That's What Friends Are For

Content Advisory: Erotic

Sitting cross-legged on the couch, she watched him pace. The vein in his neck strained against his skin as he worked his jaw. She knew this was going to happen. He played with fire and he got burned.

“That fucking cunt. How dare she?”

Katie sighed and pulled the elastic out of her hair, shaking loose her long, auburn curls. “Really? You can’t tell me you’re surprised. If she was cheating on her husband with you, what made you think she wouldn’t screw you over, too? I hate to say I told you so but, I did.”

Mike shrugged out of his jacket and tossed it into a chair before plopping down on the couch beside her. He buried his face in his hands. “I’m an idiot. Jesus.”

“Happens when you think with the wrong head.” Katie rubbed his back. Mike had been her best friend for a long time and she’d nursed him through a lot of self-created crap. As much as he had this coming, her heart ached for him.

“We all make mistakes but you knew what kind of person she was. You know the saying, there’s no honor amongst thieves? Perfect example.”

The bottle of Jack sat in the center of the dark wood coffee table. As much as she would like to rip that bitch’s head off, she knew that Mike needed her to be a friend right now.

She punched him in the arm. “Fuck it. Forget about her. You act like you couldn’t have another chick lined up in the next five minutes. She’s history. Let’s play quarters.”  

The tension broke and he finally laughed. “You know you’re gonna lose.”

“What else is new?” She dug through her purse for a coin and filled a shot glass. “I’m going first. I need a head start.”

Mike got up and turned the radio on. Some old Nirvana song played.

The quarter bounced right over the top of the shot glass and Katie shook her fist in the air. “Dammit.”

“Prepare to go down, K.” Mike dropped the quarter on the coffee table and it landed right into the glass. He smirked and slid the glass toward her. “Bottoms up, baby.”

  The amber liquid burned going down and warmth spread into her stomach and even lower. She’d always had a curiosity about Mike. He was the quintessential tall, dark and delicious type with a devil-may-care attitude. Exactly the one her mother warned her about. Women swarmed and swooned around him when they went out to clubs. Katie would just laugh and call him a slut.

One night, after having too much to drink, he’d pulled her out of the booth at a bar and onto the dance floor. Something slow was playing on the jukebox. One of the things she loved about him was he made her feel safe; nothing ever seemed awkward. She had wrapped her arms around his neck and rested her head on his chest. His heartbeat thudded against her cheek and his strong hands gripped her hips. Feeling his hard body pressed to hers, for a moment, she wondered what he’d be like in bed; how it would feel to have him moving over her, in her, breathing against her ear. Truth be told, she’d thought about it often.

“Hey. Earth to Katie.” Mike snapped his fingers in front of her face. He held the shot glass up. “One more, then I think you better stop.”

She laughed, refocusing on the present. “You kicked my ass, again.” Downing the shot, she toed her shoes off and propped her feet up on the coffee table. “My head is spinning.”

“Lightweight.” Mike smiled and drank straight from the bottle. “So, what happened with that guy you were seeing? We haven’t had time to talk much lately.”

“He’s history. I’m thinking about joining a convent or batting for the other team. I have no luck with men.”

“You and another chick would be hot.” He wiggled his eyebrows.

“I like dick too much to go full girl on girl. And you’re a pig.” She scooted over to lie down and rested her head on his thigh.

He played with her hair. “I can neither confirm nor deny this accusation.”

There was a hole in the knee of his jeans and she stuck her finger in it and pulled at the loose threads. “Do you ever wonder what it would be like if we got together?”

“Define got together.”

She rolled over on to her back and stared at his mouth before looking into his eyes. A light tingle started between her legs. “Do you ever wonder what it would be like if we did it?”

Upending the whiskey bottle, he finished off what was left. “Are you asking if I’ve ever thought about fucking you?”

“Well, yeah. I guess so.”

“Of course, I have. I’m a guy.” He scraped his knuckles over her cheek.  “Have you?”

“Yep, definitely have. Think it’s time we found out?

His lip twitched. “Are you sure about this? Because there’s no way I’d say no.”

Without saying anything else, she stood up and unbuttoned her jeans.

Mike smiled and pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it on the floor. “Come here, Kate.”

 She licked her lips and kicked her jeans off. “Be right there.” There was  something to be said for liquid courage because she was stripping like a college student financing tuition with her ass.

“I had no idea you had it in you.”

“It’s not in me yet.”

“Damn, girl.” He scooted to the edge of the couch and opened his arms.

 The music faded out, all she could focus on was the green of his eyes, flanked by dark lashes. Her breath caught in her throat and she hesitated, standing in front of him in her underwear.

He reached out and took her hand. “Something wrong?”

Heat spread up her arm from his touch and she advanced, climbing onto his lap.

He grabbed her hips and lifted his own, pushing his erection against her. “Mmm.”

She lowered her head to bite and lick his lips, catching the scent of whiskey on his breath. The pressure of his cock against her clit sent chills up her spine and goosebumps rose on her skin. She wanted her panties off and she needed him inside her. Dampness seeped from her cunt as she slid over his crotch, teasing her most sensitive spot.

He nuzzled her neck and tugged the cup of her bra down. “God, you’re beautiful.” His breath was hot on her skin and his tongue wet on her nipple.

His light brown hair was just long enough for her to tangle her fingers in and pull. “Feels so good.” A moan escaped her as her nipple hardened in his mouth.

His fingers worked deftly unhooking her bra and discarding it. He scraped his teeth over her breasts while he ran his fingertips up the tops of her thighs. He rubbed his finger over panties. “Let’s get rid of these so I can do this right.” Lifting her off his lap, he pushed her back on the couch and slipped her underwear down her legs. Lightly biting her knee, he kissed up her thigh. His thumb separated her folds. “You’re so wet.”

The slippery touch of his thumb gliding over her clit sent little sparks of fire through her body. Instinctively, she lifted her ass up off the couch, needing just a little more pressure. “You’re gonna make me come.”

“I know.” He grinned at her as he crouched between her thighs and lifted her legs over his shoulders. He held her pussy open and licked her clit before sucking it gently into his mouth. He pushed two fingers insider her and stroked her slow and deep.

The muscles in her stomach tightened and her toes curled. “Jesus Christ.” She gripped his head, pushing him harder against her pussy. Each pass of his tongue drew her closer to what promised to be an epic orgasm. She squeezed her thighs on his head and moaned, biting her lip. The current built until the first wave crashed over her, through her and she screamed, arching her back.

Her cunt contracted, holding his fingers inside her while her clit thumped against his tongue. He granted her no respite and curled his fingers up to stroke her G-spot while still nibbling on her clit. Rush after rush of pleasure coursed through her body, tingling her limbs and making her eyelids heavy.

Once the trembling slowed, he lifted his head. “You taste like candy. So sweet.” He kissed her belly and moved up her body, stopping to minister to her erect nipples. His hands rubbed up and down her sides. “I can’t wait to fuck you.”

Still trying to catch her breath, she cupped his face and pulled him toward her for a kiss. “Let me taste you first.”

He smiled. “No argument here.” Sitting back on his heels, he unbuckled his belt and popped the button on his jeans.

Katie crawled onto her hands and knees and looked up at him. Her dark curls brushed his dick as she peppered kisses over his stomach, gliding her fingers over the taut muscles. She’d seen him without his shirt but up close like this, he was even more beautiful. More perfect.

 Her fingers closed around his thick cock, gripping the base and she stroked him slowly. Parting her lips, she sucked the head into her mouth and massaged the slit with her tongue.

He groaned and cradled the back of her head. “God damn.”

The soft hairs on his thigh tickled her nipple as she sucked him deeper into her mouth, taking his shaft into her throat. The scent of soap and something earthy tickled her nose. She loved his smell.

He moved his hips slightly in time with her slurping around his cock. “Can I come? I’m about to come.” He panted and pulled her hair.

“Mhm.” She touched his thigh before walking her fingers up to cup his balls. They were heavy in her hand just before they pulled up close to his body. She stroked his dick in tandem with her mouth. She bit down softly and sucked hard, holding him deep.

“Oh fuck.” He held her head. His abs tensed and his cock jerked, releasing hot spurts of come down her throat.

She swallowed and kissed the head before sitting back. Licking her lips, she grinned at him. “You’re yummy.”

“I think I almost died. Good God.”

“I guess that means it was good for you?"
He nodded, his eyes half closed.

Katie giggled and stared at his still-hard cock. Based on his size and build, she figured he would have a decent sized dick but it was huge.

Mike pulled his jeans off and leaned against the pillows on the couch. “Ride me, Kate.”

Straddling him, she grasped his cock and positioned herself over him.

His hands held her hips and he leaned to her chest to suck her nipple.

Her softness expanded to accommodate his hardness. The instant friction of his dick sliding inside elicited a gasp from her and she dug her nails into his shoulders. “Oh my God.”

“You’re so tight.” He bucked his hips, burying himself deeper.

She’d never felt so completely filled. Leaning her forehead against his, she looked in his eyes. “Give me a second.”

He rubbed her back. “Take your time. Do what you like. Fast. Slow. Hard. Soft.” His lips touched hers and he kissed her softly.

She lifted up and slid down again, taking as much of him as she could, slowly building a rhythm. Once she acclimated to his size, she moved faster.

He panted and squeezed her waist, pulling her down harder and bucking up into her. Rolling her off him and on to her back, he gripped her legs behind her knees and drove into her again.

She gritted her teeth and stifled another scream.

Covering her, he licked at her neck and sucked at her collarbone while slamming his cock into her mercilessly. “Your pussy is so fucking good.”

That familiar surge flowed through her body. “I’m coming again. Please, don’t stop.” She held on to his arms, absorbing his thrusts as her pussy contracted.

“Come for me, baby. I can feel it.” He pulled out almost all the way before rocking his hips and going deeper than before.

“Mmm.” She held her breath as she teetered on the verge of unconsciousness. Her legs shook and her arms fell to her sides. All control left her.

He fucked her slow and hard, riding out her orgasm.

Opening her eyes, she finally exhaled and touched her fingers to his face.

He smiled, breathing rapidly. “My turn, baby.” He interlocked his fingers with hers and held her hands beside her head. The set of his jaw hardened as he watched her face. His cock swelled inside her and he lengthened his thrusts.

She couldn’t look away and whined as he buried his cock deep inside her over and over until he finally filled her with his warmth.

He collapsed on top of her and kissed her shoulder. “You’re amazing, you know that?”

“So are you. I don’t know why we waited so long.”

“Good things come to those who wait, right?” He lifted up to rub noses with her.

She smiled. “Yeah, very good things.”

“Thanks for tonight, Kate.”

“You’re welcome. That’s what friends are for.”

Look for Melissa’s next short story on September 22, 2012!

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Weekend Lagniappe - Excerpt from Mating Season

From Cabin Fever:  Mating Season by Alice Gaines

“So despite everything I’ve said, you’re still going to assert that the male is more powerfully sexed than the female,” she shouted.

“I’m not asserting anything. It’s plain fact.”

She stopped right in front of him. “Oh yeah?”

Well shit. If she could act second grade, so could he. “Yeah.”

“Then prove it.” She grabbed the hem of her t-shirt and yanked it up. As it went over her head, it grabbed the thing that held her hair into a pony tail, and that fell loose around her face and shoulders.

Now he found himself staring at a tiny scrap of a bra—black satin and lace—that did little to hide firm breasts just the right size for his hands. Holy shit, she’d been wearing that the whole time they’d sat in the blind together. Those long hours while he’d been killing himself to behave like a gentleman, he could have reached under her shirt and freed a nipple with only a finger. While his brain—and the smaller brain in his pants—registered that fact, her hands went to the snap of her jeans.

“What in hell are you doing?” he said.

“I’m giving you the opportunity to prove your hypothesis.”

Hypothesis. Hypothesis. She was taking off her clothes, and she expected him to talk science?

She unzipped her jeans and pushed them down her legs. Only the fact that she hadn’t removed her shoes and had to sit to do it now gave him a few seconds to think, or what passed as thinking as his cock came to attention. The rush of blood to his crotch came so fast and hard he might have fallen over if he hadn’t been sitting down.

When she had her feet free, she stood and reached to the back fastening of her bra. “You don’t look so sexual now. You look confused.”

“Trust me.” He swallowed hard. “I’m feeling good and sexual.”

“I’m not trusting you on this one.” She removed the bra to reveal the two most beautiful breasts he’d ever seen. On the small side but round with erect nipples just begging for some loving. “You have to prove it.”

“Prove it?” Damn, words were still not making any sense.

“By fucking me, of course,” she said. “You can do that, can’t you?”

“Of course I can.”

“I was beginning to wonder after last night.”

“Last night I was being a gentleman,” he said.

“Gentleman.” She snorted, actually snorted. “Are you male or aren’t you?”

“You know damned well I am.”

She removed her panties. As tiny and sinful as the bra, they hardly had enough material to make a handkerchief. When she pushed them past her ankles, she was completely, unashamedly, gloriously naked. And when she straightened again, he could let his gaze roam over all of her, from the length of her throat, to those delectable breasts, down to the flare of her hips, and finally to the heaven between her legs. All female and flushed with anger or maybe more.

“Well, are you a mindless fucking machine at the mercy of your hormones and driven by the urge to pass on your DNA or aren’t you?” she demanded.

“Yes,” he croaked. “Uh, no. No passing of the DNA.”

Thank God he’d at least had the sense to realize that he only had one condom—the one he always carried in his wallet. With days alone in this cabin with this woman, her dirty mouth, and her body that would not quit, once wouldn’t satisfy him. Once in the morning, once after lunch, and once in the middle of the night wouldn’t satisfy him.

“I don’t have protection,” he said finally. Shit, was he really going to turn her down again? Really? Gallantry was one thing. Passing up this opportunity would amount to torture.

“You’re not getting out of it that easy. I take pills. So you can either prove that you can get me to hold still long enough to ‘nail’ me. “She used air quotes around “nail.” “Or you can shut the hell up.”

With the fertility problem solved, “shut the hell up” was not an option. Mindless fucking machine won. At least, he had the good sense to take off his shoes before he stood to get out of his clothes. She didn’t flinch when he made his intentions obvious by jerking his own shirt off. She didn’t back up when he unbuckled his belt and popped the snap on his jeans. She didn’t utter a peep when he lowered the zipper and pushed his pants and briefs to the floor.

She did something finally when he rose again, as naked as she was. Her gaze fastened on his erection, and she bit her lip as her eyes went wide with what looked like feminine admiration. While he hadn’t had any complaints from lovers or even his ex-wife, no woman had ever looked at his member as if it was made of chocolate before.

“All right, you want to get nailed,” he said. “How would you like it?”

She released a long ahhhh, kind of like steam escaping. “Any way you can think up.”

He’d figure out the logistics later. For now, he needed that body against his own. When he reached for her, she stepped into his embrace, snuggling her curves against him everywhere. His cock nestled into the softness of her belly as his lips moved to hers for a searing kiss.

The passion of their argument immediately translated into lust delayed. Since the night before, he’d been sitting on a powder keg of thwarted need. Hard off and on all day, he’d alternated between imagining her straddling him and sinking down onto his shaft and feeling like a heel for thinking of a colleague that way. Now he could have her, and as his mouth claimed hers, he shifted so that he could finally cup her breast and feel the peak harden into a tight point.

She gasped, her lips parting to give his tongue access between them. He found her tongue as the tip probed for him, shyly at first and then with enough boldness to make his blood run hot. Whimpering, she shivered against him.

He managed to pull his mouth from hers. “Are you cold?”

“Hell no. I’m burning up.”

Amazing woman. Placing his mouth at her ear, he blew a hot breath inside and enjoyed her little shimmy of pleasure. Every time she did that, she rubbed his cock with the velvet skin of her belly. Nolan wouldn’t normally rush things, but if she kept doing that, she might not give him any choice. His body was an explosive, all right, and it was nearing its flash point. He’d better concentrate on her pleasure for a while to prove he could get her to hold still for him any damned time he wanted. He’d figure out the evolutionary consequences of that at some later time when he didn’t have a woman in his arms who so obviously needed the absolute best he could give her.

So after nibbling on her earlobe for a moment, he lowered his head to her shoulder and nipped the tender skin there. Delicious. Absolutely delicious. From there, her breast lay only inches away, so he laid a path of kisses to it while his hand scooped it up to savor its weight in his palm. When he flicked his thumb over the nipple, she gave him a coo of approval. The sort of sound to make his chest swell with pride and his cock to become almost painfully hard.

The urge to plunge into her grew almost overpowering, but he continued with her breast. This time, he sucked the peak into his mouth and teased it with his tongue. Her breath came hard, filling his ears with the sounds of a woman reaching her own boundary. She dug her fingers into his hair as her panting grew louder.
Had he pushed her far enough that she could take him now? Would she welcome the intrusion of his swollen member? The answer to that question lay between her legs, so he lowered his hand to her hip and then to her inner thigh. She allowed him access, even shifting to make room for his hand there. Indeed, when he stroked the lips of her pussy, his fingers came away wet.

“Don’t stop,” she cried.

“You want more?” He parted her petals and drove a finger inside her. That produced a stream of moisture onto his hand, so he inserted another finger and probed. She clutched at his shoulder, her nails digging into the skin. As he continued pushing and retreating, her inner muscles tensed around him. Damn, but she was hot. Ready to come in another moment. But he could do even better than that.

Instead of continuing to plunge into her, he removed his fingers and went in search of her clit. It was easy to find—hard and long at the apex of her slit. When he stroked it, she nearly fell, so he caught her with his other arm and continued pressing it and flicking against the tip.

“Oh God.” She moaned. “Ohgodohgod.”

Shit. He’d pushed her to hard. She was right on the edge, and here they were standing in the middle of the living room.

“The bed,” he said.

“Too far.”

“Okay, but this isn’t going to be gentle,” he said.

“Fuck gentle.”

Oh yeah, she was ready. He guided, half-carried her to the side of the room and leaned her against the wall. Crouching, he took his place between her legs and eased the head of his cock inside her. “Hang on.”
“God yes.” She released a sound like nothing he’d ever heard a woman make before. Low and guttural—almost a growl. Then she wrapped her arms and legs around him, and he straightened, thrusting into her in one movement.

He could have growled back or bugled like the elk in full rut. Her heat surrounded him as her muscles clamped down on his cock. She was wet, all for him. He’d created this response, drawn it from her with his hand and his mouth on her breast. So perfect, she drove him now until he felt as if he really could explode. With no power to hold back, he plunged into her over and over. Her back hit the wall with each thrust. She’d bruise, and he’d hate himself, but he could no sooner stop than he could sprout wings and fly out the window.

“Sorry,” he gritted. “Didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“Hersch…”

“What?” Bam, bam, bam. Shit, was he ever going to come.

“Shut up.”

He could do that. In another minute, he’d lose the ability to speak, anyway. She was supposed to be the one on the verge of orgasm, and now he was totally going to lose control. Not fair. Why did it have to end so soon?

Just when the last thread of his sanity threatened to shred apart, her gasps turned to cries and then rose in pitch. Bless her, she was going to come first. Sure enough, her grip on him tightened, and then her muscles went wild around his cock, from the head all the way to the base. She was milking him, and he responded with a climax that started in his balls and radiated out to claim his whole body. As his shout joined hers, he released his lust into her—coming and coming until he nearly blacked out from sheer sexual overload.
He managed to hang on until it ended…finally. Resting his head on her shoulder, he dragged in air in gulps until he’d convinced himself that he could breathe again. She seemed to have as much trouble getting oxygen as he did, but eventually she let out a moan and a sigh. Though her orgasm had ended, her sex still grasped rhythmically around his. Proof, as if he’d needed it, that she’d come as powerfully as he had.

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The Adventures of Wonderslut, Installment Seventeen

Back in the Slutgrotto, Felicity stood in front of a white board with a felt-tipped marker in her hand. At the top, she wrote in block letters, “How We Screwed Up.” After underlining the words, she turned to Jason. “Okay, no punches pulled. Let’s list everything we did wrong so we don’t do it again.”

Jason leaned back in his computer chair, sprawling his long legs out in front of him. “We waltzed right into the bank without researching what to expect.”

Yeah, that had been her idea, but honestly, Jason could analyze the smallest problem to death. If she had to wait for him to act, nothing would get done. She’d said “no punches pulled,” so she wrote “no research” on the board. “Then again, someone sat idly by while the Larry the Robot almost fucked the truth out of me.”
She wrote “sat idly by” on the board.

Jason glared at her for a moment. “If we’d done our research, we would have known there was a Larry the Robot.”

“Oh, right. Maybe I should have called the bank ahead of time to ask if they had automatic security walls and a robot with a pneumatic penis.”

“We could have scoped the place out.” Jason got up, took the marker from her, and scrawled “scope out” on the board.

“Well, you could have done something so I didn’t have to sing folk songs to distract myself from the shtupping I was getting from Larry.” She grabbed the marker and wrote “do something.”

“We had it under control. Everything would have been fine if Blanche hadn’t recognized us.” He took the marker back and wrote “Blanche.”

They both stared at the word. He was right. Despite some slip-ups, they’d made it through the initial tests only to be thwarted when Blanche had recognized them.

“Tell me again why we didn’t hide our identities around her?” Felicity said.

“I don’t think that occurred to either of us,” Jason answered. “And, you know what else? Mrs. Marker at the bank knows that Wonderslut‘s last name is Plumswindle.”

“And she’s probably passing that information on to Sly as we speak.“ Her stomach sank. “Fabulous. Just fabulous.”

“And the fact that Wonderslut is on his trail.” Jason gave her a sick smile. “I guess we really are lovers, not fighters.”

“Well, maybe he’ll make things easy by coming to us.” Lord only knew what they’d face if he did. She hadn’t seen him for years. He’d been wicked in the good ways as well as the bad back then. He could exercise even more power over people now. She shivered.

Jason rubbed a hand over her back. “What do you want to do now?”

“What we’re good at. Let’s find someone who’s having a sex problem and help them, or him, or her.” Felicity followed Jason to the computer and looked over his shoulder as he pulled up Wonderslut’s e-mail. As usual, several people offered to enlarge her penis. A couple of barristers in Africa had financial deals for her. She’d won a few lotteries, too.

One subject line held promise, even if it was spam. It simply said “My husband’s bra size.” She pointed to it. “Open that one.”

“Dear Wonderslut,” it began. “I recently lost a lot of weight through exercise and dieting.”

Great, a weight loss scam. Still, she kept reading.

“That ought to be good, right?” the letter went on. “You’d think so, but you’d be WRONG. I still get catalogues for plus sized clothing, and I discovered that my husband’s been using them. Last week, I got a 48C bra in the mail. 48! When I laughed and showed it to John, he turned three shades of red. He’d ordered the thing for himself.”

“Cross dresser,” Jason said.

“Nothing wrong with that.”

“His wife seems to think so,” Jason said.

“She needs to lighten up a bit.” Felicity went back to reading.

“John wants to dress up and play house with me as the husband. After five years of perfectly normal marriage, I don’t recognize my darling man any longer. Can you help us? Can you straighten him out? Signed, Pouting Paula.” That was followed by an address in DesMoines.

“What do you think?” Jason said.

“I think we can help them but not by straightening John out. Instead, we’ll install a few kinks in Paula,” Felicity said. “You fuel up the Slutmobile. I’m going to pack several changes of clothes. Just what we need to lift our spirits…a little role play.”

*

Per procedure, they flew in to a remote location and drove into the city using freeways, like everyone else. No one in DesMoines would find anything unusual about a crimson Maserati driving around the suburbs, right? John and Paula had a nice, little place with a picket fence and a garden gnome on the lawn. Felicity parked the Slutmobile in front of the garage and led Jason, who was carrying the bag she’d packed, along the flagstone path to the kitchen door.

When it opened, a tall man dressed in a housedress and apron answered. The look didn’t work completely, given his bald head, but she was there to help, not to judge.

“Wonderslut,” he said. “Paula said you’d come.”

She’d lost count over the years of how many times people had expressed surprise that she’d come and how many awful jokes like “not yet, but I will” she’d made. She didn’t make one now, and she put an elbow into Jason’s ribs before he could. He grunted and set the suitcase down.

“Paula,” John called over his shoulder. “We have guests.”

Paula entered, and it took every bit of control Felicity had not to fall out laughing. Jason chortled, so she gave him the elbow again. Paula was wearing what was obviously one of John’s suits. The sleeves hung past her fingers, and the pants cuffs scuffed against the floor as she walked. Someone either drunk or blind had done up the tie.

“You two are new to this, huh?” Felicity asked.

Paula pulled a hand out of its sleeve so she could push some hair out of her face. “I don’t want to do this at all.”

“That’s a real mistake, Paula, and I‘m going to tell you why.” Felicity went to the woman and draped an arm over her shoulder. “Do you remember all the cra…uh…stuff you were taught about how to take care of your husband when he comes home from work?”

“Meet him at the door with his slippers and a drink?” Paula recited. “Ask him about his day?”

“Exactly. If John’s playing the wife, he has to do all that for you,” Felicity said. “Give it a try. Pretend you’ve just come home and you’re bushed.”

A big smile flashed across John’s face. “Do it, honey.”

“Okay, well…” Paula fidgeted for a moment. “I’m so tired. I had an awful day.”

John rushed forward and put his arm around Paula, guiding her to a chair at the kitchen table. Once he had her seated, Felicity bent to whisper into her ear. “Tell him you’d like a martini.”

“I don’t like martinis.”

“Whatever you do like then.” Brother. Why should it be so hard to get Paula to ask to be spoiled? Most women would kill to get the sort of treatment John offered. For heaven’s sake, he was hovering over her, playing the dutiful wife. A dutiful wife with the beginnings of a nice boner, if the rise of his apron below his waist was what Felicity thought it was. This did really turn him on. Now, she only had to make the experience turn Paula on, too.

“I’ll have a glass of white wine,” Paula said.

John jumped into action, getting a bottle from the refrigerator and then pulling a glass down from a cabinet. As he used a corkscrew to open the wine, he glanced at Paula over his shoulder. “Henderson give you a hard time today?”

“Henderson?” Paula said. “Oh, yes. Your boss. Very hard.”

A bit more action under the apron said John was ready and willing to give her a hard time, too. Another bad joke. She had to get out of that habit.

John took the wine to Paula. “Anything else I can do for you, dear?”

Felicity bent to Paula’s ear again. “What’s for dinner?”

Paula thought for a moment, and her expression brightened. “What’s for dinner?”

“Meat loaf? I can make something else if you want.”

“Meat loaf’s fine,” Paula said.

“And I’d like a blow job,” Felicity whispered into Paula’s ear.

“And I’d like a…what?” Paula jerked, making her wine slosh in the glass.

Felicity winked elaborately at Paula. “Wouldn’t a blow job help you to relax?

“But…but…we’re in the kitchen,” Paula said.

“Trust me. It feels good in the kitchen, too,” Felicity said.

“I could do that, honey,” John offered. The state of his apron said clearly that his cock could use some loving, too.

“With people looking on?” Paula said.

“Don’t worry about us. We’ve seen it all.“ Felicity patted her on the shoulder. “We’ll just fade into the woodwork.”

She motioned for Jason to join her and then led him back to the refrigerator. From here, Paula wouldn’t be able to watch them watching her. John had already dropped to his knees in front of his wife’s chair. He pulled his own trousers down her legs and took them off and then buried his face in her muff. After a few seconds of nervousness, Paula settled into the spirit of what was going on between her pussy lips and sagged back in the chair, her expression soft with bliss.

“Should we leave them to it?” Jason whispered.

“Let’s stick around for a while. After she comes, we can get into some costumes and join the games,” Felicity said.

Jason watched the action for a few moments. As Paula became more and more excited, John used a free hand to lift his skirts and began playing with his erection. If he kept that up, they’d both climax pretty soon.

“Isn’t this making you horny?” Jason asked.

“Always,” she answered. “I do love my job.”

Will Paula learn to enjoy playing the husband? What costumes has Felicity packed into the bag? Will John’s meatloaf serve four?