Kinky Confessions

“No, but you were doing other things.”

“Like what?”

“Are you really going to make me say it?”

“What do you think?”

She rolled her eyes. “You’re such a pervert. And I’m such a nympho.”

“Mmm hmm.” I reached under her and slid her dress out of the way. Her smooth pussy was hot and slippery, and she moaned as my fingers teased her open. “Tell me,” I said, “what were you thinking?”

“About sucking your cock. And riding you.”

“Those’re vanilla fantasies. They don’t get you this worked up. So…

what were you really thinking?”

“About being kidnapped.” She panted as I fingered her clit. “Brooke—

likes— the same— thing. Unh!”

“And…?” I prompted. “She wants…?”

“To be forced. Held down. Fucked hard.”

“You told her I was into that?”

“Unh, yes! I told her… everything.” She buried her face in my chest and begged, “Oh my gosh, Paul. Please, please put it in.”

I grinned. “Put what in?”

“Your cock… in my pussy… please. You’re teasing me.”

“Hold on.” I shifted her weight and steadied her against the closet door.

Then I moved my hands to the insides of her thighs and spread them all the way. She gasped when she felt the tip of my cock at her opening. “Beg for it.”

“Put it in. Oh, please, please, Paul. Put your cock in me.”

I lowered her onto my erection, and she groaned as it spread her open.

She clung to my neck and gasped when I began thrusting. The closet door thumped against the frame each time my hips met hers.

After several minutes I shifted her weight and began bouncing her up and down. Her pussy felt even tighter than before, and I had to concentrate hard

not to come too soon.

“I wanna taste you,” she begged. “Come in my mouth.”

I bounced her a few more times and then lifted her off my cock. She immediately sank to her knees.

“I love the taste of me on you.” She swirled her tongue around the tip and then planted open-mouthed kisses down the shaft.

I put a hand on the back of her head. She took the hint and started sucking. I didn’t last long, and she moaned as spurts of salty come gushed over her tongue. Once I finished shooting, she swallowed and sucked me deeper.

“Oh my gosh,” she said at last, “that was a lot. More than usual.”

“You got me worked up, talking about Brooke.”

“I told her I’m willing to share.” She laughed and squeezed my cock.

“Someone approves.”

“Someone always approves. Hold on, stand up.” I helped her to her feet.

She grinned and gripped my cock underhand. Then she stretched upward and offered her lips. She stroked me gently as we kissed.

“I love talking to you when you’re hard,” she said. “And not just because of the Hughes Lie Detector. I love knowing that I do this to you.” She smiled.

“You’re very good for my self-confidence.”

“I’m glad. But you changed the subject.”

“Sorry. Where were we? Oh, right! Brooke. So, I told her I’m willing to share, but only if I can watch.”

My eyebrows did their thing.

“We’ve… um… talked about it,” she admitted. “Sharing, I mean. It was only girl-talk before. But now…?” She grew serious and stroked me as she thought about what she wanted to say next. “And I’ve been thinking… I don’t want our first time to be with Wren. Your first time, I mean, when I watch you with another woman.”

“Oh? Seriously? Why not?”

“Don’t get me wrong, I trust Wren, but… not entirely. She gets carried away sometimes. I don’t know if I can handle it, watching you with someone like her. Brooke’s… I dunno… less aggressive. And I know she won’t take things too far.”

“Makes sense,” I said.

“Also, Brooke’s sort of submissive—nothing like me—but a lot more than Wren.”

“No kidding. Wren’s as dominant as a man sometimes.” I silently cringed at my unconscious bias, that only men could be dominant.

Christy didn’t catch it. She agreed about Wren instead. “You can say that again. So, I was thinking… maybe you and I can get together with Brooke sometime. I don’t know when, but…” She shrugged and left the rest up to me.

“You sure don’t believe in free time, do you?” I joked. “Dance class, weekends in West Virginia, a trip to see Brooke…”

“Sorry. Only, I’m not. Besides, this is what you want, isn’t it? A swinger girlfriend, I mean. A swinger wife, eventually.”

“I do.”

She smiled at my deliberate wording. “I like hearing you say that.”

“That’s why I do it.”

“Mmm, I know. And… d’you mind if we go back to bed? I’m feeling very affectionate right now.”

“Fine by me.” I squeezed her nipple through her dress and bra. “You’re a little overdressed for it, though.”

She rolled her eyes and gently shoved me toward the bed. “Go. Watch. I like when you do. You get this look in your eye…”

“What can I say?”

“I can’t do a striptease or anything, but you don’t really care, do you?”

“Nope.” I propped pillows against the headboard and leaned against them. Christy unzipped her dress, stepped out of it, and carefully replaced it on a hangar in the closet. Then she unhooked her bra and tossed it after her panties.

“Very nice,” I said. “The perfect little package.”

“Mmm, and she wants to say hello to Mr. Big. Maybe we can—?”

The phone rang.