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Her Lie

By: Sirhickory



In the quiet of the still summer night, the steady drone of the crickets was the only thing that marked the passage of time. 

He sat their. He sat their waiting for the woman who had stolen his heart. He sat their for his love, his world, his little girl who had filled his nights with unbridled passions and his days lecherous delights. He sat their and waited. He sat their and waited because she was late. 

A mixture of fear and anxiety raced through his belly. Never before had she been so late to return from her trip into town. He knew she had her cell phone, yet she did not answer. He knew she had friends in town that she could appeal to if her car were to have broken down, yet none had heard from her. He knew that the libraries were only open so late, and that the clubs would be closing in an hour, yet she would have told him if she planned on visiting either of those places...wouldn't she? He pressed his hands to his face and felt the slight dampness that comes with summers heat and worry clinging to his brow. He wished for some answer, something that would tell him if she were alive or not. Something that would tell him the world was right again...yet that something never came.

Long hours passed. His eyes grew heavy with the passing hours, yet he did not close them. He stared fixedly at the horizon for some sign of her car. He was determined to see her come down the road as she had always done...or in the worst case, see the sheriff as he drove his old blue ford crown vic to tell him of her troubles. He waited...and waited...and waited. 

When the night looks its darkest, sunrise is only moments away. It was then that it happened. His eyes mesmerized by the pinkening sky outside found headlights on the horizon. Heart hammering in his chest, he rose to see who approached. Immediate recognition of the car that now sped along the road dawned in his mind. She was safe. She was alive. She was home.

As he watched the car speeding up the long driveway, the sound of a radio screaming through the night air caught his attention. Shania Twain bellowed her need to feel like a woman. The top to her convertible was lowered and her hair flowed like a mane in the wind. A reckless abandon had ceased her driving tonight as he watched the dust on the driveway scurry out of her way, marking her path.

The night had suddenly lost its quiet. Morning was breaking with a deafening roar in his ears. The cute little convertible he had bought her screeched to a stop next to him, and a bright eyed young woman popped from the car. Kissing his cheek she managed a, "morning baby" before scurrying inside. 

His heart pounded in his chest. "Morning Baby!?" Was that all she had to say to him. He felt his blood begin to boil as the hours of worry switched to a seething rage. His heart had been in a state of constant panic all night waiting for that phone to ring, waiting to hear she was ok, and now at 5:30 in the morning she screeches up to the house and goes inside.

Anger seemed to fill his every poor and he walked slowly to her car. She had left the keys in the ignition, and he could smell the faint tinge of alcohol their. On the dash board was a matchbox. "The inferno" it said. He knew the place. It was not the sort of place nice girls go. He had been there once before and had enjoyed the floor show...a young woman had been spanked before the audience. In the console next to her seat was the cell phone. Seven Missed Calls was clearly displayed on its screen...each call from him.

As he walked inside, the house felt oddly different now. Once it had been a happy home for the two of them. They had loved and laughed and if there had ever been tears shed, they were together for it, his arms around her, holding her in times of grief. Tonight those feelings were different. Tonight there was anger in the air mingled with a sense of betrayal. He walked up the stairs. 

As the shower ran, he heard her singing to herself. She was trying to erase the evidence he knew. She was concocting a story he surmised as she washed, and by the sounds of her enthusiastic signing, she had crafted one that would convince the pope of her complete innocence. 

He slipped into the bathroom and removed all of her clothing and all of her towels. Closing the door carefully behind him, he tossed the offending articles with their cigarette stench and beer vinegar stink in the laundry. She would be attending to that soon enough!

Her hairbrush from the dresser, the wooden spoon from the kitchen, his belt from the closet, and a 3 foot green sapling from the backyard would serve as his tools tonight. Anger had given way to resolution. He knew what he must do, and he knew how he was going to do it. She had violated his trust. She had behaved as a child might who snuck out one evening. She had thought only of herself, and she was going to attempt to lie about it now. He saw his path very clearly.

As the water shut off in the bathroom, he heard her calling.

"Honey, I need a towel you snot" He heard the slight catch in her voice and new she was worried. Why he wondered. Was she wising up?

"Honey, please bring me a towel"

"it's right here baby, come and get it"

"HONEY!! I want my towel...BRING IT!!"

"NO"

He could hear her swearing under her breath now. She was going to have to face him and she was worried about it.

As the door opened, she stalked into the room. Expecting to find him sitting on the bed, she strode over, careful to keep her back facing the wall. What she failed to notice however, was his stark silhouette standing next to the door as she had entered the room. The clear hand prints on her bottom shone clearly in the early morning sun, and his suspicions were confirmed. 

Half in confusion she whirled around to face him as she felt the towel draped over her shoulders. As quickly as she possibly could and with no regard to her full bosom, she yanked the towel around her waist to cover the evidence of her evening's activities. His eyes took her in fully now and as he admired her beauty, he also admired her spirit. She was going to attempt to pretend nothing had happened. How far would she protest her innocence? How far indeed?

He looked her up and down now..."you must have been terrified, are you ok?" I have been waiting all night for you. I was worried sick. What happened?

Shocked by his seemingly foolishness, she stuttered for a moment before finding her words. 

"I'm so sorry baby. I was driving home when the car ran out of gas. The company told me it would only be a moment before the tow truck arrived, but I waited there for 4 hours. I need a new cell phone baby, mine died. I was worried sick. I was wishing you would come and find me over and over, but then I thought you forgot about me and went to bed."

Her lie completed and her fate sealed, he smiled at her, gave her a hug and told her it would all be ok...soon.

She caught the tone in his voice when he said the word soon, and looked up at him. Her hands tightly tucking the towel in around her she looked up into his eyes, and immediately knew. She was caught.

As he kissed her cheek and whispered in hear ear, "Your lying" he felt her stiffen. He could almost feel her lip being bitten as her teeth worked it over and over. He whispered long and slowly about how he waited all night for her. How he stared at the phone willing it to ring. How he had seen how she had driven home, how she smelled, how she looked, and how her cell phone was clearly not dead. But most damning of all, he whispered into her ear that she was spanked once already tonight, and she would be again.

Starting to protest, she felt the panic rising in her body. She managed to stammer "But..." Before she felt the towel ripped from her body. Clear red hand prints stood on her bottom and she could not deny them. Frozen with the fear that he may not understand she babbled in a non comprehensible dither of language. 

Putting a finger to her lips, he silenced her. Pointing to the collection of implements on the bed, he terrified her. Taking her by the wrist as he sat down on the bed, he led her to his thigh. Her naked body still dripping from the evening shower, he extolled the virtues of truth, the need for communication, the wisdom of confidence, and the commitment to discipline. 

It was this word that rooted her to her spot. Did he really mean to spank her? The thought sent shivers up and down her spine. Those fingers that were so soft when they kissed; when they made love. Would they now take on the presence of steal as they spanked her already sore bottom into a submission she longed to feel. Would he really take the reins from her as she had so often dreamed he would? Would he really take her over his lap like a little girl and spank her till she knew exactly who was in charge. Her heart hammered harder...what if he did? OH GOD...What if her sweet loving man SPANKED HER?!! Could she look at him the same again? Would things ever be the same again? Her hands slipped behind her to slowly rub her bottom and she began to rock on her heals. She wanted to run, but looking at this man, who had waited for her all night in total terror, she did not dare. 

He noticed those hands as they slid behind her. His scolding continued in the same fashion, but his hands slid up the back of her thighs now and removed her hands from her bottom. Taking one wrist in his hand, he led her slowly over his lap. He felt her resistance at first, but understood immediately that she was not going to dare invoke his anger further by rebelling now. 

She bent over his lap. She felt his leg lift her bottom higher than her head and she felt his hands putting her in the proper position...one she had already felt tonight. This man of hers knew what he was doing...she realized with a mixed sense of emotions. Head by his ankles, ass high in the air, she felt his fingertips dragging over her thighs, calves, back, neck, sides, and bottom. He was teasing her as he scolded her. She heard his every word, but could not escape the feeling of his fingers exploring every inch he wished to. She was at his mercy now and she new it.

The first playful slap took her by surprise. It was not going to be long now. He was sizing up her bottom to see what it would take and how much it could take. She knew she was in trouble and by his words she knew he was going to make sure she knew what that meant before her time over his knee was done. She was his now. He was going to spank her long and hard. She accepted it, but still felt the feelings of worry over their future at its conclusion. Fortunately she didn't have to wonder for long.  

SMACK!!

Her Light



She leaned against the window, her cheek touching the cold glass where hundreds of little raindrops chased each other down to the ledge. Fat droplets backlit by streetlights glittered silvery, mercury. Their shadows on her face slithered down too, mirroring their counterparts' progress down the glass. Grey-black snakes, tearing down her profile, absorbed by the black shirt she wore. Her eyes stared unseeing out into the empty night.

Today. Samhain. Here it was, the time when the membrane between this world and that one was the thinnest, when they could slip through and be together again. Maybe. If she was lucky.

The phone beeped softly. She looked at it and frowned. She wasn't expecting any calls. This was her time. Nevertheless, padding over to the instrument, she clicked it on and brought it to her ear. 

"Hello?"

"Hey, Shaunna?"

"Michael."

"How are you doing?"

"I'm fine..."

"Great. Now, I want you to get ready. I'm picking you up in a half hour."

"What?"

"In half an hour, Shaunna, for a masked party. Wear a nice dress. I have the masks with me."

"What? Michael, no."

"No. Don't say no." His voice softened. "Please."

"Michael..." She paused to swallow past the lump in her throat. "You're sweet to be doing this, but... no." 

They both paused. She hoped he would let her off without much effort on her part. She didn't have the energy to fend him off.

"Look, it's a small party. Not many people. Please let me..."

"Michael, please, no," she interrupted, a little desperately.

"I worry about you, babe. You've got to get out." 

The softness of his voice threatened to trigger the tears she had been holding in with such difficulty. She took a moment to clench her jaw and blink a couple of times, containing the emotion from spilling over.

"I'll be fine. Really. I'm okay. I just need to be alone tonight. Please."

"Well... you sure?"

"Yes."

"Okay." The reluctance in his voice was evident. "You know you can call me if you need me. Even if it's late."

She nodded. "Thank you."

"Well, then..." he trailed off.

"Enjoy yourself," she whispered.

"I'll try." There was a smile in his voice. "Take care."

A tear escaped and plopped down on the glass top as she bent down to replace the phone on the side table. She looked at the droplet for a second before wiping it off with a fingertip and rubbed her thumb and fingertip together to feel the wetness. 

She'd be okay. Despite everything, she would be okay.

~ ~ ~

Clothed only in the black silk button-down shirt and briefs, leaving her long, golden legs bare, she wanted to give of herself as she had liked it. Her hair was freshly washed, left loose to cup her face and shoulders gently. 

She started the ritual she had planned for this night. Everything was ready. Shaunna padded barefoot to the kitchenette and got the food she had prepared the night before -- apples cut into bite-sized pieces, sprinkled with limejuice and a cup of honey to dip them in. She had loved eating them that way. Carrying the items back with her to the living room, Shaunna set it down in the centre of the room. 

She lit a candle and carried it to the window that faced west. She closed her eyes, and felt the smooth wax between her fingers as she released a wish into the air.

'Come to me, love. Come home.'

The haunted night faced her as she opened her eyes. There was no answer from beyond.

In the centre of the room, she lit the candles in the shape of a circle. One by one, as the wicks caught and trembled, she felt the chill in her heart melt a little. Twenty-seven tiny flames flickered, each one for a year in the brief life that had been extinguished. Lithely, she stepped into the middle of the ring of candlelight and moved to the wooden box in the middle. She knelt down and touched its surface, her fingertips barely touching the scarred wood, charred black on one side, silky brown on the other. 

Images started flashing in her mind.

She found the jewellery box in the tucked-away corner of an antiques shop. 'Perfect', she thought. 'She'll love it.'

... The wide smile she gave as she ripped open the gift-paper. "Thank you..." Her warm, sweet scent enveloping them as she threw her arms around her lover, delighted. "It's beautiful."  The box had survived. She hadn't.

She opened the box, unlocking it with its tiny key and carefully took out the letters. They were colourful, written on flirty stationery, bound with a red ribbon. Full of life, just as she had been. In contrast, her own letters to her lover were starkly black and white. 

She didn't open the ribbon binding the letters. She knew word for word what was in there. She had lain awake nights, tracing the nonliving words. She needed to touch the relics tonight, ground herself with them, let their energy flow through her and take her back in time; not that she needed them for that, but touching these lifeless things was all she had. This was all she had left of her.

A lazy afternoon when she had been cleaning and found the letters... 

"Wow. These are old. You still have them?"

"I like reading them. Your words are beautiful."

"I can give you words whenever you want, love. Come here, I'll make you new ones." She hugged Shauna from behind, arms around her waist and started whispering into her ear. "You're what I live for. You give me meaning, make my life worth living. With you I realise my hopes and live my dreams. You're with me every moment, as essential to me as my heartbeat. You're my guiding light, my refuge, my saviour. And being with you here, in moments like this, I can't ever thank all the deities in this world enough for your presence in my life." There, her voice turned husky with emotion. "And I want to spend an eternity wrapped around you like this. A whole eternity, Love, and beyond..."  The letters were laid on the floor as she dipped her hand into the box again for the next object -- sheer yellow panties edged with white lace.

"You know, you look too virginal in them."

She struck a pose, peeking from behind her eyelashes, her eyes brimming with laughter. "So?"

"You're so not innocent!"

"Oh? Just because I know how to make you scream with ecstasy when I bathe your nipple with my tongue and bury my fingers in your..."

Her words stopped as she dissolved into laughter seeing Shaunna's blush.

"Those were not the words of an innocent! I rest my case."

She took Shaunna into her arms then, murmuring, "God, I love you! Now, are you interested in taking these panties off?"  Shaunna sniffed the cloth in her hands, hoping for a lingering scent of her essence, but there was nothing. It had been too long. "I miss you so much," she whispered. She laid it on the floor next to the letters.

A paper napkin with their initials inside a heart, drawn by her in a restaurant as they waited for their salads to arrive -- that was next. Shaunna took it out and fingered it. It was so soft. Her fingertips felt like they were being indulged. These days she didn't really pay attention to how things felt in her hands. A lot of their lovemaking had been simple touches. She had loved touching. Sometimes Shaunna was embarrassed by it. Like that day in the restaurant...

It started innocently enough, with the stroking of a bare arm, smiling into each others' eyes and the clasping of hands. Then Shaunna saw her eyes light up.

She slipped her hand under the table and caressed a bare thigh. Flitting fingers from the outside of her thigh to the soft skin inside made her squirm in her seat. Shaunna could only look at her, eyes widening. She smiled in response -- that impish smile. The hand swept up, stroking warm skin, melting her insides and making her nipples hard. 

Shaunna dipped her head, wishing fervently that no one else could see what was happening. Surely her glazed eyes broadcast her peaked desire to the world.

Under the table, slender fingers found Shaunna's centre. A light brush, and it took Shaunna all of her self-control not to jump out of the chair and cry out. She wrapped her fingers around a fork tightly.

"Look at me." 

The command was incredulous. She couldn't. But she did. Shaunna lifted her face to her, naked under her gaze, giving all of herself through her eyes, stripping herself bare. She flinched as she felt fingers slipping past the barrier of her panties and then exploring the soft flesh beyond. She felt buttery wetness slip out of her.

The fingers spread it around, slipping slickly into her folds, finding her nub, circling it, then slipping down lower, inside her. She grasped the edge of the table with her other hand, trying to contain the frenzy building up within her. She wanted to thrash about, throw her head from side to side and moan, beg, plead for more. Instead, she arched her back slightly and bit the inside of her lip to keep from making her pleasure known to the people around them. 

Shaunna moved her hips forward so the fingers could connect more thoroughly to her core. The massage continued. Feelings curled inside her belly, spiralled, higher and higher, out of control. Shaunna shut her eyes reflexively, tightly in an effort to contain what was happening within her. The pleasure heightened and she exploded then, waves of pleasure rippling through her blood, carried to every part in her body, bursting in tiny points along each nerve ending. She felt herself lift, float, plunge and soar all at once as she clenched and unclenched around the fingers buried inside her, still caressing her over each wave, slowing and letting her down gently.

As Shaunna tried to gather her scattered senses, she felt her juices spilling out of her, soaking her panties, her thighs and running down to her seat. Anxiety flared in the eyes that flew open urgently, and she panicked a little. There was a restraining hand on her arm then, and an understanding smile on her face.

'Relax.' Her lips formed the words as she scooped up the liquid with her fingers and extracted them. Shaunna's amazement reached its height as she saw her lover bringing her glistening fingers to her lips, licking them off slowly and thoroughly. She winked then, making Shaunna blush furiously and fumble for a tissue to wipe the rest of her off discreetly before she walked on trembling legs to the washroom.  All those memories... 

Shaunna was crying now. Dry, breathless sobs sucked air out of her lungs and burnt her insides. How she missed the touching. Those delicate but strong hands that could transport her to another world in a few minutes, haunted her. She ached to press her lips to the faint blue nerves on the back of that hand. She yearned for just one more touch of that palm against her cheek as she fell asleep, for running her thumb over the life-giving veins in that delicate wrist. There was nothing she desired more at that moment than that finger to touch her core and transform her universe into uneven breaths and trembling muscles. But it wasn't there.

Her sobs turned into hiccups as her body surged and thrummed with the intensity of her wanting. She turned her head towards the candle in the window, willing the soul to find her way home. She crawled over to the window, touching the candle, trailing one fingertip down its length. "Come home. Please. It's so hard... so hard without you." She stared at the flame and spoke in the hope that some of what she was saying could reach her in the other world. 

"I need you so much. I thought I'd be okay... but I cannot live like this any more. I miss you... every moment of every day. Everything around me reminds me of you... everything in my life has been touched by your presence, and without you, it's just a pale reflection. It can never be the same again." The flame of the candle filled her vision while she talked, and as she looked into its depths, she felt herself going to a safe place -- a place removed from where she was, separate from her grief. 

"There's just this darkness. All around me, choking me. I don't know how I'm alive... why I'm alive. I'm broken, Love, and I'm tired of fighting the darkness. And if you can't join me from wherever you are... I have no choice..."

She blanked then, leached of all emotion, her words turning too soft and finally dying down. She slowly got to her feet and made her way to the bathroom. The packet of double edged razor blades lay open, three of the blades left. She had always preferred old-fashioned razors to the new sticks - said they had a certain charm. To choose this method of dying, would mean being close to her even as life seeped out of her. She carefully took one blade out and walked back to the window, to the light.

She stared out into the night, wondering if what she was about to do was correct. It was definitely better than the nothingness that her life had become. It was better than the loneliness, the tears and the longing for what could never be again.

"This is the only way," Shaunna whispered as she slid down to the floor in the corner, with her back against the wall. Her tears had dried - there was nothing more in her. All that was left, was to end it. "To you, Love..." she whispered, as she placed the blade on her right wrist.

~ ~ ~

The cold grey light of dawn crept upon the crumpled figure in the corner. She sat with her head on her drawn up knees, her hair around her fallen head in lush waves. Her arms were wrapped loosely around her legs, the blade still clutched tightly in her left hand. The black shirt had slipped from one of her shoulders, baring it to the light.

There was the sound of a key turning in the door, then the sound of it opening and the voice of a man calling her name as footsteps moved into the room. The moment he looked at her prone body bowed in the corner, he stilled for a moment, cold dread gripping his heart. He then ran to her, calling her name frantically.

She came alive as he took hold of her cold arms and shook her violently. Her eyes snapped open as her head flailed from the roughness by which he shook her. Something of his raised voice penetrated her spell and then she felt him giving her a sharp slap. She saw his blue eyes, wide and darkened to a rich hue as she stared into them.

"I couldn't die, Michael..." she whispered to him in a broken voice. Defeated.

He clutched her to him then, and rocked her like a baby, murmuring soothing words into her hair and crying for her.

"I couldn't die."

He held her away and looked at her blank eyes and her pale, ghostly face. He smoothed her hair away from her face and ran his hands over her cheeks, attempting to wipe the tearstains off. "You couldn't because she wouldn't have wanted you to."

He saw something, some life returning to her as she nodded, accepting what he said.

They both were quiet for a moment, then he let out his breath in a heaving sigh.

"Oh God, Shaunna, when I saw you just now...." His voice broke. "I can't tell you how I felt. You didn't answer your phone. I was worried and... I'm so glad I came to check. I just... I wish I could do something to make it all go away."

She smiled. "Go away? It will never go away."

Seeing his troubled eyes, she continued, "No, I don't mean it that way. I mean... this was it. This was the lowest and it's behind me now. There's nowhere to go but up." She gave him a tremulous smile, but one that reached her tired eyes, however faintly. "Now I'll be okay."

He nodded. "Come. You should lie down for a bit. Did you sleep?"

"No. What I need is... Michael?" She met his eyes. "Can you leave?"

Seeing his incredulous look, she hastened to add. "I'll be okay. I promise. I need to get closure. I need to be alone. Please."

He shook his head from side to side. "Shaunna, I can't leave you and go right now. Look at you. You're wrung out. You're in no state to be left alone." 

"No, Michael, listen. Trust me. I won't do anything... I mean, I just need to say goodbye." 

Her eyes filled with tears, but her expression was calm and she looked at him with such entreaty that he sighed.

"I don't know..."

"I need to do this, Michael. Please. I'll call you around noon?"

He sighed. "You ask for too much." He turned and began walking away.

"Michael?"

He looked back.

"Thank you."

He came back to hug her. "Don't forget to call."

"I won't."

~ ~ ~

When she was alone again, she looked at the remains of the ceremony from the night before. The candles had burned down during the night, transforming into puddles of wax on the floor. The apples were slightly browned. The objects that were so precious to her lay exposed. 

She gathered each item, placing them in the wooden box and closing it firmly, locking it and threading the little key though the chain she wore around her neck everyday. She stowed the box away on the topmost shelf of her closet and then returned to scrape up the wax using a spoon, collecting it in a bowl. 

Putting the wax on to heat, she hunted around for the candle-making supplies she knew were stored somewhere. They had made candles together once.... 

She added the new wax and the old and heated the mixture until it was soft and pliable. Shaunna then poured a few drops of her favourite perfume, scenting it with something she associated with her, and then transferred the mix into one fat mould, collecting the night into one keepsake. All the time she was working, she concentrated on the materials in front of her and the colours and the smells. 

As the wax cooled and solidified, Shaunna felt herself relaxing and a sense of peace came over her as she looked at her handiwork - the essence of her innermost emotions, of love itself and its intensity. 

Michael, peeking in from the west window saw her place the candle on her bookshelves in the living room next to her woman's photograph and smiled a little sadly. He had stayed around, wondering if she would really be okay. He saw that she probably would. He felt a weight lift from his heart as he saw her slight frame standing in front of the candle with her head bowed, her bearing loose-limbed and strong. Peaceful. 

~ ~ ~

Shaunna bowed her head and took a deep breath. She was wrung out from the night, but she felt cleansed. Free. She raised her eyes to the candle and started speaking. "You're not here with me in the flesh today, but I know you will always be with me in spirit. You're my guiding light and I know you'll always be there to help me through life. I'm so sorry I forgot that. I'm sorry I let the darkness overwhelm me. But now... I've found you, Love. I'm so glad I found you."

The candle, though never lit, remained a beacon of light and support that Shaunna could look at and touch whenever she flagged, a reminder that she would never be alone. 

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Author's note: I'd like to thank Nirvanadragones for a lovely edit and Misty_Morning, Fallenfromgrace and a person who will remain unnamed for letting me pick their brains for random details while writing this story.

To the readers: I hope you liked the story. Votes, comments and feedback are always appreciated. I like hearing from you so please do write. Every email with a return address will receive a reply. :) 



Her Lips



Disclaimer -- This is a work of fiction, no way is this intended to be reality.

This is my first story, written as an experiment to see if I can write Erotic fiction or need a proofreader. So thanks for reading!

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Her lips...

Camera's flashed repeatedly in her eyes, which she returned with the same blank smile, all teeth. Jessica Alba turned her head slightly, allowing the dogs to the left a better view for next week's glossy magazines. Having filled up her allotted red carpet timeslot, Jessica continued along like all the other sheep. Leaving the frenzied photographers to check their cameras, she wondered whether the renewed interest was because of her upcoming slate of movies or from the series of suggestive images she partook in for GQ. Either way, it was attention and as the studios said, attention is good. For them. 

Having taken one last look down the small flight of stairs, Jessica couldn't help but notice a couple stealing all the attention. Brad Pitt smiled broadly with what looked like an Egyptian Goddess on his arm. Jessica watched with a smirk at the grace Angelina Jolie had in her beautiful black dress that not only covered her ample bosom, but also made Jessica's backless number look positively smutty. She knew how to work the red carpet having had years more experience than the other brunette watching from afar. Realising she'd been standing in the same spot for a few minutes now, Jessica entered the auditorium for the award ceremony.

 ---

Many people passed her by, occasionally stopping to say "Hello" or just look. Jessica took another sip of her drink then relaxed in the soft seat, giving her the chance to survey the relatively compact club. The award ceremony was predictably uninteresting; Jessica spent the majority of it wondering why she couldn't get a fellow actress out of her head...

"Is this seat taken?" Expecting some annoying drunk socialite, Jessica replied with a nod, not even turning to see who asked the question. "Well that's a shame."

The voice seemed more familiar saying those words than the previous four, causing Jessica to rotate her head immediately. 

"Angelina!" Jessica beamed as she lifted off her seat slightly to kiss Angelina Jolie on her cheek. The older woman smelt beautiful, more of fruit than the typical overpowering fragrances most celebrities wear. Up close, Angelina's hair seemed much lighter than before, complimenting her new silver attire. She was also alone. "Where's Brad?"

"He's gone to a friend's birthday party or a stag night... Something he'll probably regret having attended later." Jessica found herself captivated by the guest sitting down in the chair across the table and it took her a few seconds to speak again.

"Yeah, he probably will." The younger of the two took another sip of champagne as Angelina placed her own glass on the table. The loud repetitive music was making it hard for Jessica to think of what to say, or was it the beautiful woman sat only a metre away muddling up her thoughts? "So how was Cannes?"

"It was fun. Seriously, it was." Angelina giggled slightly at Jessica's disbelieving expression. Despite the beautiful weather and food, the festival isn't always known as the most pleasant of experiences. "Been missing my family, but hey, that's why I'm going on a break."

Jessica had read about this, Angelina's announcement that she was taking a year off being quite big news. Jessica always wondered how she had managed to juggle a career and an ever-growing family, but now it seemed to have taken its toll. The music changed to a slower tune, giving them a better chance of hearing each other, even if Jessica had nothing of use to say. Thinking on her feet, she quickly came up with another question.

"So where are you staying?" Angelina took longer to answer the query than expected by either woman. "You have somewhere to stay, right?"

"Not really." Laughing to herself, Angelina was completely unaware of the way her drinking partner was seeing her. Jessica wasn't actually too sure herself. "Is there any chance you can give me the address to your hotel, as I'll probably be taking off at some point soon."

Having been wanting to leave the club for quite a while now, this was the perfect chance for Jessica.

"No need, I'll take you there myself." She said whilst grabbing her coat and handbag. Surprised by the younger woman's sudden decision to accompany her, Angelina only managed to muster a wide grin which Jessica took as a sign of consent. Leaving their drinks behind, the two navigated away from the seating area and through the many sweaty, gyrating bodies on the dance floor.

 --- 

Breaking out into welcome fresh air, the pair headed straight for a waiting taxi. The vehicle was stationed perfectly so celebrities without transport didn't have to wait on the sidewalk among any lurking paparazzi. They both leaped in the back, managing to avoid any flashes of light associated with overzealous photographers. With the destination told to the driver, the two beautiful females sat in near silence for a moment, the sound of the engine the only noise. 

"Are you feeling okay Jessica?" The elder of the two had noticed something wrong with the way her friend had been acting since she arrived. Angelina also noticed how it had suddenly got worse since she asked the question, Jessica now breathed heavier and fidgeted with a buckle on her handbag. 

"Well we've been friends for a while now..." Jessica looked for the words, but it was like grabbing at smoke. Staring at the back of the driver's seat, she knew Angelina was looking straight at her, hopelessly complicating her task even more. "And..."

"That'll be $20." The nonchalant taxi driver asked, seemingly unaware he had two of the most famous women in the world in the back of his car. Jessica exhaled thankfully at the distraction as she got out of the cab, Angelina having mentioned earlier she'd pay the fair. 

"This isn't over." She announced ominously to Jessica as they ascended the steps of the hotel. Once inside, the pairing drew their fair share of stares from those sat in the lobby. Angelina ignored them completely as she glided up to the front desk to order a room, Jessica tagging along behind. The transaction was relatively quick and due to the short notice of her request; Angelina was on the floor below Jessica, in an average room. They then made their way to the elevators, both still looking as immaculate as they had at the start of the evening. 

"Well this dress is certainly earning its money's worth." Angelina joked as they entered the golden elevator, the doors sliding to a close behind them. 

"Well if you need any clothes, just come to my room, I always pack too much anyway." Jessica surprised herself once again; the last thing she wanted was another awkward silence in a confined space. "I'm in room 185."

"I'll think about it." And without another word, Angelina left the elevator, leaving the younger woman alone with her thoughts.

 ---

Having no need to go out again, Jessica replaced her rented dress with a random t-shirt and sweatpants combo. She then proceeded to do the post event routine, which involved removing make-up, putting on a face cream or two and eventually cleaning her teeth. Jessica was half way through the final task when there was a soft knock on the door. Quickly spitting out the mint flavoured mixture, she slammed the wet toothbrush into a shower bag and rushed for the door. 

Angelina leaned on the yellow-painted wall in the corridor, still wearing the insanely overpriced dress as if it was the most casual attire imaginable. Jessica tried hard to stop her jaw from dropping, instead making space for Angelina to enter the room.

"Thanks." The sudden arrival surveyed the suite, which was at least three times the size of her own. Angelina then settled on a garish red couch and looked up at the seemingly speechless hostess. "You're lucky; my room doesn't have a double bed, or a bedroom for that matter. Oh Jess, you've got something... I believe it's toothpaste on your cheek." 

Embarrassment taking over shock, Jessica automatically wiped wildly at her face. Out of nowhere the vision of Angelina licking the toothpaste off her cheek appeared and vanished as quickly as it arrived. Not allowing the random thought to disrupt her too much, Jessica quickly started speaking again.

"Did I get it?" Angelina answered with a nod, silently surveying Jessica with a mildly puzzled look on her face. "Good. Would you like a drink Miss Jolie, or would you prefer a change of clothing first?" 

Her mock confidence seemingly fooling Angelina, she pointed in both the direction of the drinks cabinet and her suitcase by the bedroom door. 

"Can I get out of this first if it isn't too much trouble?" As soon as she said it, the thought of the silver dress falling gently down Angelina's naked body entered Jessica's mind. Once again not trying to show any reaction to the erotic images circling inside her head, Jessica jogged over to her case and carried it from the bedroom to her awaiting friend. 

"Who knew you were so messy?" Angelina wondered upon opening the suitcase to find a variety of clothes stuffed untidily together. All Jessica could muster was a smile at her words, which Angelina didn't see as she rummaged through crumpled clothing. "I'll need to borrow some panties as well, if that's fine with you."

Jessica gulped as she watched with an awed expression, Angelina currently inspecting one of her many undergarments. The way Jessica was acting would have been amusing to her if she wasn't so worried about the feelings towards Angelina. 

"It's fine." She managed, noticing Angelina had settled on a loose pair of jeans and a long sleeved shirt which she laid out on the couch. "Take two if you want."

This caused Angelina to laugh manically for a few seconds, causing her nervous counterpart to jump slightly. 

"We'll tackle that hurdle when we reach it," She proposed whilst taking off her sparkling high heeled shoes, "now will you sit down and unzip me?"

Jessica released an inaudible noise, not sure whether Angelina had detected her feelings. Aware that she was steadily beginning to sweat, Jessica nevertheless slowly made her way to the couch. 

"Now will you tell me what's wrong?" Angelina asked once her friend was sat comfortably by her side. Placing her right hand on Angelina's shoulder, Jessica firmly grabbed the tiny zip on the top of the dress with her left. If there was a time to tell her it would be now, Angelina facing the other way, her scent engulfing Jessica. She then slowly began to pull the zip down.

"Ever since I saw you at the beginning of tonight, my mind has been racing with feelings I can't comprehend." The zip slid past Angelina's bra-strap. "So slowly, the more I see you, the more these thoughts and urges have increased. I don't know if it's worse that these seem purely erotic and sex based, but that's why I haven't said anything. I've never felt like this about a woman before..."

The zip reached the bottom of the dress, at Angelina's lower back, the only things stopping it from falling off being her shoulders. Jessica let go and awaited a reaction, but her friend didn't turn.

"So what did you expect? Did you think I'd have sex with you?" Angelina asked, an almost vicious tone to her voice. 

"No!" Jessica began, reaching out again, only to have the other woman shift her body slightly as a sign of refusal. 

"I have a family. I have Brad. The magazine produced wild girl was a long time ago." She turned slightly, hoping the dress wouldn't slip off her shoulders. "Now please zip me back up."

Jessica found her eyes filling up; the last thing she wanted was her friendship with Angelina to end. One solitary tear slid down her cheek and into Jessica's mouth as she made no such attempt at complying with the order. 

"I think I love you." 

"No you don't." Angelina responded almost immediately. 

"I do. I love your eyes, the way you laugh, the way you treat everyone equally... But most of all I love your smile and I love your lips." Desperate yet relieved, Jessica was amazed she was saying such things. And it was true, she wanted Angelina. She wanted to caress every part of her and have her completely. Jessica wiped away any future tears and leaned forwards, gently placing a kiss on the back of Angelina's neck. She'd decided to be bold for the first time in her life by admitting how she felt, and now she was taking the next step -- acting upon it. Angelina felt her friend's moist lips on her skin and for once, she didn't know what to do. She had a partner; the days of having sex with anyone of any gender were over. But there was something about the way Jessica brushed her hands across Angelina's sides that made her want to forget everything and escape from reality. Something about the way Jessica's breath tenderly caressed her own bare skin.

"Don't..." She whispered desperately to the woman undoing her bra, knowing that she didn't have the stupidity to stop it herself. Jessica slowly moved her hands into Angelina's dress, every second praying the other woman would let her continue. Jessica then carefully located her polyester covered breasts, which were enormous in size thanks to Angelina's pregnancy the year before.

Angelina rolled her head back, eyes closed and elicited the smallest of moans, unaware of the confidence this gave her assailant. It was getting harder to care about Brad, her reputation and even her children as Jessica slowly began to squeeze her ample bosom. 

Taking time out from judging Angelina's every reaction to her touch, she returned to kissing any available patch of skin, silently begging the object of her affection to moan again. Her hands squeezed in between two layers of fabric, Jessica allowed the bra to yield to gravity and realised there was no going back. Hours ago, she'd never thought about doing anything Sapphic before, but currently all she wanted to do was make Angelina scream with passion. 

"Wait." Angelina announced suddenly, causing Jessica to snap out of her trancelike routine and automatically remove her hands from inside the dress. This was it, she thought, the dream was over... but Angelina had other ideas. Having succumbed to Jessica's inexperienced seduction, she rose divinely from the couch, shedding the silver garment like a skin.

Topless, Angelina gained immense pleasure from watching Jessica survey her magnificent breasts with the same astonished look she'd been giving all evening. She knew the effect her beautifully sculptured form had on almost everyone, and it never looked better in some skimpy, black, silk-woven panties. It was Angelina's turn to make a move, so she gently pushed Jessica over the arm of the couch and climbed onto her. 

Jessica almost burst with excitement at the proximity of Angelina who was more or less riding her. It was then the aggressor did what both had been longing to do as she leaned forward and passionately locked their mouths in an embrace. The kiss seemed to last for hours, varying from heated tongue battling to tender lip biting as both experienced the feature of the other they appreciated so dearly. The two most beautiful sets of lips in the world connecting two people in a way neither knew possible.

Both women used their hands to explore each other throughout the kisses entirety, Angelina using this time to yank Jessica's shirt off of her. Pleasantly surprised to find her own sweat-doused breasts out in the open, she pulled the two even closer so bare skin could touch bare skin. It was around this time the passion of the two slowly became visible. Angelina's nipples grew impossibly hard and long as they were pinched and pulled by Jessica whose own were rapidly stiffening. 

The two women kissed and stroked each other's supple bodies, all too aware of the moisture mingling with sweat that seeped through the fabric of lingerie and sweatpants. Angelina, against her better judgement, put a halt to the proceedings having deemed the tacky couch not the finest place to move on to the next step. 

"Don't stop!" Jessica yelled as Angelina pulled away from her. Though she felt exhausted and breathed heavily, she definitely didn't want this to end or for Angelina to move away from Jessica's crotch, which was positively screaming for attention. 

"Follow me." Angelina casually ordered as she backed into the bedroom, beckoning Jessica with her finger. Hearts racing, both pairs of eyes locked on each other, the two women resumed the kiss and fell onto the mammoth bed. Realising from this point on that she was relatively inexperienced, with animal lust only taking her so far, Jessica broke the kiss and crawled over to the pillows. Propping herself up, she laid back and offered herself to Angelina.

"Please, give me everything you've got." Jessica veiled begging by using a seductive tone, her breasts gently rising and falling as she breathed. Angelina approached like a predator, crawling between the prey's legs and taking a final look before devouring her. Jessica grabbed hold of the bed frame as her remaining garment was aggressively pulled down her legs and cast aside. 

Angelina surveyed the treat in front of her, perfectly shaved, swollen and soaking. All it needed was a bow. She glided her tongue along Jessica's thigh, then slid her whole body past until the two were once again face to face, pussy to pussy. Slowly shifting her body, Angelina watched the effect her patterned panties were having on her friend when rubbed against her sex. Moans increased and Jessica gripped the frame tighter, her head tilted back with eyes locked shut. 

Angelina never moved her gaze away from Jessica's face. Eyes were fixed even when she moved down to suckling Jessica's left breast, the other already being handled. Having one hand free, Angelina traced a line down her waist until she reached the clit. A buck from Jessica signified she reached her destination, so Angelina gently began to rub her hand up and down the wet pussy, whilst continuing the breast attention.

Despite the passionate cries and fevered movement, Angelina could tell when a person was near peaking and the woman under her spell needed a bit more to go over the edge. Following the line she made earlier with her tongue, Angelina licked down Jessica until she reached the source of so much heat. 

"Oh God! Please, please..." Despite not being able to say it, Angelina did what Jessica wanted by beginning to nibble on her clit. This caused her to buck wildly, meaning Angelina had to release the grip on Jessica's breast in order to continue, instead placing the hand on her waist in an attempt to keep her on the bed. 

Jessica quickly substituted Angelina's touch with her own, pulling and squeezing both her nipples to further increase the pleasure. Eyes still on her friend's face, Angelina continued to bite and fiddle with Jessica's clit, her lips occasionally engulfing it. 

"Stop!" Jessica managed to call, causing the pleasure she was receiving to cease. Angelina released her mouthful and looked up at the sweating beauty she was trying so hard to please. Not sure how to word it, or whether Angelina would just laugh, Jessica made an attempt anyway. "I can take more."

Almost understanding what she meant on a higher level, Angelina slowly inserted her index finger inside of Jessica. The woman being entered closed her eyes once again, signalling for it to continue as Angelina's knuckles reached Jessica's pussy, one finger completely inside. She then returned to sucking her clit as the finger was pulled out again, and pushed back in with increasing rapidity. 

Playing with her own breasts, Jessica sensed an orgasm steadily growing, it's arrival quickened by a second finger inserted into her pussy. Angelina had to use her whole forearm to keep Jessica from lifting completely off the bed, her two fingers still pumping in and out. Managing one final look at Angelina sucking on her clit before closing her eyes, Jessica smiled at how primitive it was, two women using only their bodies to satisfy each other. 




Her Lips



The orgasm was sudden and violent; Jessica's pussy gripped Angelina's fingers as her whole body tensed and lifted off the bed. She remained shaking, her ass in the air and an expression of absolute ecstasy on her face, as Angelina was flooded with an unexpected torrent of Jessica's cum. While she fell back to earth, soaking the bed with her own juices, Jessica was unaware of the pleasure Angelina was getting from tasting her. She crawled up beside the breathless Jessica and gave her a slow, heartfelt kiss, allowing her to taste the fluid which had just escaped.

"I won't be able to repay you for a while." Jessica smiled at Angelina, as they both stared deep into each other's souls. Laughing, Angelina moved her friend's hair from out of her eyes.

"You take as long as you like." The woman who had just given Jessica Alba her only orgasm watched her eyes slowly close.

"Don't get dressed." Jessica managed before giving into the sleep the sudden release, comfortable bed and gentle caress of Angelina so encouraged. Following her friend's orders, she remained at Jessica's side, one piece of clothing short from being as naked as her.

 ---

Angelina was slowly awoken by the glint of the morning sun and the sound of running water. With each second she became more aware of her situation. The covers had been pulled over her, sealing Angelina in a soft cocoon and Jessica was nowhere in sight. The memories of the previous night were replaced with the thoughts and responsibilities of her life. She needed to get dressed, she needed to get to her hotel room and she needed to phone Brad. Lazily removing herself from the comfort of the bed, Angelina discovered the time was 6:15, or so the clock on the wall told her. 

"Jessica?" Angelina knew her friend was currently showering, but she wanted to be sure that she couldn't be heard. Slowly making her way into the lounge, with panties still the only garment on her person, Angelina located the rest of her clothes. Laid out on the couch, untouched, were her bra, dress and the attire she had selected from Jessica's suitcase. Angelina cursed under her breath; she wouldn't be able to abandon her friend whilst wearing Jessica's own outfit. 

"You're not going anywhere are you?" Jessica asked, emerging from the bathroom completely naked and soaking wet. The steam from the shower followed her tanned body into the room giving Jessica quite an entrance. Though she tried to resist, Angelina couldn't help but look at the moisture on her substantial, brown nipples and the drips of water sliding down her toned stomach and past her groin. Managing to turn away, Angelina gathered the clothes together. 

"Thanks again for these, I'll just put them on and get out of your hair." Jessica couldn't believe what she was hearing. After all the pleasure Angelina had given her, she was leaving? "I need to phone Brad."

"You need to stay here. I have to repay you." As soon as Jessica spoke, Angelina knew she wouldn't be able to leave. Dropping the bundle of fabric in her arms, Angelina turned to face Jessica, who was poised and ready to pounce.

"Wreck me." Those two words were better than any aphrodisiac for Jessica, who bounded over to Angelina and heatedly began sucking on her ever expanding nipples. Running her hands through Jessica's hair, Angelina had trouble standing, her crotch already dampening. Deeming this enough foreplay, Jessica returned to connecting lips with Angelina whilst steadily pulling down her black panties. 

Lost in the mint taste of the kiss (Jessica having cleaned her teeth whilst she was asleep) Angelina only became aware of her new, naked state once her friend stepped back to survey what had been let loose. Angelina kicked her panties away as Jessica gawked at her massively enlarged clit and pussy lips. A sexual craze descending upon her again, Jessica knocked the other woman to the floor and frantically kissed and licked any part of Angelina's skin she could find.

As the two writhed together on the hotel carpet, Jessica steadily touched lower and lower down Angelina's body until she reached the area that made her squirm with pleasure. Parting the cum-soaked lips with her fingers, Jessica quickly noted the difference between her own relatively tight pussy and Angelina's spacious hole. Jessica copied everything that had been done to her earlier. She licked and played Angelina's clit, occasionally delivering a gentle nibble, at the same time inserting three fingers deep into her pussy. Two wouldn't be enough to satisfy this woman. 

There were quite a few noticeable differences in the way both women acted whilst being pleasured. Whereas Jessica bucked wildly with her eyes and mouth tightly closed, Angelina remained almost still and watched exactly what was being done to her. You wouldn't have known if she was enjoying it at all, if she wasn't so incredibly vocal.

"Oh fuck! Shit, Jessica... More and harder! Fucking harder!" Worried Angelina's screams would arouse the other hotel occupant's suspicions, Jessica thrusted her fingers in and out faster, but with trepidation. Angelina propped herself up with her arms so she could get a better view of what Jessica was doing, and laughed aloud. "A fist! Make your hand into a fist!" 

Pulling her cum covered fingers free, Jessica made a fist, watching Angelina's every reaction before proceeding. As her fist slowly made its way into the pussy before her, Jessica wondered if Angelina's hole was made for her use, the hand a tight but perfect fit. Jessica gasped; in no time the length from her knuckles to her elbow was buried inside Angelina, who in turn was swearing like a tourettes patient. She then returned to the rhythmic pumping, wet skin rubbing up and down Angelina's spongy tunnel whilst continuing to orally play with her clit. 

"Faster!" Jessica followed orders and increased her speed. Angelina herself was pushed back and forth with the thrusts, her breasts bouncing furiously with the rhythm. As it got easier for Jessica to pull her arm out and slam it back inside the gaping pussy again, the noise Angelina made increased tenfold. 

Having breathed in the entire roomful of oxygen, Angelina shook fiercely and gripped Jessica's arm between her thighs. Angelina's hips jerked upward and her mouth opened in a silent orgasm that steadily gained a voice as she sprayed cum out of the gaps between skin. As the torrent of moisture subsided, Angelina began to release her grip on Jessica, yet continued to slide up and down her aching arm. 

"Did I forget to tell you I'm a squirter?" She jokingly questioned as Jessica removed her arm, astonished at the event which had just occurred. Still shaking from the terrific orgasm, Angelina managed to kiss the awestruck and cum-drenched splendour between her legs. The two fell back onto the luxurious carpet, legs and arms intertwined, both breathless and exhausted once again. Angelina began to lightly stroke Jessica's pussy, not to make her cum, just as a sign of appreciation and growing affection.

"Don't you need to phone Brad?" Jessica managed to say after several minutes of bliss-filled silence. "And what am I going to do about the state we've left the room?" 

Angelina rolled onto Jessica and sat on top of her, half-heartedly judging the hotel room and large damp patch around them. Placing both hands on Jessica's breasts, Angelina gently began to rotate her hips, grinding their pussies together.

"You know what?" Angelina pondered as she edged her face closer to Jessica's, taking time to breath in her beautiful eyes, hair, skin, lips... "For once in my life I just don't care."

Angelina completed the beautiful night with a lingering, tender kiss neither wanted to break. As moving away from each other meant returning to reality, and both Angelina and Jessica never felt like doing that again.



Her Lips Were Not Sealed



“Darling, when are you coming home tonight?”

“I’m not sure, love. I have a few things to finish off at work today. Hopefully it shouldn’t be later than 9pm.”

“Well, I’m just wondering because... the kids are with my mom for the weekend, and I was hoping we’d get some time together. Alone.”

David smiled at his wife of five years. “I’d love that. I promise to work my ass off, and get back as soon as possible.”

“Good,” Heather gave her husband a content smile. “I’ll expect you around 9pm then.”

“I’ll definitely try, but give it an hour either way, ok?”

“Nope. If I say I expect you at nine, then I mean nine. Or I’ll just start by myself...” Heather grinned. 

“Now, we couldn’t have that now, could we?” her husband teased. “On the other hand... that may not be such a bad idea. I love it when I get home, and find you all hot and bothered.”

Heather leaned towards David and huskily whispered into his ear. “Mmm, and there’s nothing like a nice self-pleasuring session before my man comes home. I’ll be nice and wet for you...”

“Hey, keep that talk up, and I’ll have to have a session of my own when I get to the office...” 

Heather murmured and gave David a quick kiss. “Now go! Leave! Get that nice ass of yours out of there, before I make you even later.” She waved goodbye to him from the porch. David got into the gray BMW company car, and blew a kiss to his beautiful wife while backing down the driveway. 

#

At the office David threw himself into work. There was a lot of paper work to be done, and no matter how much he wished he didn’t have to, he got right down to it. The faster he could finish things up, the faster he could leave the office tonight. Correction. The faster he could get home to Heather, the faster he could fuck her brains out. It had been quite some time since they last had the house all to themselves. 

They had met seven years ago, at an ice cream parlor of all places, and he had fallen head over heels for her. Unfortunately Heather hadn’t fallen equally fast for him, but he had persevered. It had taken him a few months of nagging, but finally she had agreed to a date. Since that date, there had been many others, and she had come to love him as much as he loved her. David smiled to himself at the memories.

Their love life had been passionate from the very beginning. His past consisted of three girlfriends during his University time. Then, of course, there had been the occasional one-night stands and flings, but David preferred long term relationships. There was just something about a real relationship that a casual one could never match. David believed it lay in the fact that with a proper girlfriend, there was a lot more ease. He felt safe and relaxed with someone he loved. This also contributed to a very satisfying sex life. Having a steady partner, not only meant you didn’t need to impress a new girl at every gathering; it also meant you had a chance to learn each other’s bodies thoroughly. 

From what he knew, Heather had pretty much the same background as him, when it came to partners. There had been a crushed heart in the past, but who hadn’t had that happen? She had been the typical next-door girl, cute and sweet. Got along with both guys and girls, but seemed to have a bit of a tomboyish streak to her. Very Joey Potter, from that Dawson’s Creek program their daughter kept watching. 

When they first had sex, it had been like the stuff from romance novels. Tender, loving and giving. With time their lovemaking had change. The tenderness and love was still there, but it had also gotten raunchier. Their first year together was spent discovering each other’s bodies, and what made the other one tick. Turns out what made Heather tick was a hell lot of things. For being the girl next door, she was surprisingly wanton. She had been eager to try new things, and seemed to derive most of her pleasure from satisfying him. Thankfully David loved to reciprocate. 

They had tried sex in public places (nothing like a bit of oral at the theater), phone sex, role playing, anal, bondage, and were proud members of the mile high club. When their daughter Linsi was born, there was a natural slump in their sex life, but to David’s joy, Heather had regained her sexual appetite fairly fast. When their son Peter was born, the same happened, but this time it had taken Heather a bit longer to get back on track. Still, they had maintained the passion in their marriage, and were now back to normal. Well, as normal as it gets with two children running around. 

#

The clock was ticking and showed 8pm. David was almost done with his work, and decided to give Heather a call.

“Hello?” He loved that alto voice of hers. It was dark and melodic, with a hint of natural huskiness to it. She had the perfect phone sex voice. 

“Have I come to the sexiest woman on this planet?” he asked in a seductive voice.

“I don’t know, it depends,” the voice replied sweetly.

“Depends on what?”

“Depends on who’s calling.”

“The man with the sexiest wife on this planet.”

“Oh, then he must be a lucky man.” He could hear the smile in her voice.

“He sure is. And he’s getting utterly excited about coming home tonight.”

“Oh, how come?”

“Because his gorgeous wife is waiting for him.”

“Sounds wonderful. Is it a special night for them?”

“It sure is. They’ll be home alone for the first time in months.”

“Oooh, sounds intriguing. Tell me more.”

“Well, the sexy wife has promised her wonderful husband a weekend of debauchery. And, being that husband, I can tell you he’s awfully excited about it.”

“Mmm, how excited?”

“Very excited.” David leaned back in his leather chair, and began twirling the phone cord around his fingers. 

“And what about the wife? Is she excited?”

“Very. So much she started without the husband.” David sat up straighter in his chair. 

“Oh, she did, did she?” He grinned at the thought of Heather lying spread on the bed, touching herself. 

“Oh yes, she did,“ Heather said in a throaty voice. “Having the house to oneself, and awaiting a night of steaming sex is a perfect incentive for some self loving...” 

“I hope this doesn’t mean you’re all done for the night?” David teased.

“Gosh no, I’m just getting started!” They both chuckled. 

“Good,” David said smiling. “Wouldn’t want to come home to an already spent wife. I’d like to get at least some credit for part of your satisfaction.”

“Honey, you’ll get all the credit. Who do you think I was thinking about, while playing with myself?”

“I dunno. Brad Pitt?”

“He’s got nothing on you dear.”

“Johnny Depp then?”

“Nah, I got over him at 15.”

“That blond bloke from Lord of the Rings then? Orlando Bloom or whatever his name was.”

“Oh, he’s hot. I’ll remember to use him for my next fantasy.” David couldn’t help laughing. 

“So, you were thinking of me? What were you thinking?”

Heather’s voice turned sultry. “How wonderful it’ll be when you rip my clothes off, and let that magic tongue of yours sink into my inner folds, opening me up and feel my juices trickle down your throat.” 

David could feel his boxers becoming too tight for his steadily growing manhood. He coughed.

“Eh, I believe my work here is done for tonight. I’ll be home in half an hour.” He could hear his wife’s bubbly laughter. 

“I won’t go anywhere,” Heather assured David. “Just drive safely, doubt the police would consider horniness a valid reason for speeding.” 

“See you in a few, babe.”

“Can’t wait.” And with that, both put down their receiver.

#

The traffic was not too bad, and David happily figured he’d get home faster than expected. He couldn’t wait to get home and take Heather in his arms. Most of the day he had tried to push away thoughts about ravishing her body, in order to concentrate on his work, but now he could finally let his imagination run wild. That phone call had certainly got him buzzing, and he could still feel his semi-hard dick straining slightly against his cotton boxers. She was waiting for him. She wanted him to devour her; trail his tongue down her body before reaching her nether regions. David knew Heather loved when he performed oral sex on her. She had once told him it was so good she could live on that alone. 

Heather gave herself a quick glance in the mirror. Her auburn curls tumbled down her shoulders, gently framing her face. Dressed in a white flowing silk bathrobe, which accentuated her sensuous curves, she was more than ready for the weekend to start. She couldn’t wait until David came home. Masturbating alone had been wonderful, but nothing could compare to her husband’s tongue. She loved how David eagerly lapped up her juices. There was also something about the way she could see the wetness on his face, when looking up, that got her horny as hell. 

It had been a while since David and her had the opportunity to have a long oral session. Before the children came into the picture, they would have a long session at least once every week. It usually took Heather a while to cum, she needed the buildup, but when it finally happened it felt great. Usually she would have a few smaller to medium sized orgasms, but if given enough stimulation and time, she would finally have a really intense one. Heather felt today was the perfect night for such an orgasm. In fact, Heather thought tonight called for something special. She picked up the phone receiver again, and dialed a number. One signal went through, then another one. Finally the call was picked up on the third signal.

“Darling, I know you’re horny, and I’m really close by. Should be there in ten minutes,” she heard David’s voice say. 

“David...”

“Yes, babe, what is it? I’m passing the gas station right now, will be home in a jiffy.”

“Did I ever tell you I’m a squirter?” The line went silent for a few seconds.

“You’re a what?” she heard David’s slightly confused voice.

“I’m a squirter. That means, when I cum really hard, I squirt. Believe the term is female ejaculation. It‘s like my whole body explodes, and then I feel it. Sometimes it‘s not squirting, but more of a flow.” The line went silent again. Then David’s voice came out slightly hoarse.

“Firkin ’ell woman, are you trying to kill me? I’m in the middle of driving, and you’re telling me you ejaculate! How come I haven‘t noticed? We‘ve been married for five years!”

“Well,” Heather said hesitantly. “I have only been able to do it on my own before, but as I want tonight to be special, I would like us to try and make it happen. What do you say, darling?” She could hear the distinct sound of a car coming up the driveway.

“I’d say...” Suddenly the front door flew open, and there was David. The usually combed hair looked tousled, as if he had been running his hand through it. The tie hung loosely around his neck, and the first three buttons on the white shirt were unbuttoned. Heather could see his chest heaving underneath the shirt. 

“I’d say, let’s get it on,” and with that David took his wife into his arms, and kissed her passionately. 

“Mmpfff....mmmm....” came a low murmuring sound from Heather, while she felt her husband’s hot lips on hers. 

#

Their kisses were feverish, and their hands sought each other’s flesh. Quickly Heather unbuttoned the rest of the shirt buttons, and threw the shirt over the nearest chair. David pressed himself against her warm body. He could feel her soft breasts pushing against his chest. The silk made the touch seem cold, and a shiver went down his spine. He wanted her so badly. 

While kissing her, he traced the outline of her breasts. They were nicely shaped and full. He loved the feeling of their weight, when cupping his hand around each of them. 

Heather let out a sigh, when feeling David’s finger trace her stiff nipple through the silk fabric. Her lips parted, and she let out a deeper sigh, when feeling him rubbing her nipples. Suddenly she could feel his tongue gently playing along her lips. Before she knew it, David’s tongue sneaked into her mouth, and she could feel herself caving into the kiss. Their tongues teasingly played with each other, while Heather’s nipples were getting stiffer by the minute. She could feel her breast muscles tightening up, making the breasts firmer due to the arousal.

“I want to make you cum,” David gasped hoarsely. “I want to make you come hard, and I want to make you ejaculate.”

“Then do it,” Heather replied in-between gasps. By now they were in the living room, and the bedroom was upstairs. 

“Screw the bedroom,” David said, and steered his wife towards the sofa. He promptly lay her down on the sofa, with her legs hanging down along the side. Quickly he ripped open the robe, exposing the cream colored complexions of her skin. Naked as she was, with her loosened hair falling to her waist, luminous, glowing with energy, she might have been an angel and devil in one woman. At that image David felt the same burning passion as their first time together. 

She had pink nipples with very small aureoles. David couldn't keep his lips and tongue off her beautiful tits. Leaning in, he licked them until Heather was squirming with delight from the sensations in her breasts. As David clamped his warm mouth over her right breast, Heather felt a bolt of pleasure flow through her. David’s tongue flicked against her nipple, back and forth, and he loved the stiffness of her nipple against his tongue. The front of her full breast began to shine where he had licked it. 

Meanwhile Heather could feel herself getting more and more aroused, the heat building up from within, and a light red blush spreading over her chest. Looking up at him, Heather could see the desire burning in David’s eyes. His eyes feasted on her naked body, and he let the tip of his tongue wet his lips. In one swift hand movement, he parted her legs and exposed her clean-shaven pussy. The outer lips looked puffy and inviting. 

“You shaved.”

“So I can feel that warm tongue of yours better.”

“I must be the luckiest man alive!” David gave Heather a loving smile, before diving down into her pink folds. 

“Oh god!” Heather squealed with joy, when finally feeling her husband’s lips on her sex. 

#

David’s fingers moved under Heather’s ass, and kneaded her curvaceous bottom roughly. He loved that she had some meat on her. David was a firm believer that a woman should have hips, thighs and a shapely ass. After all, he needed something to grab. 

As his lips gently kissed Heather’s pussy lips, he could feel her squirm. David decided to spend some time blowing and kissing the lips. He could feel the softness of her mound now that the public hair was gone. It was a highly arousing feeling. The skin was smooth, and David couldn’t help touching it with his hand. So smooth. Almost like a baby’s bottom. It did have a bit of a light pinkish color due to the razor, but David found it cute. It was as if her pussy was blushing from the unusual exposure. 

As Heather seemed to get more and more impatient, David let his tongue very lightly start to play with her slit. He let the pressure increase, but very slowly. Bit by bit, his tongue eased its way inside her. Heather could feel it by her entrance, tormenting her. She could feel it slowly ease into her, tickling her walls. And then David started to lick. 

“Yes, lick me!” Heather urged him. 

Her pussy responded to David’s furious licking by producing slick lubricant, adding to her previous wetness. David could smell her womanly scent. It was mingled with a hint of her lavender soap, but did not disguise her natural scent. David inhaled it all. It was intoxicating him, and all other thoughts seemed to go out the window. The only thing he could think of was satisfying his wife, and he aimed to do his job well. Very well.

While Heather was bucking her hips against David’s face in attempts to get more of his tongue, he brought the tip of his index finger to her pouting pussy lips. When sliding it inside her, he could feel her slick juices sticking to his finger. Cream had started dripping out of her tight pussy, and down along her crack, forming a wet spot on the seat. 

Heather was moaning and groaning. “Oh baby, keep licking! Don’t stop, I want you to lick me thoroughly!”

David looked up from his pussy licking and smiled at his wife. “Don’t worry babe, I’ll be very thorough!” He then drove his tongue as deep inside her as he could. Using broad licks he swept up and down her soaking pussy. All while his wife made every effort to grind into his face, attempting to get more contact. 

David’s attack on her clit, with the tip of his tongue, made Heather gasp out loud. She was going crazy and only wanted David to continue licking her. The day’s conversations had made her horny as hell, and when finally feeling David eating her out, she could hardly contain herself. She needed to cum, and she needed it badly. 

“David,” she moaned. “I think I’m gonna cum.” At this David began to lick faster, mainly concentrating on her clit. Heather’s breath became laboured, and David knew she was close. Her stomach was hard and she couldn't keep her ass on the bed. He was doing his best just to hang on while she bucked against his face with her groin. 

“I’m cumming!” Heather was no longer in control of her legs as they moved in jerky spasms. She made loud primal noises through gritted teeth, while arching her back. David was licking up and down her gash, slipping his tongue into her, and doing everything to hold onto her bucking legs. 

#

“Mmm, that was nice,” Heather smiled content. She looked at her husband who was still glued to her twitching pussy. “You’re so good at this, darling.”

“We’re not done yet,” David’s muffled voice came between her legs. Heather could feel him blowing on her pussy again. It felt wonderfully nice and cool on her hot sex. But David did not stop his oral administrations. Instead he continued to flick his tongue against her swollen clit, which sent waves of sensations rippling through her body. The longer he kept flicking his tongue against her, by now very sensitive clit, the quicker her body seemed to catch up. Though she had just climaxed, Heather could feel her body preparing for another build-up. 

“Spread your lips for me,” David begged her. “I want to see you.”

Heather spread her folds, exposing her wet pussy. The inner folds were a dark shade of pink and glistening with her juices. Her clit was partly exposed from underneath its hood, and more cream was seeping out around David’s finger from her opening. 

“Touch yourself.”

“Like this?” Heather dipped two fingers in her juices, lubricating them before starting to rub her clit. 

“Yes,” David replied hoarsely. “Like that. Rub yourself and cum for me again.” His cock was throbbing in his pants, and begging for release. With his left hand he unzipped the trousers, and pulled them down together with his boxers. Finally his dick was free of its confinements, and it seemed to celebrate its new won freedom by getting even harder when David’s hand grasped the shaft. 

While Heather continued to rub her clit, David inserted a second finger into her. She could feel her vagina opening up to welcome the new finger. In a steady rhythm David worked his fingers further into her, and she let out small gasps. He started to finger fuck his wife, and his fingers were now going in and out, with the speed picking up for every cycle. While David worked his fingers in and out of Heather, she was now frantically rubbing at her clit. 

“You are so fucking sexy to watch,” David said, while moving his hand over his dick with a jerking motion. “Are you aware of how horny I get watching you touch yourself?” 

Heather did not reply. She was too busy concentrating on the sensations washing over her body. 

“Yes, continue just like that. Keep rubbing and I’ll keep fucking you with my fingers.” David added a third finger. Heather thought she was going to cum right there and then. 




Her Lips Were Not Sealed



“You are so sexy. I want you to cum for me.”

Heather was nearing her second climax, and the feeling of David’s fingers plummeting in and out of her made her quiver. She gradually rubbed her clit harder and faster. David looked at Heather who was fast approaching an orgasm. 

“Oh god! Oh god yes! She panted. David worked his fingers faster into her. Then he saw her legs starting to shake violently, and he could feel her pussy muscles clasping down on his fingers. Suddenly he could feel her tensing up. 

For a while it seemed as if time had stopped, then David quickly clamped his mouth on Heather’s throbbing clit, and started to suck. The combination of fingers pumping deep inside of her, and lips sucking on her sensitive clit, was too much for her. Heather could feel a stirring from deep within, and it travelled through her body like lightning, only to finally explode in an orgasm. She was coming hard, and she could feel a pressure, almost as when needing to empty her bladder, building in her pussy muscles. The more intense her orgasm got, the stronger the pressure felt, and finally she couldn’t keep it in any longer. She let go, and her body had free reign. 

It started as a squirt, but quickly turned into a steady stream. She was gushing all over David’s hand. As her juices flowed, Heather could feel a strong sense of release wash over her. The first flush of her orgasm started to spread across her chest. She was panting heavily, totally caught up in the sensations pulsing throughout her body. The flow was declining, and finished with a couple of more squirts. She could feel the warm liquid seeping down her crack and to her ass. 

David’s hand was sticky with Heather’s juices. He brought it to his face and inhaled. The strong musky smell of her sex was penetrating the living room. He raised himself up and leaned over his wife, offering her his hand. Heather opened her mouth and let David’s lubricated fingers grace her lips. Opening her mouth wider she let a finger glide into her mouth. She could feel the taste of her own pussy juices on his fingers. It was hard to describe what it tasted like, but she found it highly erotic to lick her own juices off her husband’s fingers. 

#

Slowly Heather came back to earth, breathless from the exertion her orgasm had created.

“Darling, I think it’s about time you had some fun too,” Heather cooed at her husband. She grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him down over her. Giggling she kissed him, and with her left hand she reached for his erection. Parting her legs for him, David positioned himself between his wife’s luscious thighs. In one swift movement she guided him. 

David wanted nothing more than to start pounding into his wife, but managed to control himself. Once at the entrance, he slowly pushed into her. Heather immediately raised her ass off the sofa to push herself onto his stiff cock, but he teased her for a moment. 

"Please, David, Heather begged. “Don't tease me." David then began fucking her with long and deliberate strokes.

"Oh yes, that's it. Fuck my pussy!” David continued his long strokes in and out. At one point he pulled out fully in order to rub his hard cock, now wet from her juices, all over her pussy. 

"Mmmm! You're so wet, baby." 

"It feels so good,” Heather said, letting out a little gasp. "Oh god, it feels good to have you rub your cock all over my pussy.”

David helped raise himself up by his arms, and was now partly standing up beside the sofa. He could see Heather’s naked body before him; legs wantonly spread, nipples still perky, and eyes looking up at him with a wicked glint in them. 

Once again positioning himself by her entrance, he watched as the wet mushroom head of his cock spread her swollen lips and slowly disappear between them again.

"Oh shit," she groaned, "don't stop now." 

This time David couldn’t control himself. As Heather bucked up against him, he rocked forward, and was all of a sudden in her to the hilt. It did not take long before David had found a good rhythm, alternating short and long strokes. At times he would pull almost all the way out, then slam back in to the balls. Doing that always elicited a loud moan from Heather. 

David reached down and grasped Heather’s legs behind the knees, and drew them up until they were pressed against his chest. For Heather, the effect was electric, as the change of angle tilted her pussy up so that his cock grazed against her g-spot. She started to whimper at the onslaught, but secretly wished him to keep it up. 

As if he had read her mind, David reached down and began caressing her clit with a finger, while continuing to forcefully slide his cock in and out of her sopping pussy. He could feel Heather’s body stirring as it began to shudder. 

“Oh fuck!” David groaned in pleasure, as he felt the initial contractions deep within her. With renewed vigour he drove into her, slamming his hips forward and jerking them back. By now the sounds of their moans and exclamations filled the room. 

With his stroking hips now a blur, David groaned, "I'm gonna cum!"

His eyes were closed in concentration, his mouth slack as the approaching orgasm took control of him. As David hit his peak he gasped aloud, but still continued fucking her with all his strength, frantically plunging his cock all the way into her quivering slit. His body stiffened, and he instinctively pushed himself as deep into her he could, transferring the full impact of his orgasm and making her part of it. Finally the sensations overcame him; he lost coordination and slowed his now random thrusts. A mixture of his and her juices was sloshing out from her still twitching snatch. 

David fell forward, his body glistening of sweat from their lovemaking. Nuzzling his head by her neck, he gently caressed Heather’s face. Hair strands fell randomly on her face, and he lovingly brushed them away from her heavy lidded eyes. Heather ran her fingers through David’s hair as she opened her eyes and kissed him softly.

"That was wonderful.” 

I hope you enjoyed the story, and as always feedback is greatly appreciated. Votes are equally appreciated, of course. When sending feedback I’d love to hear what exactly you liked, or disliked, about the story. Thanks for reading. /LP69