0 comments/ 34283 views/ 1 favorites Ask & Ye Shall Receive By: piekna The weather that summer was extremely hot. I mean, usually it'll hit around 35 or so (Celsius, that is) on a hot day, but for about two weeks in July it was topping 40. All my friends and I could do was either hang out in air-conditioned basements or head to the local pool for a dip in the mercifully cool water. One day, I'd headed out with my friends Dave and Julie. Julie actually *liked* the heat for some strange and unknown reason, so she decided to tan on the pooldeck while Dave and I, the sane ones as we called ourselves, jumped headfirst into the deep and and got some relief from the unrelenting temperatures. Now, I'm not that bad looking. I'm about 5'8" with dark hair and blue eyes, but my figure is, shall we say, generous. I tend to assume that I'm relegated to the friends-only zone by guys, and I don't really mind. But Julie. Julie is hot. She's about 5'6" with long, curly blonde hair and bright green eyes and her curves are all in the right places, so I wasn't really all that shocked to hear the whistles and such that greeted her bikini-clad form as she lay down to soak up the sun. Dave is rather cute and a good friend of mine, and we were messing around in the pool when he ended up grabbing one of my tits, by accident. I asked him if he was trying to cop a feel, and he blushed so cutely that i just had to embarrass him some more. "You know, a cute guy like you... you don't have to do it by accident. You can just ask and the girls will let you do whatever you want." I laughed at his stunned expression and dunked him under the water. I was still laughing when he swam up between my legs and lifted me out of the water, then threw me in. I coughed and sputtered out the water I'd swallowed and then a full-scale war was on. God, it was fun... until Julie told us to stop acting like five-year-olds because she was trying to rest. Dave and I rolled our eyes at each other and swam over to the far side of the pool to chat. We were talking about nothing in particular ... classes we'd be taking in the fall, our summer jobs, gossip about our friends, but I could tell that he wanted to say something else. "Alright, spit it out, already," I said. Did I mention that I can be painfully blunt, sometimes? He turned bright red and kind of stuttered a bit, eventually getting out, "D-did you... I mean... what you said before... did you um... mean it?" If it were possible for someone to die from blushing, I swear to God, Dave would have done so right then. "What did I say before?" I asked. Yes, I'm clueless. "I say a lot of stuff, Dave, you're gonna have to narrow it down for me." I smiled at him to reassure him I wasn't teasing. Dave took a deep breath, looked down at his hands swirling around in the water, and said, "Did you mean what you said before about me... being y'know... hot. And um... the girls doing what I asked... and stuff?" The lightbulb went on, and I realised he must be like every guy i knew and secretly half-in-love with Julie. "Well," I said, "it would probably depend on the girl. Who did you have in mind?" And then he did the last thing in the world I would have expected. He looked right at me and said, "You." I can't even imagine the look on my face at that moment, but i do know that my jaw literally dropped because he asked me if i was going to say something or if I was just going to catch flies. "I-I'm ... stunned." I finally managed to get out. "Stunned in a good way? Or stunned in a you've-got-to-be-kidding-me way?" He half-smiled when he said it, but i could tell that he was holding his breath for an answer. "Well, why don't you try asking me to do something and see what happens?" i answered. We both just stared at each other, there in the corner of the pool surrounded by strangers, until finally he asked, "kiss me?" I took a deep breath and bit my lower lip, then slid over to him, wrapped my arms around his neck, and pressed my lips against his. He tasted a bit like chlorine from out earlier dunkings, but then my tongue parted his lips and entered his mouth and i tasted *him* and I wanted as much as I could get. I think I surprised us both with how passionate I got, sucking on his tongue and pressing my body tight against his, tangling my fingers in his hair and moaning against him. I broke the kiss and said "Does that answer your question?" We grinned at each other and he said, "It certainly does. Will you kiss me again?" I laughed and immediately placed my lips back on his, but this time it was his tongue that entered my mouth first and he pressed me back against the side of the pool. My legs seemed to float up around his waist all on their own, and I pressed my sex hard against his lower stomach, causing us both to moan at the feeling. When that kiss ended, we both blushed a bit, then laughed and kissed again softly. Then I noticed over his shoulder that Julie seemed to be getting up. "We should go over and talk to her. I don't want her to think that we're mad or something." Julie can be a bit... sensitive sometimes, and I generally try to avoid her moods as much as possible. We swam over to her side of the pool as she sat down on her towel and opened a bottle of water to drink. I leaned with my elbows on the ledge and chatted with her and Dave swam up behind me and joined the conversation. When Julie turned to search her bag for a sandwich, Dave leaned in and whispered in my ear, "Can I play with those gorgeous tits of yours? That one feel I got earlier was so good... I want to do it on purpose." I smiled to myself and turned my head to him and said, "The way you kiss, you can do anything you want." I laughed and turned around, making up a joke when Julie asked what was so funny. She and I kept chatting, but I was kind of vague in my responses because of what Dave was doing to my breasts. He was squeezing and stroking them pinching my nipples and otherwise just making them feel like heaven. I jumped a bit when Dave put his hands inside my bathing suit, but I covered it by splashing Julie and telling her that it really was nicer in the water than it was up there on the deck. She had no idea how much nicer. Dave just laughed when I said that and pinched my nipples again. Julie squealed at the water hitting her and laughed while she dried herself off. With her preoccupied, Dave leaned in to me again, and whispered "Can I touch your pussy?" I actually turned around at that, I was so surprised, and because his hands were inside my suit, I ended up pushing it to the side and releasing one breast. Now I was blushing as well as shocked and he just got this big grin on his face. "Mmmm... that's even prettier than I imagined it would be," he said... and he actually leaned down and licked my nipple before pulling my suit back over it. "Later on, I'm going to ask if I can see and lick both of them, but for now I'm still waiting to hear about your pussy." I looked over my shoulder, but Julie was busy talking to some guy and wasn't paying attention to us. "Yes," I said, "to both questions." As his fingers moved my suit aside and slid over my pussy, he whispered to me, "holy fuck, you're so fucking hot." I blushed and laughed. "You have no idea," I replied. Then I put my hand on the waistband of his trunks. "Can I touch your cock?" I asked, adding "turnabout is fair play." He blushed and grinned back, "Yes, but if you do, I'm going to have to ask if I can fuck you." I laughed, "well, if you ask if you can fuck me, I'm going to have to say yes." Then I slid my hand into his shorts and stroked his hot, hard cock, surprised that it was so warm in the cold water. He backed me up against the wall, again, and I lifted the leg of his trunks so that his cock popped out. He brushed the head along my slit a few times, driving me crazing and making me beg in hurried whispers for him to put it in me. Then Julie asked me something. I jumped and turned around, blushing and answering her while mentally damning her for ruining my fuck. But as I was talking to her, I felt Dave move my suit again, and I once more felt the head of his cock sliding along my pussy. He bumped it against my clit a few times, and it was all I could do not to whimper, it felt so good. I asked Julie to go and get me a Coke, and Dave asked for one, too while sliding his cock slowly inside me. It felt so amazing. He fucked me with such long, deliberate strokes that I thought I was going to go crazy, and then he started pinching my clit and I had to clench my teeth in order not to scream. I came around him, spasming and squeezing his cock with my pussy, and I felt him cum inside me. And then Julie was back, and he was sliding out and replacing my bathing suit and we got out to have our drinks. "Can we do this again tomorrow?" Dave asked, looking at me? I smiled at him and said, "definitely." Ask and Ye Shall Receive Mike's wife laughed the first time he brought it up. "You're kidding, right?" She looked at him incredulously. "No, I'm serious," he said. He was a little miffed that she was laughing as they lie in bed after having sex. It wasn't anything to do with what they'd just done but ... still. She was laughing at something that he really wanted and had finally gotten up the courage to mention. "I'm not gonna do that! That's just... weird." Mike lapsed into silence. She looked over at him and sighed. "I'm sorry honey, I didn't mean to say it like that, but I don't think I can do that for you." Mike smiled half-heartedly and she leaned over to kiss him before curling up to sleep. Mike decided to forget about it. It just wasn't going to happen. ***** However, Mike found he couldn't forget about it. A couple weeks later he was home alone while his wife went out Christmas shopping with some friends. He decided to spend a little quality time by himself online. He found a web site with sex stories and read a few. He had gotten a nice warm feeling and decided to browse through the discussions taking place when he noticed one that said "Strap on sex - F to M." It had over 154 pages! He quickly got naked and put a towel over the leather office chair so he could be comfortable. He relaxed and started reading through the thread. He put a little lube in the palm of his hand and started stroking himself slowly as he read. There were men saying how much they wanted woman to do this to them, men saying how much they enjoyed having it done to them and women saying how much they loved to do that to men. But as he read on it got even better. More and more people started posting their experiences with it and a couple people started posting lots of pictures. He really got into it, stroking himself hard and squeezing his balls as he looked at the pictures. Women with big dildos strapped to their bodies slid into guy's asses from every conceivable angle. Then someone started posting video clips. They were so hot! Watching a woman in a leather outfit slide a big dildo into the guy's anus made him squirm and shoot his load. He cleaned himself off and kept reading. There were links to a couple stories specifically about this so he followed one and read it. It was sooo hot! If only he could get his wife to look at it this way. He decided to print the story out and show it to her. He was already getting hard again. The article printed, he made a note on it of the thread address so she could look there if she wanted as well. ***** It took him a couple more days to get the courage up again to show her the article. He finally decided to leave it for her with a note before he left for work. Cheryl found it Tuesday morning on the counter in the kitchen. Cheryl - Please, just give this a read. If you still don't want to do it, I'll understand but I think this might change your mind. - Love, Mike Cheryl rolled her eyes. Not bloody likely. But she got a mug of coffee and sat down with the story in the living room anyway. She started to read with a feeling of duty but by the third page she was hooked. It wasn't quite what she imagined. She had to admit, the idea of being the one in charge, giving orders sexually, did excite her a little. She just didn't have any interest in hurting or humiliating Mike. She didn't want to go down that road, but that wasn't what was happening in the story. In the story, the woman's goal was to give him an incredible orgasm by stimulating his prostate. As she read, Cheryl felt her own anus start to tingle a little. Suddenly intensely curious, she sucked on her finger and laid down on the sofa face first. She lifted up her nightie and reached back into her panties and found her own rosebud. She started to massage around it and gasped. Mmm, that did feel good. She pulled her finger out of her panties. She wasn't about to go any further without some major lube. Cheryl went into the kitchen and washed her hands then headed into the computer room to fire it up and check out the web site Mike had noted down for her. She was a little shocked by the photos. The dildos were huge! She read through the posts and then found some "how to" articles. With the right precautions, it sounded like this could actually be fun. She went back to the pictures and studied the outfits the women were wearing. With a couple additions to her wardrobe, and a few toys, she could do something like that. She scooted over to the adult toy store web site that she'd used before and looked through things, picking out a couple toys and ordered them. Then she went back to the how to articles. She was getting excited. ***** That night, at dinner, Mike asked her how she liked the story. She kept her eyes down and was noncommittal. "It was okay." "Do you think we could do something like that?" "I don't know. I'm going to need some more time to think about it. I'll let you know." She got up and took her empty plate into the kitchen. ***** Two weeks later, on a Friday, Cheryl called Mike at work and suggested he come straight home after work. "I have a little surprise for you," she teased in her bedroom voice. "I'll be right there!" Good to his word, Mike was home in twenty minutes. It may have been a new record for the drive from his office. Cheryl met him at the door. She didn't say a word as his key turned in the door and it swung open. letting in a blast of cold air. She simply stood there, stroking her hand up and down a purple dildo that was strapped to her crotch. She gave Mike a wicked grin. She was wearing a black leather bustier that left her tits bare and a garter belt with black lace stockings and red stiletto heals. She'd slicked her blond hair back and applied her make-up rather heavily. Mike stopped in his tracks and forgot to breath for a minute. He exhaled on a groan as he took in the vision in front of him. He'd given up hope on this but she'd definitely been planning this for a little while. He closed the door behind him. Cheryl crooked a finger and stepped backwards into the living room. Mike dropped his briefcase and followed after her, shedding his overcoat as he went. He stepped into the living room and looked around. She had indeed been busy. The heavy drapes were drawn across the windows and there was a gentle fire in the fireplace. Candles were lit on all the flat surfaces around the room. A soft, dark blue chenille spread covered the sofa. A champagne bucket stood to one side with a bottle chilling inside and a platter of chocolate covered strawberries. A cinnamon scent filled the air. Music played softly in the background. "Honey, you are the best wife in the world, you really must be," Mike said, looking at the soft, seductive setting she had created for him. His eyes were continually drawn back to the dildo she was wearing though. Cheryl picked up a glass of champagne and drank it down. "I've drawn a bubble bath to get you cleaned up," she said. "Go into the bathroom and strip down. You'll find an enema on the sink. Use it. Call me when you're done and I'll come supervise your bath." Mike grinned as he walked out of the room, already unbuttoning his cuffs. Cheryl took one more look around the room to make sure everything she would want was laid out and poured herself another glass of champagne to sip while she waited. Finally, Mike called her into the bathroom. "What now?" he asked with a half smile. Cheryl smiled back and flicked the overhead light off. The only light now was from the glow of candles on the sink counter. She walked up to Mike and ran a finger down his chest. Her hand slid around his cock, giving it a little squeeze and releasing it. "Now... you get into the tub and clean up." She sat down on the padded toilet seat and crossed her right leg over her left. "I'll supervise." Mike gamely stepped into the tub. The water was warm and sudsy as he settled into it. "Use my body wash," Cheryl decided suddenly. It had a nice soft, peachy smell. His soap was too crisp and clean smelling for the mood she was trying to create. He lathered up a washcloth and scrubbed himself clean. When he thought he was finished, Mike wrung out the washcloth and hung it up. "Not so fast," Cheryl said, picking up a plastic glove and walking over. "Crouch down." "What?" Mike looked at the glove warily. "Now," Cheryl said, cocking an eyebrow. Mike did as he was bid, crouching down in the sudsy water. Cheryl reached under him and slid her hand down his ass in the warm water. He jumped a little when she found his anus. She took her time, massaged it for a minute and then pushed her finger in. "Oh!" "You okay?" she asked, one hand on his shoulder to steady him and one finger up his ass. "Yeah... oh yeah." She slid her finger in and out, swirling it around for a minute as Mike groaned. She abruptly pulled out and he sighed. "Okay, time to get dried off. There's more to come out in the living room. You towel off and put on the robe." She gestured to a black silk robe hanging on the bathroom door. "Then join me in the living room." Cheryl left the bathroom as Mike stood up, water cascading off his body, and stepped out of the tub. She went back to the living room and poured him a glass of champagne then sat on the sofa, nibbling on a chocolate covered strawberry. She was beginning to get used to having this dildo strapped to her crotch, particularly the way it rubbed against her clit. Mike walked in and she gestured for him to sit next to her. When he was seated comfortably, she handed him the glass of champagne then held a strawberry up to his lips for him to take a bite. "Mmm, lovely." He rolled the strawberry around in his mouth, letting the chocolate soften. "Harry and David, expensive but I figured for a special occasion like this it would be appropriate." She leaned in and pressed a kiss to his lips. "Since I'm gonna pop your anal cherry and all." She giggled as Mike reached out and touched the cock strapped to her. His brow furrowed. "That looks pretty big to go in my ass." "Don't worry, we're going to get you nice and opened up before I take this bad boy in, and it's not even as big as yours. It's only an inch wide and five inches long. I wouldn't damage my property." She winked at him and finished her strawberry. "Your property?" he asked with a smirk. "Yeah, your ass is gonna be mine tonight, babe." "Mmm, my ass has always been yours for the taking, " he replied, leaning in to kiss her. He took her champagne glass and set them both on the table. "And I really love this outfit." He reached up to cup her right breast, which was encased in a supple leather that left her nipple bare. The leather was soft against his palm as he brushed his thumb across her nipple and watched it harden. He leaned down and applied the flat of his tongue to it, the hard nub sliding across his soft tongue. He blew on it and Cheryl shuddered. "Suck it," she hissed. He complied readily. "Mmmm." Mike started to pull back but Cheryl reached up and gripped his short hair to hold his head against her breast for a moment longer, asserting her control. When she let him pull back, they were both feeling warmed up. Cheryl reached down to untie the sash on his robe and slid her hands in over his chest. She let her fingers drift down over his abdomen, lightly stroking the thick hair covering him as she went then stroked one long finger nail down the length of his semi hard cock. Abruptly standing, Cheryl moved over to the padded hassock in front of Mike as he sat on the sofa. "Put your feet up here," she said, patting the hassock to either side of her. "And scooch down so your ass is on the edge of the sofa." The hassock gave her some mobility to move forward when he was ready. Cheryl lifted the dark blue hand towel on the tray set to the side and pulled out a set of latex gloves and a tube of lube. She pulled the gloves on with a snap and opened the tube to apply a generous dollop to both her middle finger and his anus. His anus contracted when the cool gel hit it and she smiled. She looked up at him and he smiled back. The tube set aside, she rubbed the lube up and down her finger then started to smooth the dollop over his anus. She circled around and around then rubbed over it and circled again. Finally, she began to press in slowly. After inserting her finger about a half-inch, she met a little resistance but was easily able to push forward gently. When her finger was all the way in, Cheryl felt Mike's anus begin to spasm a little so she waited until it stopped then began to gently rotate her finger. She looked up to see Mike's eyes were closed and he was biting his lip. "How does that feel?" "It feels... ohhhh. It feels sooo good." Cheryl grinned. She started to roll her finger around as if she was trying to slowly enlarge a hole. She'd hold still for a few seconds then start again. After about ten minutes of this, she reached back under the cloth on the tray and pulled out a butt plug that was tapered and almost twice as wide as her finger at the largest part. Mike groaned as she slowly drew her finger out of his ass. She quickly lubed the butt plug up and added a little more lube to his anus again then started pushing the plug in slowly. Easing it in, she encountered no real resistance and soon it was all the way in. "How does that feel baby? Do you like it?" "I feel so... full. It feels good. It doesn't hurt at all. I love it." He kept his eyes closed, enjoying the new sensations he was experiencing. Cheryl put some more lube in her hand and took hold of his now semi-hard cock and started to stroke it, one hand at the base and the other slowly sliding simply up and down. She stopped about half way up his shaft and brought her other hand up so that she gripped him very loosely and started to turn her hands in opposite directions. Mike groaned and opened his eyes. "Baby, you know how to touch me just right, nothing you ever do seems to be wrong." Cheryl smiled up at her husband and let one hand slide up to cup and polish the head of his cock in a round circular motion. He was fully erect by now. Cheryl decided it was time to see if he could take the dildo. She lubed it thoroughly as he watched. He reached down and started stroking his own cock as she stroked the fake cock harnessed to her. She looked back up at him. "Are you ready to try this? We don't have to go through with it if it hurts." "I'm ready," he said, staring into her beautiful blue eyes. Cheryl reached forward and took hold of the anal plug in his ass and started to draw it out, twisting gently as she did so. Mike groaned again and closed his eyes. It slipped out faster and faster as she pulled. Scooting the hassock forward, she quickly positioned the head of her dildo at his anus and started to push in. She moved slowly, giving him time, stopping every half inch or so for a few seconds to let him adjust. Finally, she had all five inches buried in his ass. She held still and drew her fingers up and down his thighs, teasing a little. He shuddered and opened his eyes. She cocked an eyebrow in question and he nodded. She began to pull out then slide back in, excruciatingly slowly. Her gentleness served to heighten the sensations Mike was experiencing. It was almost too much. Beads of sweat appeared on his face and he moaned continuously. As momentum slowly built, Cheryl reached out and started to stroke his cock again, keeping time with her thrusts into his ass. She squeezed his cock just a little on the up stroke, as if she were milking it. She slowed to a slow stroke then gave him a couple fast, alternating speed to see what felt best to him, watching his face to gauge his reaction. The rubbing against her own clit was making it a little difficult, but she struggled to concentrate on what she was doing to him for now. "Faster," he urged as he felt his orgasm build, his balls pulled in and the muscles throughout his body tightened. It was like nothing he'd ever experienced before. Cheryl stroked the dildo faster in and out of his ass. Mike felt his orgasm rip loose. His come spurted like a geyser into the air, landing on his chest. It felt like every part of him was shaking with pleasure. The muscles all through his body shuddered in release. "Oh God! Yes! Yes!" The orgasm seemed to go on forever, shot after shot coming from his cock and his ass spasming deliciously. Finally, he slumped back. Cheryl released his cock and slid the dildo out of his ass. She took the cloth that was nearby and wiped him off gently. Unbuckling the harness, she stepped out of it, wrapped the dildo in the towel then curled up on the sofa next to Mike. "Thank you baby, that was incredible," Mike said weakly. "You're welcome." Cheryl stroked her hand over Mike's chest then leaned over to kiss him softly. "You rest and recover, I've got more plans for you yet tonight." Ask & Ye Shall Receive I bet you've never been pinned against a wall. Judging from the look on your face when your naked shoulders hit the cold sheet rock behind you, I'm right. It's cold in contrast to your skin, which, if your thighs are any indication between my own, is hot. You take a hissing breath and exhale it against my throat, "Shiitt." My hands make quick work of the barrier those boxers and shorts provide. When I slide into the wetness beyond, it's my turn to hiss, "Ahh damn, baby." Your tongue, tracing my ear, pauses just long enough to moan, "Your fault," just before it flicks against my bottom lip and I open to taste it for the thousandth time. You groan as my circling finger finds its intended target and your hips insistently thrust against my hand. I press my left hand against the wall behind you and pull my body away from you to watch your hips roll, "You are so fucking hot right now," I snarl against your mouth. There's the slightest suggestion of humor in your eyes when you challenge me, "If you don't end this soon I'm gonna get mean." A slow, wicked grin emerges, "Oh yeah?" My finger stops, "Show me." You shake your head slowly before tilting it back against the wall, "Don't, baby. Please." I lean in closer, my ear just a little too close to your mouth, "What was that?" You grab my head and whisper loudly, "Fuck me, Savi," just before you grind hard against me and thrust your tongue into my ear. I ignore the shiver in my own body and focus on yours. Not one to deny a begging woman, I slide a finger on either side of your clit and let them disappear inside you. Feeling you open and how you fit around my fingers, I am acutely aware of how much I want you. In, out, in, out, my fingers and tongue move at the same pace but in two different places. Your breath, which you'd been holding every other thrust, is now coming in short, quick, deep bursts. The occasional grunt belies your earlier insistence that you don't groan. The corner of my mouth turns up when I remember how fervent you were about that and as I watch your eyes close just before you kiss me deep and hard, I have never been more proud of proving you wrong. The tightening inside you tells me you won't mind. You arch hard against me and open your eyes. It's now that I realize I want you to say my name when you cum. I press your head against the wall with my left hand and whisper, "I want you." Something melts inside you because you get the slightest bit wetter. You swallow hard and whisper back, "I want you, Savannah." The grin that tries to spread across my face is eaten by the smile of yours that devours it in a kiss that's hot and wanting. Both of your hands are in my hair now and you grit your teeth as you press your forehead to my own. Your breathing is erratic and unpredictable. When I flick my thumb against that most sensitive part of you, your gasp and shuddering body tell me it won't be much longer. "Ah, shit, Sav," you press your body fully against the wall, your mouth watering, your back arched, and you are the hottest thing I can remember laying my eyes on in a very, very long time. Those caramel colored eyes close one last time as I feel your stomach tremble against my own and I lean in to let my lips flutter against yours, "I want you..." I pause to let you take a sharp breath, "to cum hard for me." Quickly, you whisper back, "I am. Oh, God, I am." I close my eyes and keep talking, knowing it makes you quiver just a bit more every time, "This is it, baby." My thumb flicks, flicks, and flicks once more, "Oh yeah," I feel you tighten and your hands, now resting on my hips by grasping handfuls of my shirt, pull me into you, "come get it, Mel." You groan in one long, continuous breath, "God." As your back arches for the last time, your body opens, pulling my fingers deeper, and you gasp at the delicious invasion, "Fuck yeah." The end of that last word, taking on the high-pitched sound of a prayer more than an actual word, makes me wetter. When the orgasm takes over, you exhale loudly and, knowing you might be a little louder than your ego wants you to be, I cover your mouth with my own. I don't expect your lips to make moves that are planned or coherent, so when your tongue traces my lips even in the midst of your orgasm, I am pleasantly surprised that it makes me even hotter. I moan my appreciation as your body relaxes and your tongue doesn't stop, "Ahh you're bad." Your lips curve as your body adjusts to the lack of my fingers, "And you're addicted." You press those lips against mine and I wrap my arms around you before smiling, "Yeah? Well, you're pretty hooked yourself, baby." In a voice that's just slightly different than any other day, but with a body heat that is certainly not the same as any other day, you reply, "I never said I wasn't," just before pulling me into your bedroom. Once the door is shut, you reach for me again and before I know it, my shirt is gone, though I just barely notice, "Yes, but you never said you were, either." In typical "Mel" fashion, you flick your finger over my nipple and whisper against my lips, "You never asked." My head drops back and I can't stop the low chuckle, "Ah.. fuck you." As your fingers slide themselves into a place that indicates they believe in turnabout being fair play, you smile against the curve of my neck. I can't stop the giggle when you murmur, "You already did. It's my turn now."