I walk in the door and find my wife waiting with the wine open on the living-room coffee table. Attired only in black lace lingerie, she’s looking sensational with that dark make-up and her full red lips. Black stilettos.
“How did you enjoy Domina?” she asks.
I resist the urge to smile. “Illuminating.”
She pours the wine and hands a glass to me. I take a seat in the comfy chair beside hers.
What I wasn’t prepared for was how much I needed Domina tonight. How my wife knew that? Sometimes she knows me better than I know myself and it’s disconcerting.
I often need to release tension and sometimes intercourse isn’t enough. It’s never sexual tension, either. It’s… not easy to explain.
“Tell me all, George.” She has that look in her eye, like we’ll fuck vigorously after I recount my evening.
“Some of it was crazy,” I chuckle.
“Did you come?”
“Yes.”
“How?” One of her eyebrows flicks up, her index finger tracing the lip of her wineglass, over and over.
“Well…”
“Hold nothing back,” she encourages, licking her lips.
“Okay.”
I start to recall my adventure…
***
I walked into her dungeon and there she waited.
“So, your wife sent you to me?” she asked, and I replied, “I’m not sure why.” The sight of a cage, a cross and her other items had me afraid… and unsure.
“We’ll see.”
The mask and her tight, sexy latex clothes were standard uniform. It gave me the sense that she was serious, therefore I should be, too.
“First time?” she asked.
“Yes.” I heard the tremor in my own voice and hated how I sounded.
“Hmm.” Her calmness, and way of looking at me, were aloof.
This was a service. Nothing more, I told myself.
She wasn’t invested, neither was I.
This was new. Different. My breath came out shorter and my heart pounded a little harder. The unknown, I think.
She didn’t look cruel, but she was disconcertingly cool. I knew I was being a big baby and an ignorant fool, and I think she saw this in my eyes.
Domina got right down to it, making sure I knew who was Boss. Studying me carefully as she removed my shirt, I felt like a prize. Then it was my trousers, open before I could blink.
Oh, she was Boss all right, not even asking permission before taking my cock out roughly. I was nothing but a toy and plaything to her.
Was this why my wife sent me here? To vacate and be someone’s toy for the night. To try and forget myself entirely and let go.
“Hmm,” she said, appreciating my girth. “Two things. One, you will absolutely not come until I say you can.” I nodded my head. “Two, you won’t need a safe word, just tell me to stop if you don’t like anything. However, your wife communicated beforehand what it is you do like…”
“She did?”
She nodded slowly. “There will be nothing you do not like.”
That helped me relax an awful lot and I removed my trousers, my body then entirely unclothed.
As indifferent as she tried to come across, I knew that glint in her eye. She liked what she could feel between my legs and her frozen expression threatened to crack. I couldn’t help but respond when she rubbed some of the wetness from my tip around the rest of my dick.
Fuck!
This was indeed serious. In no time at all, I’d ended up standing naked before a stranger.
Not only was I naked, but enjoying my nipples being stroked and pulled. The part of a man easy to forget, but which, when touched… arouses.
Time passed in a blur and I was fixed to the St Andrew’s cross, facing the wall. She told me she liked my rear and that I had a very nice body. I admit it made me feel powerful to know I could still affect a much younger woman in such a way.
She knelt down behind me and played with my balls like I was a farm animal she was testing for virility. I enjoyed it.
Then came the bum slaps. More nipple play. She had that glint, but never a smile or anything above a murmur. I had to know my place—toy—nothing more.
I was flogged until my ass was singing with tenderness. Occasionally she’d reach under again and play with my cock. Stroking mercilessly before squeezing my balls, nearly wrenching them off. I went from semi to hard to semi and almost soft again. Her touch was unpredictable and I still had a wariness regarding being here with a stranger.
When she tapped my balls from behind with a riding crop, that was also new. My nerve endings were fizzing and jolts of electricity went up and down the backs of my legs, making me want to turn around and have her finally put her mouth around my cock—though clearly, that was never going to happen! (I would’ve done anything for it in that moment.)
Then came the crop against my ass which actually was painful, in a shocking but tantalising sort of way. She knew just how to thwack the thick part of my buttocks and still get a shocked reaction.
“You’d rather have me on this cross, yes?” she taunted.
“Oh, yes.”
“My ass in the air?”
“Oh… yeah.” I trembled and shock.
“Tough luck.”
Just as I was starting to imagine Domina on her knees, sucking my cock back and taking the full length of me, I was flogged again and then I definitely was butt hurt. She’d probably guessed my mind had a tendency to wander and so she’d brought me back to the moment.
As her slave.
High on the euphoria of the endorphins released because of the pain, I barely knew what was happening as she got me facing the other way, strapped to the cross again, this time with my cock in full view of her greedy eyes.
Dazed, even the sensation of my nipples being pulled was nice but not painful like it might have been at the start. I was relaxing into the scene, letting myself be carried away—experiencing that thing where you’re sort of floating above and looking down and you’re not sure if it’s real.
When she tugged on my cock, then put pegs on my nipples and yanked gently—oh yeah, I knew for sure then it was all so real.
The teasing carried on until she knew I was being swallowed up by the euphoria. I needed to be awoken from my trancelike state. So, the pinwheel came out and the highly sensitive skin around my tip nearly screamed in rebellion. Not to mention as she used it on my balls, I couldn’t relax for a second, in fear of my life!
Dripping with precum but still not fully hard—not entirely relaxed—I was constantly on edge all the time between arousal and the unknown. Yeah, I’d done some of this before, but not… seriously. I was drugged on endorphins one minute, battling crazy notions and fear the next.
I thought nothing could make me as terrified as those tiny little pins rolling across my slit, but then she strapped a vibrating cuff around the base of my cock and reminded me, “Do not come.”
Maybe she wouldn’t do anything to me if I came, perhaps it was an idle threat, but I didn’t know that—so I did my best to follow her instruction.
Even though the squeeze around the base of my cock was immense, I was getting harder by the second and my balls were swimming with sperm desperate to escape this nervous, anxious body of mine!
I came a bit, inevitably, especially when she nearly smiled as my balls tightened and the clear fluid dripping from my tip threatened to become cloudy.
It definitely pleased her that I hadn’t fully let go because she allowed me to worship her feet and legs. Her skin was fresh and recently shaved, some floral body lotion lingering. The way she remained unreadable drove me mad. Did she think I was sexy; did she find me repulsive? Did it matter?
Yes! I wanted some reaction, so I worshipped her for as long as I was allowed, just to the knee and no further.
Then came the foot wank. I decided this was another way she might show she was pleased with me. The soft skin of her feet brought me nearer to full arousal than I had been all evening, and yet…
She kicked my cock like I was nothing more than an absurdity; she had a mild curiosity and that was it. It drove me mad wondering what she really thought, deep down. But I supposed it was her prerogative to give with one hand (or foot), then take with the other.
Getting a cock kicking was not so bad. The heavier I got, the more my cock bounced back and forth, and I saw in her eyes she enjoyed the way my weighty member responded to her touch. Like a cat toying with a mouse.
I knew it was still not time to come, however.
Damn.
“You may worship my behind over these clothes.”
Excited because I must have done something right, I enjoyed a few minutes of licking and kissing her, trying to get a sense of the body beneath the latex. Jeez, the things I might have done!
“Let’s do something new,” she said, pulling me out of my meandering thoughts, yet again.
“Like what?” I said, near to trembling with the desire to have her say something nice.
“Let’s treat you to some pleasure.”
At this, my heart kicked into gear again, and I could only wonder.
She gestured to hop up on top of her dog crate and I felt mildly embarrassed about the position it put me in. This was definitely something I’d only ever done with my wife.
Domina donned a glove, and I heard the squirt of lube, a sort of unexpected thrill ricocheting down my spine. Stroking gently between my crack, I enjoyed that tender touch and when she whispered, “Relax,” I found that I immediately yielded. Here I was, more like a dog wagging its tail for treats, than the CEO I was by day. In the space of half an hour, I’d been chastened.
It was the case again that things sort of just happened, and I said to myself, “A woman has her finger in my ass.” A stranger, at that. But it was something…
I wanted it to happen. I was enjoying it. She gripped the base of my cock, which was already tight, and it felt like she was massaging my glands from within as she plunged, grabbed more lube, and then plunged again, keeping me forever on edge.
In fact, the more she touched me inside, I started to shudder. An involuntary reaction was creeping up on me… so she stopped.
The rope arrived, then. She let me know of her intent to cut off my circulation… or make it more heightened.
It was the latter.
The massage wand came out, and she held it against my cock end, driving me nuts. I’d been holding onto so much cum, for so long. Now this! I was dripping precum to the point I was like a running tap.
My cock felt swollen beyond anything I’d ever known, and she still hadn’t told me I could come!
Too full, too raw… too sensitive. I made a whelping noise that I think indicated my predicament. She wrapped her fingers so tight around the base of me, I thought only more torture lay ahead, when…
With her other hand, she began mercilessly wanking the tip of my cock.
The flood rose up slowly, thickly.
It was painful and blinding.
The muscles in my entire body spasmed out of control, and I shook, over and over, spraying everywhere. So much cum. Erupting all over. Hollowed out and completely used up.
Just this sense, she was pleased with me.
It made me feel great.
On shaky legs I climbed off that table and kissed her hand, saying thank you.
I hadn’t thought about my business going under all the time I was there.

***
My wife is panting as I finish the recollection of my time with Domina, my very own dominatrix story. She licks her lips and says, “How much cum was there, exactly?”
“More than I think… ever!”
She touches a hand gently to her chest. “What was it?”
“Keeping me on edge… the gentle application of pain… the mixture of it… the BDSM toys… vibrating toys… and I think, her. She was cruel, but also, I dunno. It’s hard to explain.”
My wife bites her lip. “Come on, tell me, George.”
“Okay…”
I don’t want to offend my wife, but here goes…
“So it was… Well, obviously, she was attractive and younger. She had a great figure.”
To my surprise, my wife puts down her glass of wine, opens her legs and reveals the massage wand she’s been hiding down the side of her seat.
Spreading her legs, she holds the wand over the scrap of lace between those beautiful legs and I watch, rapt as she hooks her knees over either arm of the chair.
“So… I was… not always hard… but it was… I wanted to know what she was thinking and I never quite knew what she was thinking and that drove me crazy. And every time she said something like she liked my butt or she stroked my cock and seemed to enjoy it…”
My wife arches in her chair, eyes fluttering open and closed. At the same time, I’m hardening at the sight before me, but also at recalling the story.
“I wondered if she was wet, if her nipples were hard under that suit. Did she even wear underwear, or was she completely naked?” My wife groans, the wand going to max setting. “She had this zip going all the way up the back, and it would’ve been so easy to open. Might’ve revealed her naked behind. What would I have done, I asked myself, if she had been naked and no underwear… just a wet pussy right in front of my face as she bent over?”
“Tell me,” she nearly barks.
“I probably would’ve plunged my face right in there, pussy, ass and all. Then taken her… hard.”
My wife’s head thrashes on her shoulders. “Oh, yeah…”
“I also wondered if she would’ve sucked me if she hadn’t been employed by you. If we were two strangers who’d just met… something like that.” My wife’s eyes widen; I can’t believe she loves the idea of this. “Then I thought, would she take me in the ass, pussy, both? Would she drink my spunk? I imagined all that while we were engaged in the scene.”
“Oh god, don’t stop,” demands my wife.
“She’d be on that cross instead, and I’d have pegs all over… I’d finger her… fuck her with my tongue, cock… I’d slap her big breasts, spank that luscious ass… I’d spunk everywhere… in her hair, up in all her holes…”
My wife screams as she comes, juices soaking the seat beneath her. Chest heaving up and down. I move quickly and drag those filthy panties off her, releasing my rock-solid cock from its confines.
I’m straight in between those filthy, wet lips… pounding deep into her without an ounce of care. She unclips her bra and tosses it away, her nipples deep red and puckered. She’s left in just her stockings, suspenders and black patent stiletto heels. Her shaved pussy is smothered with arousal, coating me luxuriously so I can fit my big cock inside her without hindrance.
“George, fuck me, fuck me all night!”
“God, yeah.”
Fucking her hard so she’s rocking back and forth in the chair, I roar, “She would’ve had my cum all over her! And you’d have been watching… touching yourself. I would’ve fucked her until she had it coming up out of her…”
My wife comes hard, clamping around me over and over again. She screams so loud, the neighbours will definitely have heard that. Good job they know us well enough by now.
We swap places and I’m in her chair, she’s riding me like a cowgirl, not even thinking about me. Her eyes are closed, she’s touching her breasts, her clit, rubbing her hands everywhere and I’m in awe… of this woman. Of every woman. I love women. She knows that. None more so than her.
“Tell me more, George,” she begs, rocking over me with greedy hips.
She’s gone deep into the zone like I was at the time.
“When she had her finger in my arse, it was so naughty.”
“Yes,” she murmurs.
“I was constantly like a full hose pipe that’s awaiting just a slight turn of the tap… that little bit… pressure released…” She clutches her throat. “She was constantly grazing that tap, just… I was waiting to blast any minute…”
“Fuck, George. I thought I’d ordered you a relaxation session… help you get out your own head a bit.”
I realise something suddenly. My wife stops gyrating, and we stare at one another.
“Domina liked me?”
“I’d say she liked you very, very much. It turns me on, knowing that.”
It sinks in…
Hell yes! I pleased her and that’s why I got the full works and she took me to places neither of us had pre-agreed on. It all happened naturally because she liked me. Behind it all, she might have even… fancied me?
I stand up with my wife in my arms and carry her upstairs, like a King.
In our bed, she lies beneath me, staring up at me with wonder.
“Special, George. You don’t know how special.”
I thrust back into her and she groans deeply, gratefully. I’m rock-hard at the thought of having pleased two women today. I’ve been reminded that yes, I’m passionate, work hard and I’m a good man. We will get through this, together.
“Make love to me,” she whispers.
“I can do this all night,” I tell her, grabbing her grateful ass.
“Don’t stop…”
She looks at me with all the love in the world.
My own Domina.
The End

The exciting sensation of my naked flesh slightly rubbing against the inside of my coat was proving so arousing or was it just my mind teasing me as it allowed my brain to race with thoughts of my appearance. In my deliciously naughty attire, I felt the part. A waist clinching waspie shaped my body enticingly, enough flesh revealing at the top of my thighs to tempt any man before my black silky stockings trailed down into my thigh-high boots. Topping it all, my best accessory, some black sequined nipple tassels, carefully adorned, cupping only my nipples leaving the sensual curves and movement of my pert breasts visible to see. But my look created my own inner pleasure and elevated my increasing excitement. This was as much about me as it was him, it quickened my breath to know how sexual I had become. I wanted the thrill of embodying of a woman of desire, I had removed the mantle of his girlfriend and my new persona was in tack and so ready for attention. This was my sexual fantasy, and he was about to be totally fucked by it.
What I had on under my coat, he was unaware, but my hidden bare skin was portraying a naughty telltale sign of what I wanted that night. As I moved with conviction, little was revealed in my tall boots, the tops of which hidden under the edge of my mac. I felt brazen and bold and alive with excitement desiring the role of his escort.
My night planned, my oh so sexy but sometimes admittedly a little more serious boyfriend was in for such a treat. Late nights and long working hours, his mind hadn’t had the chance to entertain many sexual yearnings, but tonight I wanted to blow his mind. I wanted to be a feast for his eyes and body.
As I strode into his home apartment I scanned the room for my ideal location. Steering him on I turned and pushed him meaningfully against a blank wall, and pressed his back against the smooth surface. This was just where I wanted him. Motionless, he said nothing, but a quizzical look crossed his face, and I enjoyed seeing his eyes soak up my appearance. I stood and looked intently to see his appreciation growing, his eyes increasing with warmth and feeling. I watched as they slowly dropped and left my vision scanning all over my body, looking for evidence of what I might be doing but soon moved back to capture the meaning in my face.
Not losing my eye contact I loosened his buttons, spreading open his shirt to reveal the strong nape of his neck and the top of his muscular frame. I moved closer, inhaling his warm body scent, before trailing gentle kisses across his lusty neck. He showed no evidence of moving, maintaining an intent glare at me through his glasses in a very beguiling fashion. I continued on my assault of his body, unbuttoning more of his shirt deep and wide, revealing his well-toned athletic frame. His beautiful, firm body, ripped and curved to perfection initially masked by his sobering work attire, something that gave little evidence of the desirable torso lurking beneath.
I pulled back the tails of his shirt and continued my descent, opening up the top of his trousers, revealing the first sign of his arousal bulging before me. Still taking the full extent of my prize, I allowed a rye smile to cross my lips as my tongue caught the corner of my mouth offering up the first real indication of what was to come. In his response, his eyes burned with such anticipation and never left mine as I stepped back to loosen my tight belt. Opening the buttons of my coat the true state of my dress become evident and I felt my nipples respond to the scrutiny shown. The lights in the room dancing off the sparkly fabric of my tasselled nipples as they revealed themselves.
I heard a short intake of breath, followed by the movement in his chest. I know I had his full and utter attention, which was now all mine to command. Slipping the coat off my shoulders his eyes were drawn further to the image before him. Taking in the sexual treat I was offering, I felt elated to see his increasing desire, his body signally his continued arousal, cock twitching, a slight fidget in his stance, his mouth opened to draw more breath. My pussy started to murmur in appreciation, while wetness grew between my lips, my pussy started to pulse with anticipation. I loved how he could create such a response in my body.
As my coat puddled on the floor, I felt alive before him. So aroused I couldn’t help playing to the moment and enjoy teasing his eyes, I began moving my body sensually and seductively before him. I touched and caressed myself, arousing my skin as I felt my own hot touches creating their own pleasure.
Looking at him standing before me his sexy ripped torso so beautifully exposed, I couldn’t resist provocatively dropping down to a squat. I levelled my red lips to that of his cock, bulging and pulsing behind the fabric confines of his trousers. With ease I lowered his pants allowing it to escape, presenting the full extent of his hard magnitude all before me. So rigid and extended it was seeking the attention of my hot mouth it so wanted. Swirling my tongue along its length I felt the full delicious impact of his aroused state. It felt so good knowing how much I pleased him, how much he responded to my touch and movement. Within moments I felt just a few drops of sweet-salty liquid ooze from him, as he quietly leant further back against the wall letting out a small moan of pleasure, fuelling the growing passion burning deep inside me.
He pulled me to my feet, so I could see the full smirk playing on his lips. I quickly helped remove his shirt. For a few moments, I enjoyed looking at him, standing before me completely naked and gorgeous but so short-lived. My body was turned and I was thrust against the bare wall, his arms bearing down on me either side and I felt the full extent of his sexual advances hard up against me. With passionate kisses unrelenting, he traced up my neck and face planting with such desire more upon my mouth. I felt captured by my horny lover as he feasted upon me rigorously, swelling my mouth from so much attention. I felt ravished with love and lust.
Saying nothing he moved quickly down my body to taste my sweet pussy, my juices already flowing, his kisses continued with vigour through my damp panties, while he inhaled my female scent. His tongue slipped the fabric to the side he found my sweetness, evading first with his tongue, then finger. My body quivered as he teased and flicked at my aroused clit, bringing such delicious agony and pleasure to my body.
Slipping off my panties he exposed my swollen lips to be further satisfied, my pussy stretching as his fingers continue to invade my wetness. As the pleasure so overcome me he turned me around, feeling his hard cock hard against my back, he bent me forward and I felt him thrust his cock deep into my pussy. Such sweet fucking continued as he assaulted my body, I continued to sigh as I felt every long hard inch delve deep inside me. Again and again, it invaded me. His rhythm quickening to a pace that developed such a strong inner wave. I couldn’t stop my expression of such intense pleasure and continued to cry out with every thrust he made. Desperate for my release I felt it coming yet wished I could sustain this feeling for so much longer. Legs weakening, my body convulsed and contracted with such desirable ecstasy and I came hard with his next thrust.
Unable to take any more, I wanted him in my mouth again, now it was my turn to give him that welcome release and taste his pleasure exploding in me. Squatting down I continued to devour his cock, deep and fast knowing he was close to his moment. With my mouth full with all I could take, I felt a sudden repeated pulse on my mouth and the rapid expulsion of sticky sweet liquid trickle down the back of my throat, holding him deep in me I let him pump his sweet juices, while he cried out.
His body now damp with sweat from such exertions I gave my horny cock a lasting kiss before standing up and moving away, leaving him just momentarily enjoying the outcome of having his own escort at home.
THE END

The all-day professional development conference that Jenifer had been dreading for months should have worn her out. Between getting there early enough to get her pick of tables and staying long enough to make sure she made all the right connections, it ended up being a ten-hour affair. Her mind throbbed with too much noise, information, and socializing. She’d worn the wrong heels, so her legs and feet ached despite being seated most of the day. Certainly, the mangled notes on her laptop would need sorting out before all the important lessons escaped her memory.
None of that was forefront of her mind, though. As she reflected on the long day, she couldn’t stop thinking about the randy newlyweds.
When Jenifer walked into the conference room, she sighed in relief. No tented name tags told anyone where they were required to sit. She dreaded nothing more than forced conversation. Still, arriving early hadn’t done her the favour she hoped. There were already people at every table. Thankfully, she noticed her desired spot at a table in the far, back corner of the large space. It was the least occupied table with only two people at it, a man and a woman. Those two people were deeply engrossed in one another. That was a good sign. They wouldn’t be concerned with Jenifer, and she could keep to herself. She adjusted her thick-rimmed glasses and headed for that table.
As Jenifer approached, she saw the woman move her hand from the table top to under the tablecloth. She could see the woman’s arm stretch out slightly to her left. Jenifer couldn’t see what the woman’s hand was doing, but the man sitting next to her stirred. He looked at the woman who smiled back at him. He moved his chair closer to the table and leaned back. Jenifer could see the tablecloth move up some, and it fully covered the man’s lap. He closed his eyes just as Jenifer reached them.
Even though Jenifer liked to keep to herself and didn’t like to draw attention, she’d long appreciated anyone who dared to be sexually adventurous in public. However, the word “appreciated” didn’t quite cover it though. Because it was so far out of her comfort zone, public sex was Jenifer’s go-to when it came to porn. She loved watching other people give each other pleasure unto itself, but seeing people be so into it that they threw caution to the wind? That was hot. While Jenifer kept her curtains drawn if she so much as changed shirts, the thought of watching others or even being watched in the sexiest of moments made her clench her thighs and long for a toy.
Jenifer hated to interrupt the couple. She thought about sitting somewhere else in the hopes that they’d be left alone where they were, and she could watch them all day. Startling them out of what they were doing would have been a hugedisappointment. Jenifer decided to approach anyway. Maybe she’d be brave enough to let them know she was more than OK watching them play.
As she got within earshot, she gently cleared her throat and again adjusted her black glasses. The man’s eyes flew open, and the woman’s hand appeared on the table. If they were trying to be subtle, they’d just failed. Their lack of discretion made Jenifer wonder if anyone else had noticed them and if they’d end up getting in trouble with Jenifer being mortifiedat being caught at the perv table, but she pressed on anyway.
“Hi, um, I don’t mean to, um, disturb you, but may I sit here, please?” Jenifer unwittingly glanced down toward the man’s crotch under the tablecloth, and she blushed when she realized she’d done it and hoped neither the man nor the woman had noticed. If they had, they didn’t seem to mind. They both smiled broadly.
The moment was so brief, but it was like everyone knew exactly what was going on in this erotic voyeur moment. Somehow, she felt like they knew she wanted to watch, and she knew they wanted to be watched. An intense warmth spread from her core to her pussy to her thighs. She could feel it in her face and ears. She couldn’t distinguish the embarrassment from the arousal.
“Please sit!” The woman said, gesturing with her right hand at another chair directly across from them. The man merely gazed at Jenifer, and his cheeks flushed and lips slightly parted.
“I’m Georgia,” the woman said. “This is my husband, Malik. We just got married about nine weeks ago. We’ve been working in separate countries for two months. I apologize if we seem… distracted.”
The man nodded and smiled, but he turned his attention back to his wife. The look on his face, his laser focus on her with his wide eyes screamed of yearning.
“I’m Jenifer. Congratulations! You can totally pretend like I’m not here,” she said.
No wonder they’re eager, she thought. She willed them with her mind: Keep going.
It was an unrealistic fantasy to watch this couple tease each other for the next eight hours in a busy conference hall with hundreds of other attendees. The bright lights revealed everything not under the tables. Yet much to Jenifer’s delight, she was able to feast on the sight of Georgia and Malik the entire time. By the time the conference was over, Jenifer’s panties were soaked, and she suspected she even had a wet spot on the back of her skirt. She felt like she’d been edged from afar. A single touch on her pussy would make her explode.
The moment she got home, she’d opened her curtains wide. It was dark outside, so she turned on a lamp, keeping the light low.
I’m gonna try this, she thought. After an entire day of relentless teasing, it seemed a shame to waste the opportunity and the tiny bit of exhibitionist bravery she’d worked up watching Georgia and Malik.
In her dimly lit apartment, she stepped into her bathroom. She couldn’t quite convince herself to undress in front of the window with the curtains open just yet. Instead, she took a bath to soothe her long-tensed body and refresh her tired, overstimulated skin. It was exhausting to spend an entire day of dangerously flirting with unprofessional behaviour, pretending to listen to the speakers, and squeezing her thighs together while watching her favourite fantasies unfold just a few feet away from her.
She needed a release. But now she was in charge of the tease.
Though she had waited so long for the moment to play with herself, she resisted the temptation to take her favourite toys with her into the bath. Instead, she wanted her climax to be the last thing she experienced before she went to sleep. And she wanted it to be in front of the whole city, in her own way. She stripped down to nothing. The air on her skin felt warm and steamy from the bath. She ran her fingers across her breasts and shocked at her own touch. Half a day of teasing, of edging, of not touching when she wanted to touch… every sensation was on a new level.
After her bath, Jenifer towelled off and, still in the nude, took a deep breath as she walked to her kitchen. Though she was sure no one could see her yet, the thrill of it made her think back to Georgia and Malik. She wondered if they were in a hotel somewhere in town with Georgia’s glorious breasts wildly mashing against the window while Malik ploughed her from behind. Jenifer reached for her favourite white mug and gripped it tight. She brewed a cup of chamomile and gazed out the window. Even though her skin was still damp, nothing on her was wetter than her throbbing pussy. She’d gone way past tingling. Jenifer’s body was almost uncomfortable with the longing for release.
At her suede daybed, she stood in front of the darkened city for the first time wearing absolutely nothing but her glasses. The glow of evening lights dotted other open curtains. Jenifer was too nervous to look closely at what they might’ve been doing. Maybe some were watching her. Maybe someone was rubbing their body the way Jenifer would in mere moments.
Another pang of torturous need rippled through her body. At that moment, Jenifer noticed a man looking at his window. He wasn’t looking at her, but she still sat down quickly on the daybed. Her moment of shyness caused her to wrap herself in her white down comforter. She giggled at the fear and the rush.
The window overlooking the city was just above her, giving her the slight bit of privacy she needed to feel comfortable,but still exposing the city to her. The unsatisfied draw between her legs beckoned.
She sipped her tea. Now in the comfort of her own space with that tiny bit of public risk, Jenifer could truly enjoy the memory of the day’s constant titillation. So many small moments flashed in her mind, and each one struck her pussy with more and more pleasure.
Her mind returned to Georgia and Malik. During the first presentation, Jenifer watched Georgia’s hand return under the tablecloth and toward Malik’s crotch. The speaker—a loud man with a penchant for laughing at his own jokes—proved the perfect cover. Jenifer could see the way the fabric of the tablecloth moved, shifting up and down. The more it moved, the more serious Malik’s face grew. His wide, pink lips stay parted, but his eyes closed. Jenifer noticed beads of sweat in his buzzcut fade. Malik let his head drop back slightly, and Georgia kept her focus on her husband, never once looking down.
When Malik moaned, Jenifer nearly came right then without so much as touching her own body. The memory caused Jenifer’s pussy to twitch.
She breathed deep, inhaling the steam and sweet scent of her tea. She cupped her hot mug with both hands, the heat penetrating her palms. Then she rubbed her legs lightly, letting the heat further soothe her both tired and delicious tension. The softness of her skin delighted her. The warmth melted her muscles.
Jenifer wondered if, indeed, the couple was doing the same thing, visible from a window or not. Was Malik touching Georgia’s skin like Jenifer touched her own? Was he on top of her, driving into her pussy? Was she sucking him on display for the city? After a whole day of teasing, Jenifer wondered how quickly they’d erupt with what had to be the most powerful orgasms either of them had ever had.
Or were they like Jenifer? Were they taking even more time, prolonging that release?
The rest of the night was devoted to her own sexual pleasure, total relaxation, and self-love. She lost herself in the memories of the couple’s discreet pleasure and grinned to herself. Jenifer moved her hand under her comforter and explored the sensations. She was convinced Georgia and Malik were feeling the same things.
The way Jenifer felt in that moment was bliss. She wanted the sensations to last. She wanted to cum for hours, to play and make herself cum over and over again. A full day dedicated to making herself hit multiple orgasms would have to wait though.
She reached into her lacy white panties and felt her own heat radiating from her soaked vulva. The pleasure of her fingers against her molten pussy was instant. She set her mug on the bed and moved the comforter aside. Jenifer reached for her blue, metallic bullet vibe.
The slick, cool vibe felt hard against her nipple, giving her the pressure she needed to ratchet her passion up a notch. Would the couple be using a vibe as well? How could they not? She imagined they had everything in their sexual arsenal. Thoughts of Georgia using a vibe against her clit while Malik fucked her pushed Jenifer to touch and rub her own clit. She teased herself with the vibe, then clicked it on. The sound made her smile with anticipation.
The joy was instantaneous. The vibrations made her breathe harder. But Jenifer had been horny all day, and she needed more. Her own forced wait was now agonizing. She grew impatient. She clicked the bullet’s button again to increase the speed. It intensified against her lips and clit. She moaned. Her stomach tightened. Her mouth opened with erotic joy.
As her body screamed for more, Jenifer slowed down to indulge. She rubbed the bullet against her clit, thinking of the couple. When they were gone for twenty minutes over lunch, had he licked and sucked Georgia’s clit? Is that why Malik’s lips looked swollen, and Georgia’s hair was damp with sweat? Had she wrapped her lips around his swollen cockhead? Were they pounding away in a busy bathroom not caring who heard them, or had they found a quiet closet in a corner? Jenifer wished she had seen them going at it finally, but the sheer fantasy of them fucking anywhere at the conference deepened Jenifer’s desire. Her fingers pinched at her nipples, her skin shimmered with glittery moisturizer, and her bullet vibe pulsed against her button.
Jenifer fantasized about having joined them. During the conference, she’d wanted to pretend she’d dropped something and crawl under the table to give both Georgia and Malik even more enticement. While pretending to listen to a speaker, Jenifer imagined sliding her fingers inside Georgia’s wet cunt. She imagined Georgia would be almost fully shaved, as a young newlywed. Then Jenifer imagined holding Malik’s cock in her mouth. She’d be able to feel his pulse between her lips while Georgia slyly bucked her hips against Jenifer’s finger fuck. The fantasy brought Jenifer back to her own body, the darkness outside her window, and the urge to finish compelled Jenifer to rub at her glistening cunt. She clicked off the vibe and plunged an urgent finger into her pussy like she imagined doing to Georgia.
It was satisfying and not enough all at once.
Her pleasure was now all-consuming, and her thoughts were lost in the fantasy of a surreptitious threesome in the bustling conference room. Switching between rubbing her clit in circles and fingering herself, Jenifer moaned and whimpered. Her pulse throbbed inside every inch of her body. Her swollen labia slickened with her juices, and she rubbed it all over her fingers. She glided over her own clit, then pushed down, giving it the pressure it wanted. Each circle brought her a little closer. She struggled with losing control, but the need took over. Jenifer longed to be filled by Malik’s cock, which she never had the pleasure of seeing. Or she wanted to feel the probe of Georgia’s long fingers.
Again, Jenifer delved her own fingers into her cunt, imagining they were Georgia’s. With two this time to fill her pussy’s need, the pleasure built deep in her pelvis. Her asshole clenched, and her mouth widened. She no longer noticed her own whimpers or the scent of her own juices. The fear of someone hearing her disappeared. When she realized she was being louder than normal, she wondered if the neighbours were listening intently enough to hear how wet she was. Another loud moan escaped her, though she didn’t know if she did it on purpose.
She imagined Georgia’s taut nipples rubbing against her own as she tasted Malik’s salty pre-cum. She fixated on how smooth Malik’s firm, ready-to-burst head would have felt like against her tongue. His dick would’ve been darkened and veins bulging with the need for release. As her own pussy tightened around her thrusting fingers, Jenifer imagined how Georgia’s pussy would have clenched down around Jenifer’s deepening fingers and how each stroke would bring the woman closer to climax.
Had she indulged in the fantasy she had at the conference of slipping under the table, there was no way any of them would have managed to stay quiet.
Jenifer grinned at the thought of being that bold as she fucked herself.
Jenifer’s fantasy switched back to the memory of when she was certain Georgia made Malik cum. The man groaned louder than he had the whole time, and someone at the next table noticed. Malik was too lost in his orgasm to care. His body shuddered while Georgia’s hand slowed. Jenifer watched as Georgia waited until just the right moment, raised her messy hand, then licked every drop of Malik’s cum off of each finger. Malik and Jenifer both watched Georgia with rapt attention, and Georgia grinned with evil glee.
Jenifer could no longer hold back. The pleasure she longed for all day took over. She spread her legs wide. Her dark hair fell back. With hard, fast strokes, Jenifer fucked her pussy with her two fingers. Malik’s moans and Georgia’s tongue flashed in Jenifer’s mind. Her hips rocked and shook, matching her intense fingering.
With a brief curl of her upper lip, Jenifer’s cunt clamped down with fast waves. She pulled her fingers out and rubbed her pulsating clit. Each circle caused her whole body to jump at the shocks of pleasure ripping through her pussy. Her breasts bounced. The waves cascaded down her legs. She pulled them together, pushing her hand against her mound. Her trimmed hair prickled against her wet hand.
The waves slowed, and Jenifer reached up to pull at her nipple, prolonging the pleasure until her whole body relaxed.
Caressing her vulva and skin, a brief smile flashed on Jenifer’s face. Her chest rose and fell, still trembling and heaving from finally being able to uncoil the built-up sexual tension. Exhaustion and satisfaction soon filled Jenifer’s body.
With the aftereffects glowing from within every inch of her body and the city’s equally loving glow still gazing at her through the open curtains, Jenifer pulled her comforter back over her and settled into sleep within moments. She didn’t even bother taking off her glasses. She fell asleep remembering how she adjusted them one last time as she waved goodbye to Georgia and Malik and wondered if she’d see them at the next conference. She drifted off, thinking she just might join them.
The End.

It was something Venera had always fantasised about with many of her clients, especially the attractive men, as well as some of her incredibly beautiful female clients, but it was something she never dared to act on. It was crossing a line, and she respected the trust her clients put in her too much to ever cross that particular threshold.
Venera was one of the most highly sought-after erotic tantra and massage workers in the greater London area. She had built a business, if that was to be named as such, into a thriving practice. One where ultimate discretion was of course required, and one where her livelihood depended on her remaining in complete control. That meant she could touch her clients, but they could never touch her. Still, it was something she had brought herself to orgasm just by thinking about many, many times.
After long days of multiple sessions Venera would return home to the darkness of her bedroom and strip off all her clothes and crawl between her cool bed sheets, allowing her fingers to trace over her breasts and down her body until she found the heated pool of desire between her legs. She imagined her clients touching her, moving their hands over her breasts as she had moved her hands over their bodies… slowly, sensually, driving her wild with desire, just as she had done to them. With her eyes closed she would imagine them pressing her inner thighs apart, spreading her legs… their fingers pushing inside her and finding her so incredibly wet.
Night after night Venera would cry out in ecstasy in the solitude of her bed, her back arched, her skin drenched in sweat as wave after wave of orgasm rushed through her. After spending endless days catering to the sexual needs of others, she desperately needed to be touched. She wanted her clients to take her, and ravish her… to spread her open and fuck her until she exploded. She wanted to be the one whose body was shaking with pure sexual release at the hands of another. Except she would never allow that to happen.
She couldn’t.
When Venera established her business, she wrote a single rule down on a piece of paper and kept it tucked inside of her calendar of appointments as a reminder:
I am always in complete control of my sessions. I am in charge of my clients—they are not in charge of me.
That note was written three years ago… and long before she ever met Nick.
*
Venera had worked hard to create a Zen-like atmosphere in her small studio that would make a Buddhist monk jealous. Walking in and seeing the simple white walls, clean hardwood floors, dim lighting, and beautiful artwork and plants, one would think they were at a retreat of some sort, not an illicit massage parlor, which is just what Venera wanted. She wanted her clients to feel like they were at a spa, enjoying a beautiful massage by a beautiful woman… a woman who just happened to really enjoy getting her clients off in ways they could only dream of.
Venera was an expert in many massage techniques, from Swedish to chakra energy work, but she found most of her clients preferred her speciality massage—something she referred to as an out-of-body experience because it really was like nothing any of her clients had ever experienced. She incorporated the Japanese technique of Nuru massage, where a therapist uses their full body to massage a client, with another practice into her work— erotic tantra. With tantra came a level of sexual energy not present in a normal massage. Venera’s role, as she saw it, was to unleash the internal tantric energy her clients possessed. Venera knew how to lead her clients into a state of euphoric bliss by simply guiding them to control their breath. Touch was sometimes hardly necessary… but touch them she did.
Fully nude, she had her clients lay on the floor, caressing every inch of their skin. As they relaxed with her incredibly sensual touch, she would stimulate different parts of their bodies, finding erogenous zones many didn’t even know they had. Behind their earlobes. The inside of their thighs. The middle of their backs. Ultimately, her hands would reach their final destination. Venera would expertly tease and tantalise her clients, touching them intimately, focusing her energy in a slow, deliberate manner. She would listen to the groans and sighs of pleasure coming from her clients as she manipulated them until they were on the verge of exploding.
Venera loved the feeling of being in complete control, of bringing someone to the edge and back so many times they nearly passed out. It was her gift, and she used it well. There was no man, nor woman, who could withstand her touch. In the end, they all exploded, releasing currents of pent-up energy as their bodies shook and convulsed under her touch. She controlled each and every one of them, enjoying each experience, knowing she was capable of creating such intense sexual pleasure.
Then came Nick.
The first time he walked into her studio Venera knew Nick was different from anyone she’d met before. Not only was he a perfect specimen of the male form—a beautiful man with a body chiselled from the finest stone and brought to life by the gods themselves, there was something about him that set off alarm bells in her head.
“Get out now, he’s not good for you…” Of course, she did no such thing.
Nick’s session began as all her sessions did, facing each other, seated on the floor. Venera proceeded to guide Nick into a meditative state focusing on his breath. The candlelight was low, and the music soft. Venera could hear each breath Nick took growing deeper and deeper, softer and softer.
That’s when she noticed it.
She had completely stopped breathing.
Venera caught herself. She took in a few deep breaths and then refocused her energy. She moved Nick onto the towel, face down. With long, sweeping strokes, she moved her hands up and down his back, placing light caresses and gentle squeezes on his buttocks and back of his legs and nimble pinches on his neck and earlobes. She ran her hands down the full length of his firm thighs and his sculpted calves. With every movement she reminded herself she was the one in control. She was the one touching him. Except that wasn’t exactly true. Yes, her client was motionless before her… but somehow, he was still touching her.
He was getting through to her in a way no client ever had.
Venera breathed in deeply again, wondering if she could continue. Yes, you can, she told herself. Because next came her favourite part.
Venera stood and slipped off her white skirt and let it fall to the floor, then peeled off her sheer white top. Completely nude, she lowered herself back down to the ground, then straddled the back of Nick’s legs. She reached for more oil and spread it over his back and buttocks, then pressed her body down on top of him. Slowly she began shifting her hips back and forth, gliding her bare pussy across his skin. It was an exquisite sensation she knew her clients loved… except something was wrong.
Venera could feel herself getting wetter and wetter. She knew she had to stop, but she couldn’t. Her pussy was magnetised to Nick’s body.
With each slow movement she felt the fire between her legs growing… it wasn’t supposed to be like this. “Venera, be careful,” she heard her inner self warning.
She ignored the voice. She leaned forward and whispered in Nick’s ear. “Would you like to flip over now?”
There was no hesitation.
Venera let out a small gasp as her eyes fell upon Nick’s nude form. In her line of work, she had seen dozens, if not hundreds of phalluses of all shapes and sizes, but Nick was different. It was all she could do not to lean forward and immediately take him in her mouth. She wanted to feel his thick shaft between her lips… to lavish that sweet expanse of skin with her tongue… to feel his essence pulsing deep inside her throat. To do so would be an incredible breach of her rules. She did not service her clients in that manner, ever.
She fought the urges welling up inside her. Releasing another deep, slow breath, she began shifting her hips in slow, tantalising circles, working her way up Nick’s torso until her breasts were directly above his face. His eyes were closed, but she could still feel him drinking her in. Her eyes, of course, were taking in every inch of the man underneath her. She could feel the heat emanating from his naked torso, her own body temperature rising by the second. She breathed deeply again. She had to remain in control. She simply had to.
Except she was losing her internal battle. Her pussy was far too close to Nick’s cock for anything good to come of it.
*
Vera flipped over and faced away from Nick. She leaned forward and slid her hands between his thighs, letting her fingers curl softly around the base of his pulsing member. Slowly, sensually, she began to stroke him, using the technique she had perfected on countless other clients, working her oiled hands up over the tip of his shaft and back down, twisting and tantalising each inch of his throbbing essence. She felt Nick shift under her and let out a small groan. She smiled. Yes, she was still in control.
Nick’s hips began to thrust up and down in time with the movements of her hand. He pushed his cock between her fingers. She again fought the urge to lean forward and take him in her mouth. But fuck—did she want to feel that beautiful cock inside her. Another slow breath. Another refocusing of her thoughts. How much more could she take?
Venera arched her back and shifted her hips back a bit more. Her pussy was now inches from Nick’s mouth—a dangerous position, she knew. Yet it was a position she had come to understand demonstrated the power she held over her clients. She showed them her most intimate areas… the beautiful curve of her ass… her soft, oiled cheeks… but she knew they would never touch her. They couldn’t. They could only see how wet she was from touching them. Venera knew how desperately each man she straddled in this manner wanted to plunge his pulsing cock deep inside her glistening slit. She knew this was the moment her clients enjoyed the most. Seeing what they couldn’t have directly in front of them was enough to drive many of her clients over the edge. Many times they exploded in her hands at this moment, sometimes grabbing onto her legs to hold themselves steady as they climaxed, but never touching her.
Except Nick was different.
Nick’s hands hadn’t moved an inch, but somehow, he was touching her. Venera could feel his hot breath on her clit, spreading her open, as if he was pushing his fingers into her. What was happening?
Venera pressed her body back slightly more, then more still. Her pussy was now inches from his face. If Nick raised his head even slightly, he could ravish her clit with tiny flicks of his tongue or push it deep between her lips, tormenting her in the ways she so desperately wished to be tormented. She swayed her hips from side to side, teasing him, almost begging him to lick her. But she knew he wouldn’t. No client ever did. They did exactly as they were told. They never touched her. Except Nick wasn’t doing what he was told, was he? His damn breathing. His damn aura. His damn sexual energy that was literally pouring from his hot body… he was touching her in ways that she had so desperately longed to be touched for so long.
Venera wanted him.
Badly.
*
Venera guided Nick onto his knees and had him lean back with his hands behind him, his erect cock pulsing in front of him. She reached between his legs and began rubbing his balls and the front of his cock with the palm of her hand. This was one of Vera’s favourite ways of finishing her clients. She always wanted her clients to climax in the most powerful manner possible. She could control their orgasm easily like this, watching their bodies to determine if she needed to slow down her pace or increase her speed as she stroked them until just the right moment when she would completely stop and let their sexual energy flow through them and release from their bodies—although she had no intention of slowing down with Nick. The sooner she coaxed him to completion, the better. She had to get this over with quickly. The minute he walked out of her studio, she would lock the door behind him and never allow him inside again.
That was the only thing she could do… the only thing that made sense.
Venera wrapped her fingers tightly around Nick’s thick shaft, staring directly into his eyes as she began stroking him in a rhythm she knew would drive him over the edge. She leaned her body against his, pressing her hand into his hard abdomen and bringing her breath perfectly in sync with his. She feared if she checked she would find her heartbeat also in perfect sync with his, too. That couldn’t be. Venera hastened her pace.
With his cock sliding between her oiled fingers, Venera stared into Nick’s eyes, focused on triggering his final release, but instead she was losing herself. Going deeper with a client than she ever had before. She fought to keep her breathing steady. It was no use.
The deep look he gave her… his intense stare coupled with the long, slow tantric breaths. Venera was powerless. She could feel Nick in a way she had never experienced before with a client… she couldn’t stop herself from what came next.
Venera straddled Nick. In one swift motion, she raised her hips up and then lowered herself onto his cock. She gasped. Whatever breath she had remaining vanished. She wrapped her hands around his shoulders as he thrust his hips up to meet her. Their bodies began moving in unison. With each thrust, she could feel herself opening, taking him deeper and deeper, their faces pressed together. They didn’t kiss, which somehow heightened the intimacy of the moment. Venera’s entire focus was on feeling Nick inside her, opening her… feeling his energy consume her. This was purely physical… purely sexual… purely a tantric encounter. Yet, it was so much more.
“Yes, oh God, yes—fuck me just like that…” she whimpered, completely lost in the waves of ecstasy rolling through her body. Her breathing was the only thing keeping her even remotely grounded. She was dimly aware she was in her own studio with a client. Nick. His name was Nick. He was—
“Oh, God,” she cried out as her body rocked back and forth.
In tantra practice, the goal is not to achieve a single orgasm; it is to experience the energetic exchange between two people and allow the sexual energy to wash over the body in a continual wave of pleasure. Venera had mastered this energy exchange with her clients, but never had she allowed that energy to consume her as it was now. She felt her body slipping away, her mind free from its vessel. She no longer had any idea where she was. She cried out again, holding onto Nick’s oil-slicked body as if it were the only thing keeping her from being sucked into a bottomless void.
Nick’s cock continued to pulse deeper and deeper inside her. Venera spread her legs and clung to his back. He pulled her down onto him, thrusting into her as he did so. Venera shuddered and let out another loud moan. She held him tightly, rocking her hips back and forth on top of him, each motion taking him even deeper. She cried out, not caring who heard or what may happen. She was fucking her client, and she wanted him more than she had wanted anyone in recent memory.
Venera pressed Nick’s face to her chest as another orgasm rushed through her body. Her thighs clenched, her body quivered. She lost complete control as Nick continued to fuck her harder and harder.
“Fuck yes! I’m coming! I’m coming!” she screamed as her body exploded.
She could take no more. Venera rode Nick’s cock faster and faster, taking him as deeply as she could inside her soaked pussy, begging his orgasm to come.
Finally, she felt him explode.
Venera cried out, shocked to find she was coming again, then again. Nick held her tightly and pressed his lips to her neck, his body shuddering and shaking until his orgasm subsided.
Venera held Nick for a few minutes, as she did all her clients after such an experience… except as with everything else, this time was different. She wasn’t just holding him… he was holding her.
They cleaned up without a word, and Nick left. Venera knew Nick would return. There wasn’t a doubt in her mind. Except she knew she couldn’t allow that to happen. She had broken her own rules never to allow a client to touch her, and he had touched her in ways she would never forget. She knew she could never see him again.
Venera waited ten minutes after Nick left, then sent him a message.
I can’t see you again as a client, but if you’d like to take me to dinner sometime, I would be happy to oblige.
His reply came instantly.
I’m still standing outside your door if you’re hungry now?
Venera smiled. She opened the door completely nude. She was indeed hungry, but dinner could wait a bit longer.
The End

One
Felicia
Why does he have to be so damn hot?
Felicia stood in her opulent bedroom, one manicured hand clutching the fine drapery and the other pressed to the glass as she gazed down at Colin from the window. Her stepson was bent over, stretching for his run, ass firm beneath his sweats. From this angle, she could see how the material hugged his balls. Her pussy grew wet just imagining what it would be like to squeeze them. They wouldn’t feel anything like David’s. She just knew it. No, whereas her husband’s sagged in a most unattractive way, Colin would have taut, heavy balls. They would be a handful. She wouldn’t be able to fit them in her mouth all at once, but if she—
“Stop it,” she told herself in a shaky voice, turning from the window with a pained expression. Her inner conflict—the same exhausting battle she fought every day—was almost enough to bring her to tears. David didn’t deserve this. He wasn’t a bad husband. He didn’t abuse or neglect her. She wanted for nothing. Well, that was a lie, wasn’t it? She wanted her stepson Colin like she wanted her next breath. Like she needed her next breath. And didn’t that feel like its own betrayal.
Hugging herself, she walked over and sat in the oversized reading chair, tucking her legs under her. She’d married David, a sixty-five-year-old neurosurgeon, four years ago after he’d operated on her mother, removing a tumor and ultimately saving the woman’s life. Felicia had been indebted to him and readily agreed when he’d asked her to dinner. As her mother’s primary caregiver, Felicia had been thirty going on crazy cat lady, and he’d been rich, handsome, and kind. They’d had a whirlwind romance brimming with jewelry, luxurious hotels, and gourmet restaurants. She’d been powerless in the face of all that extravagance. Of being swept away from the normalcy of her normal life with its normal struggles. The wedding had been three months later.
And despite David being as charming as he’d ever been, Felicia craved Colin during her every waking moment. After accepting a residency at David’s hospital a few months ago, Colin had moved in with them to lessen his commute. With the incredible amount of hours he logged, the relocation made sense.
It also made her burn inside. Biting her lip, Felicia slid her hands between her legs and clamped them just to dull the ache.
Her stepson had taken over her every thought. He was so unlike his father. Colin was young and strong and had a wildness about him that called to her. His sparkling hazel eyes and sinful grin haunted her wherever she went. If they passed in the hall, her gaze always fell to his mouth, her tongue yearning for his. Her skin tingled when he was near, longing for his touch. And then there was his hair. It was too long for a doctor’s, and his strong fingers were always raking through the blond waves, giving him an unkempt look that drove her wild. She’d often imagined raking her own fingers through it while his head was between her legs, his tongue inside her, licking her pussy.
“Holy,” she moaned as the visual bloomed in her mind. Guilt flared, but she found herself spreading her legs. Maybe if she’d already been dressed, she could’ve resisted the urge to touch her swollen clit, but it was early, and she still wore just her favorite old sweater over her bra and panties. As she pulled the panties aside with trembling fingers, exposing her wet pussy to the lavish room, she tried to convince herself she wasn’t about to masturbate to the sexual fantasy of Colin. He was only two years younger than her, but that wasn’t the point. He wasn’t David. He wasn’t her husband. What he was was off limits. Untouchable. Forbidden.
It didn’t stop her, however, from closing her eyes and touching herself. Biting her lip, Felicia slid two fingers down over her clit and through her folds, massaging in an achingly slow circle. When her fingertips dipped lower, and she felt how wet she was already, her mouth parted, a soft whimper escaping. Oh, how she wished it was the head of Colin’s cock rubbing her instead. Just the idea made her breath hitch. It would slip over her delicate skin, teasing and testing her slit before sliding in, slow and deep. He would be so big . . . so thick, stretching her like she’d never been stretched before. She would cry out and spread her legs wider for him. She’d take all of him. Every last inch. She knew he wouldn’t just make love to her like David did. No, Colin would fuck her like he meant it. It would be hard and hot and wet. And she would scream so damn loud when she came.
Letting out a moan, Felicia jiggled her clit, hips rising off the chair in search of a cock that wasn’t there. Unable to resist her pussy’s ache to be filled, she slid her middle finger inside it. It went in slick and easy, and she jerked from the invasion, the muscles in her abdomen quivering. She gave herself a few quick pumps and then slowed it down. Licking her lips, she added a second finger. The fullness was delicious, and she couldn’t stop her small, soft cries each time she worked her fingers in and out.
With her free hand, she pulled aside the loose neckline of her sweater so she could get to her breasts. Yanking down the cups of her lacy maroon bra, her nipples popped free, the cool air making them harden. While she fingered herself, she tugged at her nipples, the added sensation making her tremble all over as her orgasm neared.
And in her mind, it was Colin. It was always Colin. Even as her guilt warred with her pleasure, and tears stung her eyes, she didn’t stop. Her obsession had grown bigger than her self-control. It had grown bigger than her love for David. The fantasy had consumed her, and she hated herself for the weakness. Hated herself for not stopping. Hated herself for what she knew she would do if the opportunity arose. Because if Colin walked through the door right now, God forgive her, she would let him fuck her. She would let him fuck her on the three-thousand-dollar reading chair she now sat on, in the very bedroom she shared with his father.
Two
Colin
Colin came to a pounding stop at the end of the paved driveway. Bending over, he put his hands on his knees to catch his breath. He’d built up running endurance over the years, but ten miles in a little under an hour was pushing it even for him. But hell, how else was he supposed to get that woman out of his head? He figured if he worked himself hard enough, the sweat and burn would make him forget about his stepmother.
“Goddammit,” he breathed, still bent over. Though he squeezed his eyes shut, he wasn’t able to stop her image from assaulting him. Those soft, brown eyes and porcelain skin. All that dark hair he wanted to tangle his fingers in. That shy smile. The way her voice seemed to go a little breathless when she spoke to him. Sexy as fuck. And utterly unattainable.
When Colin’s father had married Felicia despite their age difference, Colin hadn’t been surprised. David had always admired beautiful things. Had a mansion full of them. He was a collector. Oh, Colin knew David loved his wife in his own way. As much as a sixty-five-year-old man with multiple divorces could love a woman half his age. And it was clear Felicia cared for David, too. She was attentive and sweet, and the smiles she gave her husband were genuine. They were happy.
And all Colin could think about was how she’d feel underneath him.
Cursing, he stood and pointedly avoided glancing up at her window as he walked inside. He didn’t need to imagine what she might be doing up there. What she might be wearing. As he walked across the cultured marble floor of the entryway, he forced the scowl off his face. If he ran into her, he didn’t want to explain his mood. Couldn’t.
In the kitchen, he poured a glass of juice and willed his thoughts away from a woman he couldn’t have. Drink in hand, he headed up the gleaming, polished wood stairs at a jog. He’d get a shower, get his ass dressed, and go out. Being alone in the giant mansion with Felicia all day wasn’t an option. Even if it was his only day off. His father was booked with consults all afternoon and probably wouldn’t be home until late. Even Theresa, the maid, was off today. The place was a giant prison of temptation.
As he walked past Felicia’s room, however, he stopped, juice sloshing in his glass. She was sitting in the big chair by the window, gazing out at nothing, the sunlight kissing her drawn features. She looked . . . troubled.
“Hey, you okay?” he asked before he could stop himself.
She jumped a little at the sound of his voice and looked at him, clearing her throat. “Colin. You’re back.”
“Yeah . . . ” His voice trailed off as he noticed what she was wearing. Nothing but a slouchy sweater. It had slipped off her shoulder, revealing her right breast. The fine lace of her bra did little to hide her nipple from his gaze. Her long, smooth legs were tucked beneath her. “I . . . damn.”
She seemed to realize her partial nudity at the same time and gasped, jerking the sweater up and holding it at her throat like a cape. “I’m . . . so sorry.” Her cheeks pinked. “I haven’t gotten dressed yet.”
Colin could feel his rational thought draining like a pierced bag of sugar. The sight of her skin totally derailed him. He’d never seen so much of it before. He walked across the room toward her, losing his resolve with each step.
She tensed, but smiled. “How is your knee? I know you said it was bothering you the other day.”
Though her voice was friendly, he could hear the tremor in it. Was she intimidated by him, or was it something else? He returned her smile, not taking his eyes off her. “It’s fine.”
“Good,” she said, tugging on the hem of her sweater. “That’s good.”
They stared at each other, her eyes wide and unblinking, his steady and rapt, as something passed between them. Tension seemed to vibrate the air like a taut cord. All the times he’d had forbidden thoughts about her, all the nights he’d lain awake wondering why it’d been his father who’d met her and not him, all the stolen glances and accidental touches—it all seemed to burn so much brighter in that moment. She was his father’s wife, but right then he didn’t give a damn. He wanted her. To hell with the consequences.
“Tell me to leave, Felicia,” he said, setting the glass on the table beside her chair.
She blinked, fingers tightening on her sweater. “Colin . . . this—”
Gripping the arm of the chair, he leaned over her, tugging her hand free and sliding his own over her right breast, cupping it. “Tell me to leave.”
A soft sound of surprise left her lips, and she instinctively arched into his touch.
Colin’s cock jerked at the submission, and he rubbed his thumb over her nipple, lowering his voice. “Felicia.”
She met his gaze then, an undeniable mixture of lust and regret in her beautiful eyes. “Stay,” she whispered. “Please . . . stay.”
He closed his eyes and gave a small groan. “You don’t know how bad I want this.”
Something gave inside him at his admission, and he realized just how true it was. He’d gotten so used to beating down his desire that he’d almost convinced himself it didn’t exist. But here, now, with her softness filling his hand, he knew this had been inevitable all along.
Her bottom lip trembled, and when she spoke, the words tumbled out. “Let’s just pretend. Just for today. Let’s just pretend . . . okay? That we’re somewhere else. Someone else.”
He took her mouth in reply, kneading her breast. When he broke away for air, he said, “I’ll pretend. I’ll do anything you want. God . . . just let me have you.”
Looking dazed from his kissing, she nodded. “Have me.”
And just like that, urgency took over. He stared down at her with feral eyes and jerked her panties down over her hips. She raised her knees so he could pull them off the rest of the way and toss them to the floor. He made quick work of his own clothes and then stood before her nude, chest heaving. “You’re sure?” he demanded.
Though her thighs trembled, she spread her legs, welcoming him inside.
“Fuck,” he breathed at the sight of her bared pussy. She was so wet. So ready. For him.
He climbed over her, heart pounding and cock in hand. He held her gaze as he found her slick slit and worked himself into it. “You’re so tight,” he said, the muscles in his neck tensing as he gritted his teeth. “Holy shit.”
She let out a harsh gasp as he slid in slow and deep, her head falling back against the chair, mouth open. “Oh . . . god.”
He yanked down the lacy cups of her bra, freeing her tits. They were pale and plump, her nipples deep-pink. Colin watched them bounce as he pulled back and penetrated her again, harder this time. Her soft cry only juiced him up more, and as he started fucking her, all his pent up frustration and longing broke free like shingles in a tornado. She was the fire, and he would let her consume him. He’d let her destroy him if that’s what she wanted. He knew that now. Sweat beaded on his forehead, and his shoulders strained as he pumped inside her, watching her take it. Watching her revel in it. He’d never seen anything so beautiful.
Her whimpers mingled with his harsh breaths, echoing down the empty halls of his father’s house and drowning out the reality of the outside world. The reality of their sin. In this moment, there was only her—the woman he’d thought he couldn’t have, warm and wet around his cock. Soft and willing beneath his fingers. No consequences. No promises. No guilt. Only Felicia. Sweet, lovely Felicia. And the bittersweet knowledge that, all along, she’d wanted him just as much as he’d wanted her. That she’d been struggling against the current, too. That she felt something for him. And for now, for today, it was enough.
THE END