4 comments/ 29572 views/ 6 favorites Lady Liddy By: Rockinworld *A special thanks to darkangel718310 for her help in editing my work. Please feel free to leave comments or send me suggestions for future chapters* * "I just don't get it, Liddy," Laurie sighed between sips of the afternoon's third white wine spritzer. "I begged him this morning. Fucking begged him to go down on me. And he wouldn't. He just fucked me, came inside me, and left for work." "At least you got a good banging out of it," her friend said. "It's better than I've been getting." Laurie shook her head as she finished her glass and poured another. "You don't get it. Todd doesn't get me off. He just fucks me and leaves me frustrated. I was so pissed this morning!" The trim, blonde soccer mom groaned. The two suburban housewives had been getting together for a while, sometimes alone, sometimes with the other neighborhood ladies, but always with a little wine and lots of dishing on their love lives. Elizabeth Glenn felt for her friend, but couldn't help feeling that she still Laurie it better. After 11 years of marriage, she was starting to feel like a roommate rather than a partner, and her husband, Paul, spent more time fantasizing online than he did touching her. She knew she'd gained some weight, but she carried her 250lbs well on her 5'7" frame. She had luscious thighs and an ample ass, and cleavage that had caused the waiter to drop their first round of drinks. She'd always been a stunning natural redhead, with freckles all over her body to match. When they first met, Paul had enjoyed connecting them with his tongue. But now that was gone. "At least you get some attention, honey. I caught Paul in front of the computer again last week reading stories again." "Caught him?" Laurie raised an eyebrow. "Uh...yeah. Red handed, so to speak. He had his Dockers around his ankles and his headphones on, going to beat the band." Laurie laughed, nearly shooting her white wine spritzer out of her nose. "Awesome!" She slapped her knee. "What did you do?" "What could I do? I snuck up behind him and waited until he was almost finished, then scared the crap out of him. He made a mess all over himself!" Elizabeth "FUCKING HILARIOUS!" Laurie squealed with delight at the image of her friend's husband spraying himself with his own cum. "Too funny, Liddy." Elizabeth smiled. "I admit, I was a bit proud of that. I just wish it was coming to me instead of some fantasy." "What was it?" "What was what?" "The fantasy? Tell me you went back and looked at the story." Elizabeth raised an eyebrow and exhaled. "Yeah. I did. It was some weird shit." "Weird like how? Like vampires and werewolves weird?" Laurie teased her friend, knowing her penchant for the Twilight series. Elizabeth shot her a fake mean look. "Don't fuck with Edward, honey, or I will mess you up." She smiled. "No, it was just...different. I read a couple of the stories after he went to work, and they were both about forced cunnilingus." "Seriously?" "Well, not forced, exactly, but submissive men being told to go down. In one, he even went down on her after another guy fucked her--that's the one I caught him wanking it to." Laurie's eyes widened and she shifted in her seat. "No shit?" "No shit. Can you believe it?" "Jesus, Liddy, can I borrow him? I could have used that this morning!" Elizabeth chuckled. "Of course! He's an excellent pussy eater, and I'd be happy to share him. As long as you send him back to me with a hard cock, sweetie." The two laughed and the conversation shifted to other topics, and they enjoyed a long lunch. As the check came, Laurie leaned in close to her friend. "Liddy, were you serious? Would you really loan me your husband's tongue?" Elizabeth was stunned, and a bit speechless. She'd been joking, of course. "Uh...Laurie...I..." Her friend stopped her. "It's ok. I shouldn't have asked." Her face turned red to match her hair. "Look, I'm sorry. Forget I said it, please," she pleaded. "Please." And she nearly ran out the door. Except Elizabeth Glenn didn't forget about it. She couldn't stop thinking about it all afternoon, and when she got back home, she went to her husband's office. Elizabeth, Liddy to her girlfriends, made herself comfortable in his chair and turned on his computer. She looked started clicking on folders, and it didn't take long to find his not-so-well-hidden directory. She opened it and looked at all his other stories. Sure enough, they were all of submissive men being made to serve women. There was also a directory of pictures, all of women of various ages and body types being licked and teased by both men and other women. Her mind began racing and the images began to entice her. Without thinking about it, her fingers left the keyboard and traced lazy circles around the material covering her nipples. A soft moan escaped her lips. She moved the mouse to the folder marked videos, and clicked on the last file. She watched in rapt fascination as a man in a suit was brought into a room and ordered to kneel on the floor in front of a powerful blonde woman. Elizabeth's hand slipped into the waistband of her yoga pants and down the front of her already soaked panties. In the video clip, the blonde woman grabbed the man by his hair and pulled him forcefully into her waiting pussy, and in the chair, Elizabeth slipped her fingers into her warm slit. She threw her leg over the arm of the chair and onto Paul's desk. As the video played and the man lapped at the woman's clit, Elizabeth's fingers slid up and down over her own, and the two drew closer to orgasm together. She leaned back in the chair, her eyes closed, imagining Paul on her knees, and her friend Laurie writhing in ecstasy. Her hand moved faster, sliding up and down her slit on either side of her engorged clit. Like the woman in the video, or Laurie in her imagination, she edged ever closer to a wild climax. Until her reverie was interrupted by the slamming of a car door. Elizabeth jumped, nearly falling out of the chair. She quickly turned off the video and powered down the computer, and attempted to straighten her jumbled pants. There was nothing she could do about her wet panties. She'd deal with those later. She met Paul on the steps leading to the bedroom. "We need to have a talk," she said, sliding her body against him, pressing her breasts against his chest. "Can I get out of this suit first?" Paul was a little surprised at her, but didn't seem interested. Elizabeth didn't care. She had another angle to play tonight. She reached down and lightly grasped his crotch. "I've been reading the stories on your computer, Paul." "You what?" Paul wasn't sure whether to be angry or worried. Either way, he had to play it cool--his wife was holding his balls. "Relax, tiger," Elizabeth said. "I just need to know if that really turns you on." "What do you mean?" "Does the idea of being ordered to go down on a woman get you off?" She leaned closer to him. "Does it make you hard to think about licking someone else's pussy?" She felt his cock twitch in her hand. Paul gulped, and dropped his gaze. "Yeah. It does." "And what would you say if I told you that my panties are soaked right now thinking of you on your knees between some other bitch's thighs, sucking her clit, making her moan?" His cock was rock hard. "Does that excite you?" Paul's heart started to thump inside his chest, pounding so hard he thought it might break free. "A little." "A little?" Elizabeth squeezed his cock, not enough to be painful, but firmly enough that he knew she was in charge. "Only a little? I think that's bullshit. I think your cock is straining your zipper just thinking about your face covered in another woman's juices, feeling her orgasm. Knowing that I sent you there." Paul's mouth was dry. "Elizabeth," he gasped, "where is this coming from?" "That's what you want, isn't it?" "I'd love it, but..." "But what?" Her tone went harsh. "You'll do as you're told, won't you?" "Uh, yes." "Yes, ma'am," Elizabeth corrected him. "Yes, ma'am." "That's good. Now take your ass to bed. You have a big day tomorrow." She kissed him hard on the lips and pushed him up the stairs. "And no touching yourself." Elizabeth watched him bound up the stairs toward their bedroom, and shook her head. She couldn't believe she was about to do this. She reached over and picked up the phone and dialed a number. "Laurie," she said quietly, "this is Liddy. What time does your husband leave in the morning?" Lady Liddy Ch. 02 *This continues the explorations of the lovely, curvaceous Lady Liddy and her husband. Please feel free to leave comments or send me suggestions for future chapters. Thank you for reading--you truly make this fun!* Chapter 02 Lady Liddy's Lucky Neighbor "Laurie, this is Liddy. What time does your husband leave in the morning?" That call was at 10pm last night, and Laurie had been playing it over in her head ever since. Her heart had nearly leapt out of her chest, and it had kept thumping so hard she was afraid she was going to wake her husband. It was everything she could do to keep from touching herself--even so, she'd already ruined two pairs of panties, and she'd just gotten the kids out the door to school. Laurie had made an ass of herself yesterday afternoon at lunch, after Liddy had told her about her husband Paul's secret fetish for forced pussy licking. God, Laurie thought, she couldn't believe she actually asked if she could borrow her husband's tongue. She'd nearly died of embarrassment. Elizabeth had stammered a reply, and she couldn't get away fast enough. Still, for the rest of the day, all Laurie could think about was Paul's head between her thighs, his face sticky with her juices. And then the phone rang. "Laurie, this is Liddy. What time does your husband leave in the morning?" "Uh, what? Why?" Laurie had answered, laying in bed next to her husband Todd. She whispered into the phone as he snored away. "What's up, Liddy?" "What time will you be alone tomorrow?" Laurie's mind went blank. Was this real? Holy Shit! Was this something she really wanted? She didn't waste time thinking about it. "8:00am, Liddy. Todd leaves at 7:00, and the kids are out the door by 8:00. Are you kidding me?" "No, Laurie, I'm not." Elizabeth's voice sounded deep and breathless. "Be ready at 8:15." Laurie looked over at her sleeping husband and thought about yesterday morning's wasted attempt at seduction. He hadn't satisfied her in months, and though she'd begged him to finish her off yesterday, he'd just used her, shot his load inside her, and left her laying on the bed while he got dressed for work. "I'll be ready," Laurie whispered, her hand cupping her breast inside her sheer nightgown. The morning went like most others. Todd got up, ignored her, and got dressed for work. She tried for a repeat of yesterday, but he was running late, and ran out the door without so much as a goodbye kiss. After six years, this was the usual treatment. Laurie deserved better. Even after two children, her body was great. She worked hard to keep her toned, tanned figure, and her breasts were the envy of the neighborhood. She was proud of her ass, and as she sent the children out the door, she paused in front of the mirror to admire herself. The blonde soccer mom who smiled back wasn't supposed to have an unhappy sex life--she was supposed to be making men drool with her fantastic legs and her perfect, pert nipples. And in twenty minutes, she was going to have someone drooling for her again. She shuddered with excitement as she ran upstairs for her third change of underwear. No sooner had Laurie slid her pink panties over her tanned and toned thighs than the doorbell rang. Heart pounding in her chest, the suburban housewife wrapped herself in her best house coat and raced down the stairs to meet Paul. She paused in front of the hallway mirror to check her shoulder-length blonde hair, making sure every hair was in it's place for her best friend's husband. Taking a deep breath, she grabbed the doorknob and turned. And came face to face with Elizabeth. All 250 pounds of her. She wasn't the spouse Laurie had been counting on. "Can I come in?" "Uh...yeah," Laurie stammered. "Always." Elizabeth stepped inside and shut the door. "You look lovely," she said. "I just wanted to talk to you for a minute." "Look, Liddy, if you're not OK with this--" "Oh, no," Elizabeth placed a finger to her lips. "I've been thinking about this all night." She leaned in close and whispered in her best friend's ear. "And my pussy's been soaked all night thinking about my husband between your legs." She stepped back. "So you can't back out now." Laurie smiled. "Oh Liddy. I'm on my third pair of panties this morning! I'm so excited! I can't believe you called me last night." "Paul's outside. He's waiting. But I wanted to talk to you first. Just to make a couple of things clear. First," Elizabeth looked at her slim friend, "he'll do as he's told. He's her to please you--but not the other way around. So oral only. He should get on his knees and stay there." "Mmm...A man who's here to please me, and not just fuck me an leave me? I can handle that, Liddy." Elizabeth fixed her with a stern gaze. "I thought you might, you naughty girl." She reached out and stroked her cheek. "Second, send his ass--and his hard cock--straight back to me when you're through with his tongue. I plan on using him. Can you do that?" "Oh, honey," Laurie said, feeling the beginnings of dampness in her new lingerie, "I can do that for you." "OK, babe. I'm counting on you." Chubby Elizabeth extended her big arms and wrapped her slim friend in a powerful hug. "Have fun," she said with a smile. She slipped out the door, and in seconds was replaced with her husband, Paul, dressed in a grey suit and a red and black tie. Laurie inhaled sharply. Paul was an attractive man, slim, with dark hair and a short, well-groomed beard. He was a concert producer, often rubbing elbows with rock stars and music industry big shots, and Laurie often wondered what he saw in Elizabeth. But today, she didn't care. For right now, Paul was hers, and she was going to enjoy her moment. "Hello Paul." Paul, looking nervous, stepped inside the door. "Hello," he said, sheepishly. Laurie looked outside and watched her friend Elizabeth walk back home. She turned back to Paul. "Well, what are you waiting for? Get your sexy as upstairs!" The suited man bounded up the stairs with the enthusiasm of a schoolboy on Christmas morning. Laurie smiled at his excitement, and could feel her own building. She resisted the urge to run up the stairs after him, instead gliding silently up to her bedroom, where she found Elizabeth's husband waiting respectfully at the foot of her bed. "What would you like from me?" he asked. Laurie walked past him, running her finger along his bearded chin. "I want you on your knees, Sir. Now." Paul dropped immediately to his knees, looking up at the blonde woman who now towered over him. She looked down and tousled his hair. Though it took all of her restraint not to rip it off, she slowly, seductively untied her silk housecoat and let it fall open, revealing her breasts to the cool house air. Immediately, her nipples stuck out, and she rubbed one without thinking about it, eliciting a moan from her lips--and a groan from Paul's. Her free hand rested on his head, her fingers weaving into his hair. She let him watch her for a minute, teasing him until she couldn't wait any longer and she tightened her fingers into his hair and pulled his face into the front of her already moist panties. He breathed deeply, taking in her musky scent. "You like that?" she asked, tilting her hips forward to give him a better angle. "Can you smell how excited I am?" Paul's reply was muffled, but Laurie assumed it was positive, so she leaned back on the bed and pulled him even deeper between her thighs, pressing his nose into the drenched gusset of her pink lace panties. She could feel him burrow excitedly into the wet fabric, the friction on her clit sending little jolts of electricity up her spine and more liquid flooding her already wet pussy. Laurie couldn't take much more. After years of neglect, her clitoris was begging for direct attention. She pushed Paul away, even as he tried to push his face back to her. "Easy, boy," she said, putting a hand on his forehead and standing up. Laurie took a step away, and let Paul watch as she hooked her fingers into the waistband of her underwear and slid them over her hips and down her tight thighs and muscular calves. She stepped out of them and then, with a wicked smile, wadded her sodden pink lace panties into a ball and stuffed them into the breast pocket of Paul's tailor-made suit coat. "Now," she said, leaning back on the bed, "you can do what you came here for." "Oh," Paul said, leaning forward. "Thank you." He almost jumped forward, ready to devour her, and slipped his tongue directly into her juicy folds. Laurie wasn't prepared for a direct assault, and jumped, letting out a gasp as his tongue found her sensitive button. She grasped at the bedspread as he sucked her clit into his mouth, twirling his tongue around it, causing her to thrash wildly. "Fuck!" she screamed, and struggled to catch her breath. After begging her husband to make her cum, she was going to have to beg Elizabeth's husband to slow down. But Paul didn't need to be told. Instinctively, he slowed his pace, backing off her clit and running his tongue over her swollen lips, nibbling on the tender skin of her inner thighs. He licked her deeply, pushing his tongue inside her, and then running it up to her clit, causing her to issue a deep, low moan and coating his face with a thick coating of her sticky juices. "Do it now, Paul," she begged him, grabbing him by his hair and pulling him to her. "Make me cum!" Paul's tongue attacked Laurie's swollen clit with new intensity, alternating between circling round it and lapping at it, driving her insane with lust. Laurie gasped, tossing her head back on the bed,as Paul licked her over and over. She squeezed her thighs tight against his head as she edged ever closer, and Paul, sensing her impending orgasm, wrapped his lips around her clit and surrounded her with a blanket of pleasure, flooding her senses as she flooded his face. She felt herself explode and fall over the edge, letting loose with a scream of release as she clamped her powerful thighs around his face. Paul stopped his relentless assault on her pussy, and Laurie slowly relaxed her legs, releasing him. He didn't move, though, content to stare at her wet crease as she panted and caught her breath. Laurie laid on the bed, her hands above her head, covering her eyes, struggling to maintain her composure with the handsome man between her knees. "That was incredible," she said breathlessly. "Thank you." She sat up, and kissed him on the forehead. "You're welcome." Paul grinned from ear to ear, and Laurie looked down and saw the magnificent bulge in his trousers. Wicked thoughts passed through her mind, like how she wanted his cock inside her so bad it hurt, and how that cow Elizabeth didn't deserve a man like Paul. But she pushed them out of her head and pulled Paul to his feet. "That was wonderful," she said, pulling him close to her, "and I want you badly. But I have to send you," she reached down and stroked his rock hard cock through his pants, "and that, back home to Liddy. She's waiting for you." Paul smiled. "You tasted so good." "You can taste me anytime you want, lover," she said, kissing him on the mouth. "And you're right, I do." With that, she led him down the stairs and to the door. She opened it and he stepped outside. "Oh," he said, "do you need these?" Laurie looked down and saw that Paul was holding her pink lace panties. She smiled. "You know what," Laurie said with a sly grin, "just bring them back next time."