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Caught In Bed

By: standingstones



I was out at the mall one day shopping. I turned the corner aisle in the department store I was in. I happened to see a family friend Nick, and he was with someone who wasn't his wife. Nick and his wife Liz were friends of my wife and I. This woman who he was holding hands with and kissing was in her early thirties, from the look of things. Nick and Liz were in their mid-fifties. 

I quickly hid myself so I wouldn't be seen. I walked back down the aisle I was in and out of the store. A few weeks later my wife had me run over to Nick and Liz's house to drop off some items for a party they were going to have. Liz was alone and let me inside.

Liz was somewhat short, with short, dark hair. She was a little bit overweight, but she had big tits. Liz was standing at the kitchen sink talking to me. I am not sure what possessed me, but I placed my hand on Liz's ass. Liz asked me to remove my hand. but I didn't.

"I know about Nick and his woman," I blurted out.

Liz turned to me and her eyes got big. I figured she must have suspected her husband was stepping out on her. We were standing so close now, you could not have slipped a piece of paper between us.

Liz leaned over and kissed me on the lips. From there we sort of went crazy pulling each others clothes off.

When my underwear came off, Liz let out a gasp. She caught sight of my cock. I was blessed with a nine incher, and it was dangling between my legs.

"My God it's huge!" Liz told me. "Nick's cock isn't half that size," she said.

Liz put her arms around my neck and then I lifted her up and took her to the dining room table. From there I started to rub the length of my cock across her clit. Liz was moaning and beginning to get very wet.

"Don't tease me," she said. "Put it in."

I then place my mushroom head at her opening and pushed my hips forward. Liz was tight and it took a few minutes to get all of my cock into her. Once I did, I fed her the whole length. Liz was practically screaming for me to fuck her. I found out that she and Nick hadn't had sex in over two years. No wonder she was nearly insane to get my cock.

I rammed my shaft in and out. My balls kept pressing into her ass. 

"Fuck me like you mean it." Liz said.

I thought I had been. From there I pulled almost out of her, then slammed my meat in the whole way. I repeated this over and over. I also pushed Liz's legs into her chest. This allowed me to get much deeper now. It didn't take very long for Liz to cum. After two long years she was all stored up.

I suddenly felt a gush of wetness on my cock. Liz was cumming and I just kept pumping my hard salami into her. I felt Liz's pussy muscles clamping onto my cock. Liz was greedy for sex, that was for sure.

After Liz came, we rested on the table for a few more minutes. I left my cock inside her. Liz told me she had never felt anything like that in her life. Nick and Liz were high school sweethearts. She had been used to his lovemaking for a long time. When she finally felt my long dick in her, she went off the deep end.

I pulled out of Liz's cunt and we went back to the bedroom. I took Liz repeatedly that afternoon. I fucked her ass and then entered her pussy once more. Liz just couldn't get enough of me. In the course of our lovemaking she told me she didn't want to let me leave. She wanted me all to herself. My wife and I had been going through some rough times as of late. Fucking Liz on a regular basis seemed like a great idea to me.

Liz and I would find excuses to get together on Saturdays. Nick was normally out with his girlfriend and I told my wife I was going out on errands. One Saturday, Liz and I were in bed fucking. I was on my back and Liz was on top of me, riding my big monster. 

I reached up and was massaging her big tits. Her aerolas were enormous and her nipples were standing erect. I was bringing my ass up off the bed to pound Liz's pussy. I guess we were totally into our fucking. That's when Nick walked into the bedroom. I saw him first, but I didn't stop. 

"Hey Nick," I shouted out. "How is the young girlfriend doing?"

Nick's jaw must have dropped a few inches.

Liz also got in a few shots.

"Look at Jack's cock, Nick," she said. "Have you ever seen anything that big before?"

Nick's face got red and he turned around and walk into the living room. Liz and I continued to fuck there in the bed. Liz then began to make love noises and she told me my cock was making her crazy with lust. It wasn't too long before we heard the house door slam. Nick was now gone.

Liz said she didn't make up a thing, my cock was making her half hysterical. She loved it when we came together. I was feeding her my thick snake and she told me she couldn't bear the thought of not being able to fuck me. She was addicted. All this talk was bringin me close to the edge. I slammed my pecker into her a few more times and then I let loose.

I roared as I flooded her pussy with my love seed. Gobs and gobs of it flew deep into her belly. Liz then let go and our love juices were mingling and then dripping out of her pussy. I could feel the wetness running down onto the bedsheets.

We finished and got a shower together. A few days later, Liz told me that Nick was treating her with a new respect. Not that is mattered to Liz. She proposed that we ditch our spouses and move in together. I asked to think about it some. I also told her if I did this, I wasn't going to marry again. That was just fine with Liz. 

Here it is a year later and we have both ditched our spouses. Liz and I are together and the lovemaking is even better. No worries of anyone walking in on us now. There is more to tell of some other incidents that happened to us, but I am saving them for my next story.

Caught in Bed by My Wife's Sister



I am not a writer but I am an avid reader of erotic stories. I tried to write a few non fiction stories based on my own weird fantasies but I could never finish them. Then I read some of the stories here and it gave me the idea of writing about true "incidents" that I was involved in. I found this a little easier as I only have to describe what actually happened to me in one event at a time. The following story is completely true and I hope you enjoy reading it. Constructive criticism (good or bad) is most welcome and appreciated. 

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My wife was in hospital after just having our first baby. I stayed with her until she fell asleep and then made my way home. I was horny as usual and phoned my mistress (calling her Emily) to arrange to pick her up on the way. Emily and I had been having an affair for a few years and used any opportunity to get together for sex. 

I collected Emily and drove to my house where we immediately retired to the bedroom for a fucking session. It wasn't long before we were naked and enjoying each others bodies. 

I love panty swapping so I had Emily wear a pink cotton panties belonging to my wife. (I love fucking a woman while she is wearing another woman's panties).

All was going great for a while, we were having our usual amazing (ten times better than the wife) sex. I was on top in the missionary position. Emily was gasping and groaning underneath me; her fingers were dug into my ass plunging me deep inside her as she pleasured herself on my prick. I knew she was about to cum and I was more than ready to join her. 

Emily's body began to shudder and she soon began her usual gasping with "fuck me, I'm your whore" dirty talk. I replied calling her a slut and a bitch for fucking her friend's husband while she was wearing her friend's knickers. 

The dirty talk pushed us to the edge and brought a loud gasp of pleasure from Emily. I knew she was "on the brink" as I felt her pussy clamp onto my prick. I felt my own raw lust build up and I was ready to shoot my load. I stroked faster and then felt the wondrous sensation of my cum shooting through my throbbing prick into Emily's pussy.

Emily's orgasm was almost instantaneous. She jerked her hips towards me and began to cry out loud coming hard and shuddering all over.

All I could think about was shoving my cock into her wet, tight pussy and filling it up with my cum. I was well past the point of no return when suddenly a light shone in from outside through the half open door. 

The room became illuminated in bright light. My immediate thought was "my wife has come home". I watched in horror as the door fully opened and, as if in slow motion I saw, not my wife, but my wife's older sister poke her head inside. I could only stare at her as her expression changed from mildly curious to bad surprise and then just pure raw horror.

The sight that greeted her was one of confusion and naked bodies. The bed covers had long been kicked off so we were fully exposed when that light came on. I was desperately trying to withdraw from Emily's pussy even as my prick was still ejaculating my load. Emily was in the process of screaming out her first loud "ahhhhhhhhhhhh" while turning her head towards the door to see our unexpected visitor.

My brain felt on fire as contradicting commands were issued that my body and dick were in no position to carry out. I just could not stop coming. Emily was looking towards Mary but her gasping continued and I knew that she was also having trouble in stopping. She no longer screamed but couldn't help whimpering quietly as her body continued to orgasm

Pulling out my dick at that point wasn't a very good idea. I should probably have stayed inside her until I had finished. As it is I finally withdrew my still pumping and throbbing cock only to make matters worse by involuntary ejaculating the remainder of my cum into the air. I tried to stop it with my hand but I think that made things worse. 

I looked at Mary; her expression was showing pure and utter disgust. Her face was deathly white and she looked close to fainting. I saw her start to gag and then she suddenly turned and left. 

I heard her run to the bathroom where she proceeded to throw up. We got dressed quickly and made our way to the car. Even as we crept down the stairs we could hear Mary retching in the bathroom. I drove Emily home. We were both pretty shaken and wondered what Mary would do after catching us.

I arrived home about a half hour later. The house was quite with no lights on so I made my way to bed. The next morning I was woken by the sounds of conversation. I immediately recognised the voice of my mother speaking to Mary. I guessed by now that they had arrived a day early. 

They had a key and must have let themselves in the previous night and went straight to bed in the guest room. Mary must have been woken by the noise of us having sex and came in to check things out.

I showered and eventually made my way down to join them. My mother was her usual cheery self so I guessed that Mary hadn't told her anything. Mary herself was like a different person, where as normally, she would be chatty and outgoing, now she was withdrawn and sullen. Her body language screamed "stay away from me you sick fuck". She barely spoke to me during breakfast and I'm sure my MIL was suspicious.

After breakfast, I drove them to the hospital for a visit. The visit was pretty uncomfortable so I made an excuse and left. When I returned later, my wife was alone. 

She told me that Mary wasn't feeling well so they had returned home early, deciding not to stay the second night. My wife was pretty pissed at them for leaving early and blamed it on Mary saying she was jealous because she had been trying without success to have kids herself. 

I stayed at the hospital until she fell asleep and then left to call Emily. I picked Emily up on my way home. My wife would be home the following day so we wanted to make the most of the night. This time we checked all the rooms and put a lock on the front door before we hit the bed. 

Once we settled down we spoke about what had happened.Emily said that she found getting caught was extremely erotic and it made her really horny just thinking about it. She said that at first, when she had seen Mary she had almost had a heart attack. 

She had felt extremely embarrassed to be caught naked on her sister's bed.But after I dropped her home, she began to relax. She thought back to what had just happened and she felt herself getting wet. She said the memory of Mary standing there, watching her being fucked was a massive turn on. 

She had gone straight to bed (still wearing my wife's undies) and masturbated herself to sleep while remembering how she had just orgasmed in front of my wife's sister.

That night the sex was incredible as we both gorged ourselves on each others bodies along with the memory of my sister watching us.

This incident happened a few years ago. As far as I know Mary has never told anyone in the family. She is still quite sullen in my presence and we rarely speak. This isn't an issue for me as we live in different counties so rarely see each other. It isn't the only time that I was almost caught cheating but it is one of the more memorable. 



Caught in Bliss



She finally unlocks the door and lets me into the bathroom.

Anne always liked to take her showers long and warm, and even though she's been in here a good forty minutes, she's still in a bathrobe. With a towel wrapped around her hair and a foot on the bathtub, she's painting her toenails and humming that "Wrecking Ball" song that's so popular right now.

I look at her in the mirror as I'm wiping off my makeup. She's a bit younger than me, but I'm proud to say you probably couldn't tell.

I notice her wide smile, and I ask: "Going out tonight?"

She nods and keeps on humming as she works on the other foot. I grab my toothbrush, pour some paste on it, and can't resist adding:

"...With a special someone?" mocking her with a high pitch.

Her smile widens. "You could say so," she says, then wiggles her toes, admiring her work.

I'm so curious to know more, it's like a black hole in the back side of my brain, eating away at my thoughts until I can sate it, but she doesn't tell me anything more. I spit out the toothpaste and ask:

"So, is it John? Henry?"

"Nope," she says, "and nope." Then she pushes me aside to use the hairdryer. 

I wipe off a drop of toothpaste that fell onto my pink nightie, and leave her all the room she needs. I sit on the bathtub, right behind her, and over the hairdryer's noise I ask:

"Paul? That cute guy from Starbucks?"

"Nope."

"Come on, tell me who it is!"

"Nope."

I'm thinking about it as hard as I can. I know she'll tell me if I guess right, she just likes to play games. I tie my blond hair in a ponytail and try again:

"It's the bus driver! Leo!"

"What? Ew. No, it's not him!"

Her short red hair is all dry and I still haven't got a clue. I follow her all the way to her room. She drops the bathrobe and starts rummaging through her closet.

"It's not Justin, is it? Tell me it's not Justin."

"Fuck, no. I'm not that desperate." She finds a couple of short dresses, one blue, low cut, with a golden belt around the waist, and the other white, with a nice open back. She holds them both out in front and asks me, "Which one?"

I point at the white dress, and she wears the blue one. She's too busy straightening it out to notice my eyes rolling. When she's satisfied with her cleavage, she grabs a pair of black sandals and puts them on, then sits at her makeup table and starts carefully highlighting her already pleasant features.

She's about halfway through when I hear Miley Cyrus singing. It's Anne's phone going off. It's Anne's boyfriend calling her!

I race to the phone. Since I'm not holding a pencil to my eyeball and I'm not wearing heels, I beat her easily to it. She lunges forward to grab it off my hand but I dash away and take the call.

"Hel-lo there!" I sing into the phone.

"Hey sweetie, I'm here. You ready to go yet?"

I know that voice. I look at Anne and she's biting her lips, one hand on her chin. I turn away from her and I say, to the phone: "...Mike?"

"Oh, fuck," he says, "Christie?"

I close the call and throw away the phone. It bounces off the couch and crashes onto the floor, its cover splits and the battery flies off.

Anne screams something at me but I'm louder:

"You're dating my EX?!"

"So what? You two are over, aren't you?!" she says, then runs into her room and locks herself in.

"That's not the point!" I say, trying in vain to open the door, "you know he's an asshole!"

"He's not! And it's none of your business!"

We argue through the door -- well, mostly, I scream at her silence -- for a while, then the key turns and the door opens. Her makeup is done and she's holding her purse. She storms off past me. I try to get in the way but she steps on my foot with the heel and I fall on the couch, whimpering.

"Goodnight, Christie," she says, and slams the door behind her.

Suffice to say I didn't expect this. Anne and I have been flatmates for a couple of years, friends for a decade, and I don't know if I'm more hurt by her betrayal or my inability to see it coming.

I lay on the bed and try to get some sleep, but thoughts of my best friend enjoying a night out with my ex flood my mind and keep me awake. She didn't wear panties, did she? He's going to hurt her, just like he hurt me... Is he trying to get back at me? Is he trying to get back -with- me?

My mind is broken. I don't know if I'm supposed to save Anne from Mike, or just hate Mike, or let them go because they deserve each other. What would I do if he came over to stay with her? Do I have to get a new home?

All the thoughts just keep on piling up and no matter how much I toss and turn, I realize there's no way I'm going to get any sleep. I step out of bed, which by now is just a mess of tangled sheets, walk to the living room and sit on the couch.

It feels weird to sit on cold leather in just a nightie, so I grab a blanket and wrap myself with it, then I turn on the TV. One of those cute little romantic comedies is on. I think it could keep my mind off Anne and Mike long enough to fall asleep, but I couldn't be any more mistaken. 

I don't know if the actors just look like them or what, but my eyes just keep switching their faces and I see Anne and Mike dating. Anne and Mike arguing. Anne and Mike having sex. And that's where I draw the line. I haven't had any since I broke up with Mike, two months ago, and all this thinking about them hooking up has, to my shame, kind of turned me on.

My hand wanders under my nightie and I'm so wet my panties are soaked. I think about heading back to my room for some alone time but then I realize Anne won't be home for quite a while and a sick idea blooms in my head. Seconds later, my nightie and panties are on the floor and I'm sitting on the couch, naked.

I've never done it in the living room. I feel so free, so happy, it's like I'm getting back at Anne for backstabbing me. I rub my legs together as I massage my breast and zap around the channels looking for something hot. I settle on some sort of sports reality show, there's all kinds of hot guys sweating around the gym half naked. I set it on mute and part my legs slightly.

My hand starts working by itself, rubs my clitoris and it feels so good. I'm doing something forbidden. I'm doing something nasty. And I'm loving it. I want it to be more scandalous. I want to show the world I can break the rules, too. I get on my knees on the couch cushion and bend over its backrest. 

The remote is big, black and rubbery. The battery slot stands out in a nicely rounded bulge. All throughout its length, there's bumps and stuff for ergonomics. Just looking at it, my heart skips a beat. Should I? Could I? No, and no. 

Which means I must.

I grab the remote and I spread my pussy with two fingers. I savor the moment, rubbing my labia with it, waving my hips against it and my breasts against the couch, until I can't take it any more and I push it in.

It doesn't go in smoothly, no matter how wet I am, but I want this. I want this so much, I just keep pushing. It gets to my g-spot, and I moan. It feels so good to just move it back and forth right there, moaning as loud as I want to, showing the world how much I don't care. 

But I want more. I want to be taken completely. And I push it further in, and it leaves me breathless, and I'm almost done, I'm about to come, the remote stretching me wide, when I hear voices outside the door.

I scamper over the couch. The remote falls out of me. The voices are very close. A man and a woman. I can't tell what they're saying. I force myself to run for cover and I notice too late that I just closed myself in Anne's room.

My breath is heavy and my thighs are wet. I caught a glimpse of myself in Anne's mirror and my face and neck are flushed red all the way to my chest. My nipples are so hard, and I'm getting goosebumps all over. I bite my nails and I wait.

And I wait.

And I wait.

Nobody's coming. Maybe I could have gotten to my room by now. I peek out slightly and all is quiet. The voices are gone. I tip-toe all the way to my room, then, feeling brave, I reach the front door and look to the peephole. A couple is kissing on the porch. I'm startled, but it's not them. It's just my neighbors, calling an early night to get some action, it would seem.

I sigh in relief. My built-up orgasm is all gone, now, but my excitement hasn't faded any. Also, that quick venture into Anne's room just gave me another sick idea.

I'm not into that kind of stuff, but I know Anne has an extensive collection of toys. I've never seen it but, a few months ago, I wandered into the bathroom only to see her on her knees, legs spread wide, with a huge vibrating dildo half sticking out of her.

We never spoke of that incident again, unless you count that one time she got drunk and told me all about her fancy collection.

And where she hides it.

Still naked, I walk back to her room. I pull out the underwear drawer and the fake bottom underneath her thongs and bras and whatevers. 

I confess, the sight is more on the funny side than the exciting one. There's dildos of all shapes and sizes and materials. A few butt plugs. Some things I don't even know what they are. I try and picture what they're going to feel like inside me. My heart races and my belly warms up. 

Anne masturbated with these. I think about her, on the bed, when I'm not home, riding one of these dildos until she screams. I think about me, stealing one of her toys and masturbating on her bed until I come.

I pick a small one. The others are sort of intimidating. It's an egg, pink and rubbery, although much more slick than the tv remote, even with all the waves and bumps carved into it. There's a tiny, flexible silver antenna sticking out of it, and a small, pink, plastic remote right next to it.

I hold it in my hand and twist the speed setting. It feels funny, and soon enough I get it on my nipple, at the lowest setting. I kneel on Anne's bed and slowly increase the intensity up to about half way through.

That's when I move it down to my clitoris. I push it against me and it feels so good I moan and grind my hips and I get my face down on the pillow. I'm already about to come and I can't believe there's still so much more to it. I can't allow myself to orgasm just yet; I want to enjoy this first go as long as possible... Then I can always get more.

It's hard to stop masturbating, but I do. I turn off the egg and I lie belly up on Anne's bed. I bring my knees to my chest and, legs apart, I slowly push the egg into my pussy. It's not as big as the remote but I'm quivering with anticipation about the vibrations. I'm so wet, it slides in with just the right amount of resistance.

It's resting against my g-spot, and I finally turn it on. I increase the intensity. I'm loving it, I moan and I rub myself, my nipples and clitoris, as the vibrations melt my mind and I can't stop vocalizing. I'm almost there. I'm about to come. It's on the highest setting now and it's driving me insane.

It moves a little further in, so I instinctively reach into myself to pull it back towards my g-spot.

I grab, I pull, it gives; I come screaming and writhing on Anne's bed and I'm a mess of sweat and juices and I can't stop smiling as wave after wave of delight rips through me, made more powerful by the vibrations. 

My pussy contracts and I feel the egg and its vibrations moving further up my belly. It's making me twitch in waves of pleasure, too much pleasure, so I turn the knob all the way to off.

And it keeps on vibrating at the highest setting.

And I realize that, pulling at the antenna, it came off.

I try and reach inside of me with my fingers, but the slightest touch is unbearable. The vibrations are even worse. My hips move of their own accord, trying to escape this torment. When I finally manage to endure my own touch long enough to enter myself, I come again.

I push and buckle and it's so strong I can't even scream. The pleasure mixed with fear grips my whole body and shakes me. I need to get back in control. I need to pull this damn thing out. I push my fingers further in, and I'm so sensitive it almost hurts, and I feel the egg on my fingertips, and I try to grab it.

And it slides further in.

I crunch up, trying to undo this horrible mistake. I roll to one side and hug my knees, but the added pressure makes the vibrations even worse so I quickly stretch. I see the vibrator's remote and I desperately hit the off button, to no avail.

The antenna. The antenna is the problem. For a moment, I consider trying to stick it back onto the egg, but I realize it's hopeless. Perhaps the remote might still work, up close? I touch my crotch with it, and hit the off button again. Nothing. It's the closest I can get it... or is it?

I point the remote at my vagina and hesitate as it touches me. I'm breathing in moans and cries and tears are streaming down my cheeks. I feel a new orgasm building up, and I don't know if I can take it. I hold my breath and push it in.

I'm so tight, and I'm so sensitive, I can feel every crease in the plastic. Every button and the battery slot. I grip it like it's my last hope, and it is. I think it's far enough -- it's certainly as far as I can get it --, but to push the off button, I must stick a finger in on top of it.

I don't know if it's just chance or if I've finally lost control over my body, but it just so happens that, to hit the off switch, my knuckle hits my g-spot, and I come again. It's the strongest one yet, but I'm too terrified to enjoy it. I thrash and scream and curse as it ripples through me for what feels like an eternity, and when it finally wears off, my womb is still vibrating.

The remote won't work. I throw it away and I crawl off the bed. I stagger all the way to my room and sit at my desk, the cold metal chair sending shivers through my sweaty skin. My laptop comes to life and I beg google to tell me what I can do to get this hellish thing out of me.

Everybody's saying to go to the ER, but I don't have a car, and the very thought of sitting on a taxi or public transportation, trapped in a haze of constant orgasm turns my stomach upside down. Not to mention this thing is loud. Its buzzing is constant, and very audible. I look down at myself and I see I've made a small puddle of my juices on the chair. I move to the edge of the seat and I can already feel a new orgasm building up.

I surf the web to an anonymous message board. I write a quick, concise post asking for help, and I start hitting the refresh button right away, but of course nobody replies yet.

Help. I need help. I need my closest female friend to help me out of this. I need Anne. I grab my phone and call hers, but it seems she switched it off. That's when I remember smashing her phone, earlier, and I drop my forehead on the desk and can't stop sobbing.

Here it comes again. I clench. I warm up. Begging a silent prayer to myself, maddened by this storm of sensation, I cross my legs and squeeze my thighs against each other. Hands over my belly, I bend forward. I can hold this. I must hold this.

I control my breathing and I try to calm down. Sparks wash over me, tingling all over my skin and breasts. It passes. I think I did it. I'm winded, and I'm spent, but I did it. I held it in. I laugh to myself, proud of my small measure of victory, even though it's left me kind of jittery.

I refresh the message board and I've got a few replies.

One says, "Go to the ER."

"Post pics!" says another.

Of the last two, one calls me a slut and the last asks me if I want to fuck.

I shut the laptop and throw myself on the bed. What can I do? I can't go to the ER! I don't even know if the constant orgasms will let me get dressed. Maybe, I think, maybe the battery will run out soon. Eventually. Won't it? 

The vibe continues, unrelenting. I check online with my phone to see how long this thing's battery will last, and it could be anywhere from three to five hours, and I'm barely thirty minutes into it. I need Anne. I need her now. But if I can't call her phone, how can I reach her?

Mike. She's with Mike. I still have his number. Hovering over his contact information, I'm trying to work out the courage to call. Trying to work out what to say. I settle for a text message: I just can't afford to speak.

"Mike, it's Christie," I write, in case he deleted my number, "I'm having an emergency and I need Anne at home. There's nobody else I can call. Please, take her back home. I'm sorry."

I hit send without proofreading. An eternity passes and the egg is pushing me to the edge again. It feels like the orgasm I controlled before is back with a grudge, and I try my hardest to hold it in. I relax my legs and try to breathe slowly, I focus on my breathing instead of the constant buzzing in my crotch, and I think I'm going well when suddenly, my phone rings.

It's Mike.

I can't answer, can I? But can I afford not to? I swallow and try to collect myself before taking the call. I can't think straight long enough to plan what to say. 

"What the fuck do you want?" It's not Mike. It's Anne. "Are you really so desperate to keep us apart," she says, fast and bitter, "that you fake emergencies?"

"N-no," I say in a whimper, "I really," I say, and I pause. I'm tensing up. It's happening again. "Really," I continue, "need your help."

She scoffs. "With what?!" she asks, and I hear her hand slapping something.

"I can't-" I say, then I turn away from the phone hoping she won't hear my moans. It takes a while before I can get back to her. "I can't tell you!" I cry.

"Fine," she says, "if you're not trying to keep us apart, then you'll be OK with Mike tagging along."

"Oh god," I say, mostly to myself, "no, please. Please, just come alone, I-" I'd like to say more but I'm so close to coming, it takes a full body effort to hold it in.

Anne's calling me names, digging up old fights between us, and venting out all her frustration on me. But I can't hear a word she says; my legs are shaking, my back is arching, and I'm cupping my mouth not to scream. I can't afford to argue with her. She'll bring Mike over. I'll think about it later.

"OK," I whisper in a moment of relative calm. "OK, OK, bring Mike!" I breathe in, "just, please, hurry!"

She hangs up. I don't know if she's coming. 

But I am.

It's stronger than even the last one. A full body orgasm. I convulse all over the bed and I grip the sheets as it heats up my crotch, then my belly, then my chest. I could swear I feel it in my hands and feet, and my vision goes blurry and I realize I've been screaming at the top of my lungs.

Some time later, I wake up to the door slamming. I must have passed out. I hear faint voices, male and female, but my head is too clouded to tell them apart. I try to stand and I'm suddenly aware, again, of the vibrations in my womb. My insides feel tender and within seconds, I'm again at my limit.

I peek out of my room and I see Anne and Mike standing next to the couch. She's holding up my nightie and points at my panties on the floor. 

Mike laughs. "So, what sort of emergency did she say it was?" he says.

"She didn't," Anne says, and shrugs. Then she throws my nightie on the ground and gestures towards the couch. "Sit down," she says, "watch some TV. I'll handle her."

Mike nods and sits on the draped blanket. He grabs the remote, then looks at it, and wipes his hand on the couch. It's still wet from my...

Anne walks to the bathroom door and knocks. "Christie?" she says, "you in there?"

"I'm in here!" I whisper, and Mike turns to face me. I instinctively shut the door and I hear footsteps closing in.

"She's in here," Mike says, "can I come in?" and I see the door handle turning.

I push myself against the door and yell: "No!" but he's stronger than me and the door opens a little bit. I manage to turn my panting into words barely enough to tell him: "Please, just Anne!"




Caught in Bliss



"Alright," he says, and the door closes again.

Anne says: "Ready or not, here I come!"

I jump into bed and cover my naked self with a sheet up to my chest. My legs are restless and, dreadfully, I can tell a new orgasm is building up inside me.

I see a glimpse of Mike through the door, and I squeal, but then Anne walks in and shuts the door behind her.

Ann's face is flushed red, almost as much as her hair. She looks at me with a frown. "So," she says, "what is it?" A faint smell of vodka followed her in, and I think she's having trouble focusing her eyes. Has she been drinking?

I can't speak. I'm out of breath and I can't think straight. I'm deathly ashamed of myself, and the egg is melting my brain, I wish I could just choke myself with the pillow.

Anne gets closer. "Are you naked under there?" she asks.

I nod.

She sits on the bed, right beside me, then looks around. "What's that buzzing sound?" she asks, then looks at my restless legs and her eyes flash. "Is that a..."

I hide behind my hands, and I feel the sheet getting pulled away. I can't resist, I just squirm, and I feel Anne's hand on my crotch.

"Oh my god," she says, "is it stuck inside?"

My face still hidden in shame, I nod. She starts laughing.

Mike knocks on the door. "What's going on in there?" he asks.

Anne breaks her laugh long enough to tell him: "Nothing, don't worry. Just watch some TV, we'll be out in no time."

She gets close to me and whispers: "So, what did you try so far?"

"I tried to pull it out," I pant, "but the antenna broke and," I must pause to catch my breath, "it won't even turn off anymore!"

She nods, knowingly, and I'm filled with hope. I'm certain she can fix this. She will help me out of this. We'll be out in no time. I smile, and a few tears roll down my cheeks.

Anne dries up my tears with her hand. She tells me: "I'm going to reach in to try and grab it."

I pull away from her and lock my legs together. The pressure becomes unbearable. "You can't!" I say, and I sound like a dog whining, "it will go further in!"

"It won't," she says, "I can get farther inside than you can, and," she puts one hand on my belly. I try and move it away but she persists, so I let her. She pushes gently, and I moan. "I'm going to push it out from the outside. You just have to hold on and let me do my thing. Alright?"

Tearfully, I nod and slowly let her open my legs. She removes a few rings from her right hand. My heart races as her fingers brush my labia. 

"Quiet now," she says, "breathe in through your belly. Relax."

I try, I try really hard, but her hand pushing, and the other one entering me... I'm so tight, and so sensitive, I could draw her fingerprints from memory. Her hand reaches far inside me, farther than mine ever could. It's a small, smooth hand, and her knuckles are rubbing all the best -- worst! -- spots.

"I'm, I'm coming!" I say, inhaling sharply.

"No, you're not," she says, and pushes harder and deeper, and I lift up my hips. "Stand still!" she says, but I can't.

I come, again, and it's almost painful. I'm too sore, too exhausted, too embarrassed to get any enjoyment out of it. My pussy clenches around Anne's hand and I feel her pushing even as I convulse, trying hard to get at the vibrating egg; she does, and pulls it out some, yelling with excitement, but it slips and slides back to the bottom of me. It brushes my cervix and I cry in pain.

Anne pulls out her hand. It's glistening wet. She sighs. "Well," she says, "that obviously won't work." She looks at my laptop and says: "How about asking online?"

"I... I tried..." I tell her, but I don't know if she heard me. 

She sits on my metal chair, then, startled, jumps to her feet. She looks at the chair, then at her dress, then at me, and shows me a wet stain on the blue fabric. "Fuck!" she says, "you got the chair, too?"

I hide my face in the pillow and pretend I'm alone again, with just the buzz to keep me company.

"Let's see here," Anne says, "a few guys asking for pics, dates, some insults, go to the ER..." she giggles, "hey, this might work."

I set aside the pillow and look eagerly at the computer screen.

"You could reach in," she reads, "and push it out through the other way."

"The... the other way...?" I ask, not really wanting to know.

She looks at me, smiles, and says: "Through the ass."

"No!" I whine, "no, no no!" I curl up on the bed and groan as I feel yet another orgasm coming up.

Anne sits on the bed next to me. "Come on," she says, "it's either that or the ER." She caresses my thigh. "I'll be gentle. Get on all fours."

I can't believe I'm doing this. It must be desperation. Exhaustion. I do as she says. I get on all fours and stick out my ass.

Soon enough, her fingers find my butthole, and I shy away. I can't do this. There's no way.

"Come on," she says, and the frustration in her voice is audible, "stay still."

I try hard to stay still, but I just can't take it. I can't have my best friend sticking fingers in my ass. Finally, she holds me with one hand and forces her way in with the other. 

"Don't clench!" she says, "relax!"

"It hurts!"

"It won't, if you relax!"

She insists for a while, but there's no way her fingers are getting any farther. She pulls out and I hear a wet smack.

She sighs. "Wait here," she says, "I'll go get some lube."

She leaves me in silence and shame, and I wait for her lying on my belly, face down on the pillow. All the humiliation still hasn't stopped my pussy from riding the vibrations all the way to another orgasm. Try as I might to shut it down, it takes me yet again and I shake fretfully, screaming into the pillow.

Some time later, the door opens. I turn towards it sleepishly, then I scream: it's Mike! Behind him, there's Anne. She's holding a black metal rod with two loops at its extremities, and two at the middle.

"Hold her," she says, and Mike gets on top of me.

"Stop!" I scream, "what are you doing?!"

Mike's face is serious. He's holding me down, but he's not looking at me. He just tells me: "It's for your own good."

"And my enjoyment," Anne adds, locking the farthest loops of the metal rod onto my ankles. Then, Mike grabs my wrists and she locks them into the other two. I'm now bound in a doggystile position, with my hands bound in between my legs.

Mike is still holding me down. He stands next to the bed and pushes down on my back so I can't wiggle away. He says: "It'll be just a moment, Christie. I know how sensitive you get when you come, and..." he pauses, "look, just hang on for a while, OK?" I feel a few cold drops falling between my ass cheeks.

Anne starts rubbing my asshole, and she says: "I want you to tell me where you got this toy."

Oh god. She went to her room to get some lube, and she saw the overturned drawer. I see where this is going, and I want to disappear. I just wish I could go back in time and just keep trying to sleep. I start sobbing. "It's yours!" I tell her, "I stole it from you!"

Her fingers slide easily into my ass. I'm breathless, I can't even moan. Adding to the vibrations, nothing exists but my holes.

"And why," she asks, slowly stretching me open by pushing two fingers in, "why did you take it?"

"Revenge!" I yell, as she gets deeper than ever.

"Revenge!" she repeats, digging in, "revenge for what? How is it your business who I choose to date? My life is my own. You broke up with him! You think that just because you're older, you get to tell me what to do? This is my life, Christie! I'll make my own mistakes and live with them!"

She gets so deep, I can feel her pushing on the egg. Her fingers drag it down the length of my pussy and the sore area near my cervix can finally get some relief. The rest of me is just as sensitive, however, and I squirm and shake in my bonds. 

I can't stop myself from crying out: "Oh god, yes! It's coming out! Please, I beg you, push it out!"

But she doesn't. She knows what she's doing. She just pushes the egg on my g-spot and holds it there. It feels so good, I'm seeing sparks. My voice is a continuous, low whine.

Mike turns to Anne: "Come on," he says, "just get it out!"

"Not yet," she says, "first, Christie, you must promise you won't be getting in between us. No stupid revenge plans. No stupid grudges. Mike and I just like each other, and you have no right of getting in the way!"

I can't believe this. Her free hand is working my clitoris. She's good. Better than any man who's ever touched me. Pleasure rips through me and I can't stop groaning as I come, again.

"I promise!" I scream, the orgasm shaking my voice, "I promise! Just, please, please, I'm begging you, I can't take it any more!"

"And!" she says, "you must get me a new cell phone!"

"Anne!" Mike barks, and she giggles, then pushes the egg out of me. I collapse onto the pillow and I feel my bounds getting undone. Mike leaves the room and Anne sits next to me. She pulls a blanket over my spent, panting body. 

She caresses my cheek and asks me: "Are we still friends?"

It's been a wild night, and I believe it was alcohol that pushed her that far. Still, I got pretty far myself. I can't say I deserved it, but I feel she's right. I won't be getting in between them. I hope they're happy together. And if they're not, I'll be waiting on the couch, with a bucketful of ice cream and a sassy "I told you so".

I nod. That's all I can manage to do. Of course we're still friends.

She hugs me and says: "So, when are you getting me my new iPhone?"

END