked like an angel in her white stockings and corset.

"Oh Kelly," I groaned as she pressed her mouth between my thighs, parting the material and my lips with her tongue. Her soft probing reached my clit, making me spread a little wider and arch, giving her better access.

"God you taste so good," she murmured, her hands reaching behind and squeezing my ass, pulling me in to her mouth.

"Wait," I whispered, grabbing her hair and pulling her back. "Stop."

She grinned up at me. "That's good. More of that. Only call me your little whore…"

"Kelly!" I laughed, letting her go and moving to sit on the bed. "I don't know if I can do this…"

"You can," she assured me, not getting off her knees and edging toward me. Her heavy breasts swayed prettily over the corset top, her pink-tipped nipples hard. "John thinks you're an angel, and he's sure I'm a slut, right?"

I nodded, opening my legs as she knelt between them, her breasts brushing over my thighs.

"So you dress and play the slut while I dress and play the angel…" she went on, leaning in to kiss my mound, making me shiver. "It's simple."

"But…" I protested, feeling her fingers slipping up inside of me. "What if it doesn't work… what if…"

"Trust me, Chris is gonna make sure he's had enough to drink," she assured me, beginning to lap at me with her tongue.

"Chris is okay with all of this?" I asked, her tongue working magic between my thighs, making me feel dizzy with lust.

Kelly smiled. "We'd do anything for you, sweetie. Besides, you know that no man could say no to the two of us together, not with his resistance down…"

"You're bad," I whispered, her tongue distracting me as I watched it flick between the crotchless panties, back and forth over my clit.

"No," she said, meeting my eyes. " You're bad… remember?"

I nodded and swallowed hard, leaning back on my elbows and putting my feet up on the bed.

"God, I love your little cunt…"

I groaned at her words, feeling the heat of them flush my face, and I spread myself open for her. I couldn't help it, I was too excited, and it felt too good to make her stop.

"Tell me," she murmured, probing her fingers deep inside. "Tell me what to do, what you want…"

Biting my lip, I hesitated. "I don't think I can…"

"Yes, you can," she assured me, pulling back. "You did it the other night with John, remember? Talk dirty, Tara. Say all those words he doesn't want to know that you know."

I took a deep breath, using my fingers to spread my lips open a little, telling her:

"Lick me."