Lie to Me

Content Advisory: Erotic

The doorbell startled Laci from her slumber. She must have drifted off on the couch. She looked at the clock. Only one person would show up on her doorstep at 1:00 a.m. The floorboards chilled her bare feet as she padded to the door.

“Who is it?” she asked, pressing her ear to the wood and closing her eyes.

“It’s me.” There was no mistaking Kyle’s gravelly voice.

“It’s late.” She fingered the deadbolt key.

“I know. I’m sorry. Can I come in…just for a minute.”

She sighed and wished she could just say no to him. Flipping on the porch light, she unlocked the door and opened it.

Kyle smiled and shifted his weight from one foot to the other before crossing the threshold and kissing her cheek. The odor of alcohol tinged with cigarettes assaulted her senses and his beard stubble scratched her delicate skin.

 “Are you drunk?” She stepped back and put her hand on his chest. The light from the fireplace cast a shadow over his face, enhancing the sinister look of the scar that crossed through his left eyebrow.

 “No, I’m not.” He reached out and tucked a lock of her blonde hair behind her ear. “You’re so pretty.”

“Kyle…don’t. I told you I can’t keep doing this.” Even as the words left her mouth, she knew she didn’t mean them. He was her kryptonite and she’d never been able to tell him no. Something about him made her feel safe and she cherished the moments she could lie in his strong arms; until he decided to leave again. That was one thing she could count on with him.

“Lace, don’t be like that.” He inched closer, closing his hand over hers and pulling it up to his lips. Hot breath caressed her palm where he kissed it gently.  

A tattoo of an emerald serpent peaked out of the collar of his t-shirt and curled around the side of his neck. He was dark, dangerous, tattooed and pierced and completely unlike the Ivy League guys she’d dated before.

As a couple, they were the classic case of negative attracted to positive and when they came together, the electricity burned hotter and brighter than any cosmic collision and she was addicted to the charge.

He smiled and laid a hand on her hip. “Let me stay tonight. I missed you.”

Heat built quickly where his fingers rubbed at her waist. “Okay,” she conceded, she had to. As much as she hated to admit it, she needed what only he could provide her.  

Kyle slipped his hand around to the small of her back and pulled her against him. The warm velvet feel of his lips on her neck where he sucked and nibbled elicited a moan from her.

“You smell so good,” he whispered against her ear. His fingers danced up her ribcage to cup her breasts. He teased the already hard peaks, pinching and rolling them through the thin fabric of her camisole.

Her body churned, silently begging him to fuck her. Moisture seeped through her panties and her clit ached. Laci slid her hands under his shirt, pulling it up to expose his smooth chest. She kissed his nipple before tugging on the silver ring with her teeth.

He groaned. “Dammit. You know that drives me crazy.”

She did know and she pulled a little harder. “I don’t think I can wait any longer.”

In one motion, he pulled her cami over her head and backed her up against the wall before shedding his own shirt. His mouth devoured her breasts, sucking and biting while his hand slipped inside her shorts. Fingers rubbed the thin silk covering her mound. “You’re so wet. Take these off.” He tugged at the elastic of her panties.

She complied, letting her shorts and underwear drop to the floor. She stood naked before him without reservation or inhibition. He always made her feel beautiful, perfect, wanted.

He moved in quickly to kiss her, sucking at her lips, parting them with his tongue to delve inside. He put his knee between her thighs, forcing her step her feet apart and giving him access to her most private region.

Rough hands kneaded her breasts then moved lower, touching lightly over her belly and down to her pussy. Her stomach tightened and butterflies bounced around inside her. No matter how many times he touched her, it always felt like the first time.

She licked at his mouth, losing herself in his kiss as his fingers found her entrance. He dipped a finger inside her and wiggled it around, spreading her wetness when he withdrew it.   

The sound of his zipper and belt unbuckling broke the silence. He grabbed her thighs and lifted her off the ground, pinning her back to the wall.

She wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck to brace herself. He was rarely gentle and she loved to be taken by him.

The tip of his cock made contact with her clit and she shivered. “Fuck me,” she panted.

“I will.” He drove into her with such force that her head struck the wall and she screamed. The instant friction stretched and filled her, mingling pleasure with pain as he pulled out and pumped into her again and again.“I love how your pussy feels wrapped around my cock. So god damn tight.”

The wall didn’t give behind her back and every thrust went deep and hard. He moved his hips from one side to the other, grinding his dick against spots she didn’t know she had.

She whimpered when he withdrew his cock and pulled her down on the rug beside the fireplace. “Why did you stop?”

He didn’t answer and just pushed her legs apart and licked her bare pussy, sucking the lips and biting her flesh gently. His tongue slipped between her folds and teased her clit, making circles around the sensitive nub before sucking it between his lips.

Laci arched her back and gripped his head, holding him against her. The intensity of the pleasure reached a fever pitch, creating a fast simmer in her blood and a delicious pressure in her cunt. The first contraction started just as Kyle pushed two fingers inside her. Her pussy clenched on his digits and her clit throbbed beneath his tongue.

She cried out, pulling his hair. Her legs trembled and involuntarily closed around his face. “Oh God. Don’t stop. I’m coming.” Her breath caught in her throat.

He obeyed and continued to suck her clit and ram his fingers in and out of her pussy in perfect rhythm with her orgasm.  

Once the shaking ceased and she caught her breath, he slowly crawled up her body, stopping to minister to her breasts. He sucked one nipple then the other, teasing them to tight pink pebbles and rebuilding the bridge of tension that was sure to snap at any moment.

He kissed the hollow of her neck and rubbed her shoulders, running his hands down her arms to encircle her wrists. Increasing the pressure, he pulled her arms above her head and pinned them in place. “How bad do you want me? I want to hear you say it.” His teeth scraped over her shoulder and up to her ear. “Say it, Laci.”

Every inch of her body sizzled and she tried to gather enough coherent thought to speak.

He kissed her cheek and up to her forehead.

Admiring the strong line of his jaw and his straight nose, she watched his face. Where some people saw anger, she saw only beauty. Nobody ever stripped her down like Kyle had, not just her clothes but her soul. In that moment, she trusted him with her life. “I want you,” she rasped, on the verge of tears.

He smiled and angled himself between her thighs, his hard cock pressed against her pussy. “I want you, too, baby.” He pushed into her slowly this time, inch by inch. “Lift your legs. I want in deeper.”

She locked her ankles around his back and stared into his hazel eyes.

Moving forward, he forced her to take more of him until their spirits were entangled even more than their bodies. The light from the fire flickered, casting an eerie glow behind him, almost giving him an ethereal quality.

She gasped as he fucked her slow and deep, burying himself completely with each deliberate stroke. Her eyes welled up. “Lie to me, please. I need it.”

He released her wrists and cupped her face, his thumbs brushing away the tears that escaped her. “I can’t. I won’t. Just let me love you in my own way.”

They didn’t break eye contact as he invaded her in the most intimate fashion and she allowed him to conquer her.

He moved his hands to her hips and increased the pace of his thrusts. His cock swelled inside her and touched that secret spot that made her squirm.

She squealed and he smiled down at her, repeating the same motion until her composure fled. Her body convulsed and she panted furiously.

“Mmm. Come for me.” Kyle squeezed her ass and held her in place. “I’m right there with you.” He pumped into her fast and hard once more and released his warmth deep inside her.

She moaned and dug her nails into his shoulders. “You shatter me.”

“I know.” He kissed her lips. “The shattered reflect the light most beautifully. You know that? And you’re beautiful, Laci.”He buried his face in her hair and inhaled. “And you smell like fruit punch.

A laugh escaped her. “I love you.”   

“I love you, too.”

“Do you, Kyle?”

He rolled to his back and pulled her tight against his chest. “Just because I don’t love you the same way you love me doesn’t mean I don’t love you the best I can. Let that be enough. Okay?”

She smiled. “It is enough. It really is.”

Look for Melissa’s next short story in November, 2012!

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~ Melissa Ecker ~

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Flight Paths

We met at the check-in stand at the airport. She was one of those ladies I could tell had been pampered her whole life and I was just a plate tectonics engineer on the way to my next assignment. She turned to leave the station and our eyes met for just the briefest of moments, hers a gorgeous shade of icy blue. Full, pouty lips parted as she blew breath, as if frustrated. A muttered curse, layered by an accent. Around her slender neck, a string of pearls. I smirked and her eyes widened, as if she realized we’d been gazing at one another before she whipped her head in another direction. In a blur of expensive navy blue linen dress and brass buttons, she was gone. 

Fate would have it that we sat directly across from one another on the same flight with the narrow aisle separating us. I glanced at her out of the corner of my eye, not sure what had her so flustered. Sure, I hadn’t shaved in a week and my clothes were wrinkled, but she didn’t have to judge a man for it. Besides, I’d showered that day. I enjoyed my showers, the only sort of relaxation a man in my particular field could get. But my work was lonely at times, had been ever since I’d left the service. Probably before that. I didn’t remember. The long, jagged scar on my right calf was reminder enough. 

The flight itself was uneventful. My row mate, probably somebody’s grandmother, didn’t do much more than hog the window, block it with her pillow and eventually snore softly. After a while, her copy of Martha Stewart’s latest magazine slipped from her hands to the floor. Bored, I took to watching Miss Navy across the way without her knowing, which was a challenge because she seemed to sense it at times. She’d snap her gaze to me and I’d suddenly find the air vent interesting or fiddle with my seat. The source of my entertainment caught the stewardess’s attention on her next pass to whisper something in her ear. 

The flight attendant turned to me and leaned down to where I could only hear. 

“The lady on the other side of me says your constant staring is making her uncomfortable.”

I opened my mouth to object but she put a finger to my lips with a smile. “I suggest you find something else to occupy your attention.”

I was more shocked than anything else and nodded slowly. Chastised, I scowled at the back of the seat in front of me for the remainder of the flight. When the plane arrived at our destination, I didn’t wait for her to step out first but reached in the overhead compartment, dragged out my battered backpack and stomped out of the plane.

In the terminal, I stopped at the display to see when my connecting flight was supposed to take off. In place of numbers, only the word “delayed” showed. I groaned and started when I heard a small sigh to my left—Miss Navy, as I’d named the fancy woman that ended up everywhere I was that day. 

“You again? I’d think you’d steer clear of me after the shit you pulled on the plane.” I didn’t look at her.

“It would appear that I’ve been repaid for my discourtesy, sir. My flight has been delayed.”

“Three thirty-nine?” I turned and met her cool blue gaze again.

She glanced down at her ticket, as if to make sure she hadn’t been mistaken. “That would be the one. Looks as if I won’t be there in time for tea.”

“Tea, ma’am?” Of course. Her accent, which I could only assume was British.

A small furrow appeared between her perfect arched brows. “Mind your business. Perhaps an alternative?” She gestured towards the ticket counter and we walked over together. A skinny kid with an equally thin tie was manning the station.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Montgomery. The best the airline can do is promise to get you on a flight tomorrow evening.” 

The ticket clerk didn’t sound or look sorry, but an ice storm had detained the pilot and the Northerner was expected to blow over in twenty-four hours. No other airline had a connection to the small airport, which I already knew and why I had chosen the airline I did.

I called my boss while I watched her stand ramrod straight at the counter and ask the exact same questions I’d just asked. I shook my head. Stubborn woman. But damn, she was gorgeous. I ended my call and waited for Miss Navy to be given the same grim news. What did she want with Tennessee anyway?

She came back, looking pretty crestfallen, so I offered to buy her a drink. She took one longing glance back at the display then looked at the floor and gave assent. 

The bar at the airport was packed, with nothing left but standing room, so I called a cab to take us someplace else. The frustration at being so close to her light, rosy scent was getting to me so I told the driver anywhere nearby. That’s how we came to stand in the parking lot of The Flight Path Gentlemen’s Club. 

“Now, you sure you’re okay with this.” I glanced at her at my side. She held her chin high and eyed me.

“Of course I am.”

“You do know what a gentlemen’s club is, right?” I held the door open for her and she walked in before me. The look on her face as she took in the place told me she very plainly had no fucking idea. I couldn’t tell if it was the neon, but a deep blush seemed to creep up her cheeks and she dropped her gaze to the ground. 

Our waitress came up with platform heels and suspenders which pretty much made up her costume. “Sit anywhere you like,” she said with a wink. I grinned at her but stopped short when Miss Navy clutched my arm.

“I’ve heard about places such as these,” she said over the Poison track blaring out of unseen speakers and looked around. We made our way through the fairly dark club and Miss Navy selected a table farthest from the stage.

She sipped champagne. It was expensive, sure, but I could afford it. I didn’t think she knew I could. I guess she was used to being able to read people.

“You never told me your name.” I tossed back another shot of whiskey.

“Elizabeth Young, and yours?”

I smirked. “You can just call me Grant.”

“You’re a strange man, Mr. Montgomery.”

By the time we finished in there, Elizabeth had definitely loosened up a bit. After two glasses of champagne, she laughed for the first time since we’d met. Further talk revealed a woman pent up under societal expectations.

We rented rooms in the same hotel so we could get rest. Fresh from the shower, I had just wrapped a towel around my waist when a timid tap sounded at my door. Not thinking much of it, I answered the door.

Elizabeth stood there in wait, face flushed like she was frustrated over something. I grinned at her.

“Well this is a surprise, Mrs. Young.”

“It’s only ‘Miss’.” She scanned the room behind me then met my gaze. “It’s a bit of an embarrassment, really.” Her bottom lip rolled out in a bigger pout. “My zipper appears to be jammed.”

I opened the door wider to let her in then closed it behind us. “The zipper on your dress? What about the buttons on front?”

She shrugged. “Merely decoration.”

Which meant she was wearing one of those sheath-style dresses that if the zipper didn’t work, it’d be hell getting out of it. 

 “Well, let me look at it.” I turned her around and she lifted up her hair to expose her nape and, more importantly, the broken zipper. “This dress important to you for any reason?”

“No, why?”

I answered her by pulling the teeth of the zipper apart, jerking up the pull then forcing it back down. “Because you’re gonna need another one.”

She buried her face in her hands and her bare shoulders shook. I tore my gaze away from the delicate indentations of her spine. “Are you alright?”

“I’ve been nothing but dreadful to you, Grant, and you’ve been more of a gentleman than most I’ve seen.” A strawberry blond curl drifted over her shoulder.

“I’m just being polite.”

She turned to look at me, clutching her ruined dress to her body. Tears shimmered in her eyes and stained her cheeks. “You’ve been far more than polite. Why?”

I shrugged. “Well, you’re...a lady. A damn pretty one at that and”

Elizabeth closed the distance between us and laid a hand on my chest. Her fingers curled over my skin and I felt a stirring behind my towel. Slowly, I dipped my head to catch her lips with my own, just a brief brush. I blinked.

“Sorry, I shouldn’t have.”

She answered me by pulling me down for another kiss, this time with tongue. Her mouth was sweet and her lips incredibly soft. “But you did.”

She let her dress slip from her fingers and fall to the floor around her feet. I took her arm as she stepped out of it. 

“You sure you’re not just a little tipsy there, Miss Young?”

Her gaze was unwavering. “I’m quite sure, Mr. Montgomery.”

We kissed again, equally hungry now that I was confident she wasn’t just drunk and horny. My fingers traced her soft, luxuriant skin as I nuzzled her neck and the source of that scent that’d been driving me mad since we’d left the airport.

I dipped my tongue into the hollow at the base of her throat, lifting her pearls with two fingers. Her hands drifted to my sides with a light touch and loosened my towel, which joined her dress on the floor.

“Now why,” I said as I dotted kisses up her neck and along her jaw, “would a lady like you be interested in somebody like me?”

Her eyes were closed but fluttering. Her breath was hot against my chest. I was unsure of how to proceed or even if I should. I flicked my tongue over her earlobe. “Tell me, Miss Young.”

Her lips parted slightly and her tongue darted over them before she opened her eyes. “Must there be a reason for everything?”

Our mouths collided in a hard kiss and we nipped at each other’s lips. I didn’t need to answer her. Her fingers dug into my cheeks as she bit my tongue gently, those blue eyes never leaving mine. She gripped my hair and licked my neck before unfastening her bra. I licked my lip as her breasts came into full view for the first time, perky. Fucking beautiful.

“You taste like nothing I’ve ever tasted before.” Her fingers slid down the back of my neck before resting her hand on my shoulder. “Wild. Free.”

I raised my eyebrows. “You’re describing me or a mustang out in the desert?”

“Just shut up and make love to me.”

I backed her towards my still-made bed and we collapsed together with me on top. I rolled one of her pink nipples my fingers as I sucked the other. She tasted like vanilla, or cotton candy, I couldn’t decide which. Her skin was perfect, smooth. I tugged at her nipple with my teeth and she arched her back underneath me. Her breasts weren’t big or small, palm-sized and just more perfection. I slid my hand down her side and shoved her little light blue panties down over one hip, following the motion with my tongue down the center of her flat belly. How old was she? Where did she come from? My cock was rock hard, anticipating that first thrust inside her. 

I kissed beside her navel and pushed my thumb into her pretty trimmed pussy, which incidentally matched the hair on her head. She was definitely a lady and it was hard not to feel like I was violating some unwritten code of conduct. She gasped and bit her lip as I stroked her slowly, still planting kisses along her body, down to her thigh. Her pussy looked too good to pass up so I removed my thumb and put my tongue there instead to dip into her sweet honey taste, causing her to whimper loudly. Her fingers clutched at the bedspread, white-knuckled. I raised my head to catch her watching me intently. 

“Don’t stop,” she whispered.

I plunged my tongue deep as I could into her and shook my head side to side, knowing damn well what a little soft face scruff could do. She gasped and writhed beneath me, pushing my face into her pretty little cunt with a determination that continued to drive me farther toward the edge. I lowered my body along her legs, feeling the silky brush of her calf against my raging erection and groaned into her. She echoed my sound and threw her head back. Her pussy clenched as I slurped at it, pumping two fingers in and out for extra sensation. She cried out as she came and that throaty sound was a siren’s call. I dragged my tongue back up her belly and to her mouth as I thrust deep inside her. 

Fuck, her pussy was tight and hot like a Texas summer, making me growl into her neck as I rocked us with my strokes. She drew her nails up and down my back in erratic movements as we dissolved into a series of grunts and moans, with our bodies moving together being the only louder sound. She was so wet and her hungry little nips on my shoulder inched me further into mind-blazing oblivion. Every kiss, every breath was flame on my skin. Sweat slid between us as she rolled her hips and met my thrusts with movements of her own. My breath felt like Mojave wind sawing in and out of my burning lungs. I didn’t want it to end. I wanted to stay wrapped up inside her velvet cunt for as long as I could. I rolled us over so she was on top of me. She squeaked as her own weight impaled her on my dick and looked at me with wide eyes. 

“Dear God!” She moaned and rocked back and forth on me, rubbing her pussy against my pubic bone while my cock filled her. 

I smirked and bucked up into her, making her cry out again. I palmed her breasts as she rode me, slow at first but increasing in speed as she came closer to orgasm. Her pussy clamped around my cock again and again and I nearly bent double, it felt so amazing. My balls tightened and I gritted my teeth, determined to keep it going just a little more. Waves of pleasure thundered through me and I shivered. The sight of her bouncing on my cock was more than I could bear. I could’ve launched her through the ceiling with the pressure behind my release. My dick jerked and pulsed inside her and her pussy answered it with a constriction that left me light-headed. We finished together, as if on cue. She clasped her hands with mine as she shifted her hips on me a few last times, milking me dry. I panted like a driven racehorse as she lay on my chest. 

“Tell me, Grant...”

I blinked and stroked her back, liking the tingling in my cheeks. “Hm?”

“What exactly is it that you do? For your work, I mean.”

I licked my lips. “I help study the movements of the earth.”

Elizabeth let out a girlish giggle and I pulled her up. “What’s so funny?”

She shook her head and lay down on me again. “I find humor in the fact that you seem to make the earth move on your own.”

We slept together, spooned in my bed that night and the next day until she received confirmation that she had secured a new flight. She didn’t want to tell me much about herself or where she was going but as we parted ways back at the terminal, she kissed my lips and smiled. 

“Perhaps someday our flight paths might cross again.”

Look for Annice’s next short story in November 2012!

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~ Annice Sands ~

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The Adventures of Wonderslut, Installment 18

Felicity seemed to take everything in easy stride when it came to these assignments, but for Jason, some things still felt new.  In theory, there was nothing weird about a woman wearing her husband's suit with the pants pooled down around her ankles.  And he'd certainly watched cunnilingus in his day, although he generally preferred performing it.  But you didn't see a boner, and a rather nice one, underneath an apron every day.  It seemed a Susie Homemaker moment in a bass-ackward sort of way.

"I have an idea."  Felicity punched the top of his arms.  "Keep them busy.  I'll be right back."

"Right...uh, how?"

She didn't answer because she'd already disappeared, carrying the duffel bag they'd brought.  A door closed behind her, leaving him in charge.

He turned his attention back to Paula and John.  John was doing his best both to feast on his wife while stroking his cock, but he didn't seem to be making a lot of progress.  Paula still slumped back against her chair, her eyes closed, but by now, she ought to have progressed from breathing hard to making “I'm-going-to-come” noises.

John stopped eating her and glanced up into his wife's face.  "Honey?"

Paula opened her eyes.  "It's no use.  I can't.  I just can't."

Well, shit.  Felicity had left him in charge, and things had gone sour already.

"Sure you can, Paula," he said.  "John's doing a bang-up job.  Just keep going."

"I can't have sex in front of an audience.  I can't have sex dressed in the suit I picked up at the cleaner's today."

"Awww, honey," John said, his face falling.

Okay, this wasn't turning out right.  If he didn't think of something soon, he would have his first utter failure at his job as sidekick to the Avenger of the Non-Orgasmic.  And speaking of Wonderslut, where was she when you needed her?

"Zoot alors."  The door Felicity had closed behind her had flung open, and she stood on the threshold.  Genius.  Pure genius.  She'd put on the naughty French maid costume.  The crotchless naughty French maid costume.  “Let zee orgasms begin.”

Paula groaned.  "You don't mean me, I hope."

"But of course.  You will achieve, or how they say arrive.  I guarantee."  Felicity did her magic thingie with her hands, casting the Slutray in Paula's direction.  It had the usual effect.  Paula flushed a deep red, and she tugged frantically at her, or rather John's, tie and then nearly popped the buttons of his shirt to bare her chest.

"You know, that might not be half bad."  Paula struggled for breath, her breasts rising and falling.  "John, dear, would you mind?  That thing you were doing..."

"You're the husband, non?" Felicity said.  "Order him."

"Yes, honey, order me," John fairly chirped.

“Do it,” Paula said, almost forcefully for an order.  “I’m the king of this castle, right?”

"Always the master," Jason whispered.

"Watch how it's done, kid," she answered.

"Now then, madame."  Felicity flourished her feather duster in John's direction.  "Do what your hardworking husband orders, and you'll receive your reward."

"You bet."  John eased Paula's thighs apart and pressed his face against her pussy.  Soon, Paula was making all the right noises, the rising inflection of her gasps telling the story.  John had found her sweet spot, and he was giving it the once over and twice over and on and on and on.

"Want to get in on the fun?" Felicity asked.

"It looks as if they're doing well on their own."

"I only fixed her temporarily.  She needs more than a dose of the Slutray, she needs a major attitude adjustment, and you and I are going to give it to her."  She shoved the duffel bag into his arms.  "Select a costume and get to work."

If the boss wanted him to create some fun, who was he to argue?  Besides, Felicity looked as cute as all hell in that costume.  If he played his cards right, he might get to sample some of her French booty.  Zoot alors, indeed.

He ducked behind the door she'd used and found himself in a combination laundry room and storage area.  He sorted through the stuff in the duffel, tossing aside sequins and sashes, feathers and leather.  At the bottom, he found ordinary slacks, sneakers, and a polo shirt.  That didn't make a lot of sense until his hand landed on a cardboard box.  A pizza box.  He could play the delivery guy -- the poor schmuck with the large pepperoni in his hands and major wood in his pants.

He slipped out of his Piston unitard and got into his costume.  Felicity hadn't packed any shorts, so he'd have to go commando.  The denim rubbed against his cock, and that and his imagination soon gave him a pretty nice erection.  It'd get better and soon.

He gave the door a few firm knocks.  "Pizza."

Felicity opened the door, although it swung toward him rather than away as a front door would.  You had to work with what you were given.  The show must go on.

"Madame, monsieur," she called over her shoulder.  "Zee pizza, she has arrived."

Paula chose that exact moment to let loose with a scream that told anyone who happened to be listening within the zip code that she'd arrived, too.  The Slutray would do that for you.

"It looks as if she's already been served," Jason said.

"He," Felicity corrected.  "He's the husband.  The wife is standing over there."

John, "the wife" was standing next to the kitchen table now, his cock acting like a tent pole under his apron.  Paula had returned to her senses and was now the deep, deep pink of embarrassment.  Clearly, Wonderslut and the Piston had more to accomplish here, and honestly, his own Mr. Happy wouldn't mind a little work-out.

He held up the pizza box.  "Where should I put this?"

Felicity pointed at the outline of his cock behind the denim.  "More importantlee, where should you put that, mon ami?"

"I aim to please," he said.

"Now, monsieur."  Felicity went to Paula and knelt before her.  "I can serve you as your dear wife has done, or you may indulge yourself with this fine, young man who's brought your pizza."

Paula glanced at the front of Jason's pants out of the corners of her eyes.  Though the Slutray might have worn off after that loud orgasm, she still showed a great deal of interest in what she saw.  Short or tall, old or young, adventurous or stifled, as Paula obviously was, Jason had to admit that all women took to his Piston like macaroni did to cheese.  Felicity always told him it was the combination of hung-like-a-horse, eager-beaver, and gosh-golly innocent good looks.  Paula stared for a minute before crossing her arms over her chest.  "But, he's a man."

“Well, yeah...that is, mais oui," Felicity answered.

"And I'm supposed to be the husband," Paula said.  "How's that supposed to work?"

"Eeez simple."  She turned toward John.  "Say, do you mind if I drop the accent?"

"Do I still get to lust after you?" John asked.

"If things work out the way I think they will, you'll get to do a lot more than that," Felicity said.

"In that case, you can speak Martian," John said.

"Look, Paula."  Felicity put her hands on Paula's knees and looked up in her face, just brimming with empathy and sincerity.  She's used exactly that look on Jason more than once.  It always worked, even when he saw right through it.

"Look at the three of us," Felicity went on.  "All of us are here to make sure you have the best sexual experience of your life."

"We are, honey," John added.

"You two as well?" Paula glanced from Felicity to Jason.

"Exactly," Felicity answered.  "That's what we do.  It's our mission.  Our raison d'être."

"We put the 'fun' in 'dysfunctional,'" Jason tossed in.

Felicity glared at him over her shoulder.  Paula and John looked at him as if he had, indeed, started speaking a language from another planet.  He just stood there and gave them a gosh-golly smile.

After another few seconds of awkward silence, Felicity returned her attention to Paula.  "Your husband loves you very much."

"I do, honey," John added obediently.

"If you loosen up a bit, you can experience something new, something exciting, something je ne sais quoi."  Felicity took a breath.  "Dammit all.  You know what I mean."

"You mean, I should let myself go and really experience life?" Paula asked.  "I should get over my inhibitions and let it all hang loose?  I should forget all the things my mother told me about sex?"

"Especially that last part," John said.

Paula lifted her chin and threw back her shoulders like a warrior about to enter battle.  "I'll do it."

"Okay, husband, tell us exactly what you want," Felicity ordered.

Paula rose and pointed at Jason.  "I want him to f-f-f-f-"

"Fuck you," Felicity said.  "Say it.  'I want the pizza guy to fuck me.'"

"I want the pizza guy to bend me over the kitchen table and fuck me," Paula declared.

Jason tossed aside the pizza box.  "I'm here to deliver."

Paula almost tripped in her haste to get her ankles out of the pants of her husband's suit, but as soon as she'd managed, she leaned over the table and spread her legs.  So much for him doing the bending.

With her in that position, he had a clear view of her pussy, and it was truly adorable.  Sweet lips all plump and soft and begging for attention.  Before his cock burst the front of his slacks, he unzipped them and pulled his member out.  When he got to the table, he dropped trou completely, and his pants hung down around his ankles the same way Paula's had a few minutes ago.

She was wet and ready for him, so he slid into her easily and began thrusting in even strokes.  No matter how many missions he went on, he never tired of a good, slow fuck.  Every woman had her own secrets, and discovering them made her a landscape of delicious mysteries.    Paula's muscles gripped him, as though she couldn't get enough, and her breathing went all ragged and loud.  A highly aroused woman.  She had to have conquered her inhibitions at least a little to allow a stranger to take her in front of her own husband.

He could make it sweeter for her, though, and this position gave him easy access to her on button.  He had to stop thrusting for a moment to pull her back toward him and bend to wrap his arm around her waist.  His hand encountered her pussy hairs wet enough to soak his fingers, and when he parted the lips, her clit nearly sprang out at him.  It was as hard as his cock, and as he stroked it, her muscles clamped down onto him and her hips did a shimmy as if she couldn't hold still.  He knew the feeling.

"Hot damn," she said.  "That is so fucking good."

"Oh, yeah.  Oh, yeah," he said.  Not exactly profound, but his brain's areas of higher thought had tuned out about the time he'd realized how wet she'd become.  In fact, he'd approached the point of no return and had better make her come first.

"Don't stop," she cried.  "I'll die if you stop."

Technically, she'd suffer a small death if he continued, but why in hell was he still thinking in French?  His body had taken over, and he shoved himself into her harder.  Still, he managed to keep manipulating her clit, rolling and tweaking.

"Yes, yes, yessssssssss!"  She screamed as her pussy went wild around his cock.  The unmistakable sensations of a woman having a damned fine climax.  He didn't have to hold back any longer, so as his own orgasm coiled and broke free, he made the last few massive thrusts and grunted as he came in wave after wave.  Holy shit, it was good.  Nearly taking the top of his head off.  The ecstasy went on for bone-rattling seconds before he nearly collapsed, bending over her body, moaning.

Nice job, if you could get it, and somehow he'd managed.

What have Wonderslut and John been doing while Jason shtupped Paula?  Has Jason freed Paula of her inhibitions?  Is the meatloaf burning in the oven?

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