7 comments/ 57716 views/ 2 favorites Your Gift By: RedHairedandFriendly He read your diary. Surprise, surprise. Now what are you going to do? There she is, the woman you've dreamed of having, but never thought you would. He found her. You met her one night, a year ago. The company party had been full of wine, women, and song, but your husband had been a stick in the mud and you'd left the party early. You left her. She was there now though, spread out on the bed, looking at you with desire in her eyes, desire that mirrored yours. You think back to the pages of scripts you'd written so long ago, pages you never thought he'd read, but it was obvious by the vixen covered in satin and lace the color of sin, that you were wrong. He did read your wants. This time though he acted on them. This time he sent you a card that said, "One night." Inside the envelope was a keycard. You thought it was a romantic evening for the two of you. Lady, you were so wrong weren't you. Eyes the color of brilliant emerald jewels stare back at you. Her skin glistens with oil that she'd spread over her bronzed skin. She let her long blonde locks roll over her shoulder and she's waiting for you to come to her. A timid breath fills the room, was it yours? Yes...it was. Your fingers are moving now, slowly trailing over the polished buttons of your business suit. You release one then another and push the jacket off your body as you step out of the navy pumps that had your feet pleading with you to kick them off. You flex your toes and wipe sweaty palms down your skirt. She smirks and runs a finger from her mouth to her nipple. She pinches it and winks as she hears you whimper. Her hand trails down her flat stomach and she pets her shaved cunt. Your sex moistens and you find yourself embarrassed at the attraction you feel for another woman, but you can't fight it. Curiosity has peeked and the prize is there for the taking. One night. The words fill you mind and you wonder, will one night be enough? It has to be, so you tell yourself, "Make it last." Fingers ease down the zipper of your skirt as hers ease into the slick folds that you will taste. A taste you have never experienced before...your first taste of a woman is so close you can smell it. You breathe deep and close your eyes relishing the fragrant aroma that you want to bury yourself in. Your skirt hits the floor and then your blouse is making love to the linen and cotton that caresses the carpet. Your bra is eased off. Panties and stockings soon tangle in a mass of mixed colors. Naked you stand before another's eyes. A woman you have fantasized about looks up at you. A woman that you conversed with once, but that one time made an impression on you, wants you. Was it the wine that night, that made her tell you that she thought you were attractive? Was it the dress you'd worn? Or was it the look in your eyes that said... if only I could, I would? Whatever it was, no longer matters. Her hand comes away from her pussy and you see the glistening moisture. She offers it to you. Take it. You do. Your fingers wrap around her wrist and you bring the delicate fingers up to your mouth. The aroma is thick in the air now. The scent is so close to your nose. You breathe it in and then you taste it. Your first taste of another woman. She watches your tongue slide over the long digits that are covered in her moisture. The taste is different from yours. The aroma is too. Wonderful. Salty, bitter, and yet there is a hidden flavor, one that you know you will find if you delve deeper into the source. She watches you wash away the juices of her cunt and she moans. You look up and climb onto the bed. It shifts under the added weight of another and she scoots up just enough to make room for you. You watch her position herself in the center. Her arms are long and slim. She rests one over her stomach, then one you cleaned is now placed behind her head and she waits to see what you will do. You gaze down on her. Perfection. Where do you start feasting first? One night. There is so much you want to do, so many things you want to try. Your eyes glance over to the dresser and your pussy constricts at the sight before you, toys...toys you've only imagined using, toys he's never let you bring into the bedroom in fear you'd like them more than him. He's given you a gift and when you reach over and pull the vibrator over to you, you know that after tonight there will be changes in your life, for one night with her may be all you get, but a lifetime is too long to remain as conservative as he has made you. The hard cock in your hand is colored bronze and you flick the switch. Your smile lights up your face as you trail the head of the toy over your palm. It's new. Everything is new. The toy's tip leaves your hand to trail up her thigh. She giggles and you smile. A lift of your brow is your only form of communication and she answers it by spreading her legs for you. The head of your fake dick presses against the strip of flesh that sparkles with honey. A hiss of pleasure feels the air and you press harder against the nub of flesh. Sliding to your stomach your legs hang slightly off the bed, but you care not. Right now you are up close and personal with another woman's sex. You have never examined a woman before, at least not one in the flesh. You have secretly looked at photos, watched lesbian and bisexual porn tapes, but never have you had this chance and so as you tease her clit you take stock of the shaved pussy in front of you. You notice the different shades of pink. Pink. A color that seems so simple yet, now as you look at a moist clit, promising hues of color erupt on a canvas of sweet flesh. Your finger trails between the thick lips and she groans. You angle the device and it vibrates against her sex at a different direction. You slip a finger into the dark hole and though you can see where your finger goes you know she is finding the invasion welcoming. You know because she tightens her grip on you and nectar seeps free. Taste it. Your face moves down and you slide your finger out. You lick the juice and then plunge your finger in again. Hungry? Yes, you are. You take the vibe and lay it to the side of her hip. Two hands come up and you open her. A flower. You never believed that phrase until now. She is a flower. Her pussy, a beautiful plant that is opening for you. More colors of a pink rainbow fill your eyes, but they are lost on you as you close your orbs and breath in her scent again. Your fingers rub the lips. Each one is given a personal massage with the tips of your soft hands. She said something. What was it? Please? Did she say please? Please what? Please stop? Please hurry? Please fuck me like you know you want to? Taking a deep breath you close the distance and give each other exactly what you both want. You push your tongue inside. She tightens again and you pull your tongue out. A whimper fills the room. Hers or yours? Your tongue dives back in again. She feels you fucking her. Fingers still massaging the sides of her womanhood while you lay a personal attack against the hot opening. In and out. Over and over. You angle your head and you are able to take a deeper lick. Your tongue escapes and runs up to her clit. One hand leaves a cunt lip and two fingers begin a journey into her sweet box. Fuck her hard. You want to. You want to drive those fingers deeper. They are greedy. They want to feel what your tongue felt, but they are lucky. They can reach higher and they can find that spot on her that makes her jump. She jumps. You smile and open your mouth. Your teeth capture the swollen clit that you'd been sucking and then you fuck her with your fingers and your face. You rub into her. Her fingers grab your hair and she bucks against you. You are bathing in her fluids. They coat you. You feel your honey sliding between your legs. You are so wet and so hot. More is all you want. You want more of her washing over you. You leave her cunt and grab the vibe. The switch is flicked too high and you ram it into her cunt. A scream fills the room, tickles your ears and your mouth comes down and you start sharing that succulent sex with the expensive toy that you keep running in and out of her pussy. Sucking and biting, you tease and torment her until you taste something different. A new scent. A new flavor. Instinct tells you to not let up. The sounds she's making shout at you to not stop what your doing. Soon your reward is met and she comes for you. The heat of her sex explodes on the vibrator and you squeal in delight, push it in again and let your mouth capture the heady flavor that slips from her fleshy walls. A syrup never tasted so sweet as you lap up the heavenly nectar. You savor it and blow warm air against her sex. She's yours. One night. You make it last forever... Your Girlfriend Brings a Guy Home *** Warning - This is a cuckold type fantasy written in the SECOND person. If you don't like stories on that topic or don't believe that fiction should be written in the second person, please skip this story and move on to the next one. -Thanks, Gustav Jorgenson *** You know that you aren't supposed to be jealous of every guy she hangs out with. Also, you understand that she is very physical and likes to hug her friends. But still... "Honey, I am going to bring a guy friend home from work today, ok?" she says, searching your face for a reaction. "We are just going to hang out in the living room on the couch tonight." "What are you saying, do you want me to leave or something?" you feel your irritation rise and your heart speed up. She reaches over and touches your arm. She is smiling compassionately. "My god no, what are you thinking?" She searches your eyes. "I want you to hang out with us. It's just that I'm in the mood to be mellow and snuggle at home tonight. He and I always like to have friendly hugs and stuff. I want to cuddle on the couch with him tonight. You know, in a friendly way, not sexual at all." Your heart beats faster and you feel nervous and confused. "Uh, isn't that a little weird?" She tilts her head and looks up out of the corner of her eye. "Yes, I guess it's unusual. But you know how I am. I'm a physical person, I touch my girlfriends all the time. I always hug my guys friend. I'm just warning you that he and I have a very touchy-feely relationship. It's not sexual at all, I am not attracted to him in the least, let me tell you. But I feel comforted when a man holds me close." "Um, yeah, ok then, whatever." you say. ... That night she brings him home and introduces you. He seems a little fruity, sort of metrosexual. He and your girlfriend are talking about going shopping together. You are immediately put at ease. "Oh god, I have to get out of these work clothes" says your girl. "Come in my room and talk to me while I get changed." She takes his hand and says to you, "We will be right out." You are a little stunned by this, but he just grins at you sheepishly as your girl leads him away. It's such a gay look on his face that you just drop it. You can hear that she left the bedroom door open and you can hear them laughing. He has sort of a gay laugh, you tell yourself. You are trying not to get bent over the fact that your girlfriend just took some guy into your bedroom while she changes her clothes. When they come out, she is wearing her thin flannel pajamas. Her tits are jiggling freely and you can clearly see her erect nipples pushing through the soft material. "Uh, are you wearing a bra?" you ask. She scrunches up her face and looks at you quizzically "No. I never where a bra when we are just snuggling at home. What are you thinking?" You look at her round ass outlined in the snug pajama bottoms and realize that she isn't wearing panties either, but you decide not to say anything. Her guy friend averts his eyes from her body and changes the topic to shoe shopping. They sit on the couch together and pretty soon you start to relax a little. This guy seems harmless. He and your girl talk about clothes and different styles. Your girl goes and brings out some drinks and snacks. You are watching her body outlined in her pajamas. Her boobs are bouncing slightly and her nipples are still hard. She bends over to put some snack on the table by the couch and she shoots you a flirtatious glance and wiggles her ass at you. Her friends doesn't notice, and she plops down beside him which makes her tits shake around even more. You are starting to get a hard-on looking at them. To distract yourself, you turn down the lights down and put the movie on. At first they are just sitting side by side on the couch with their hips touching. They are occasionally murmuring small comments at various points of the movie. At one point, your girl snuggles up against him and he puts his arm around her shoulder. Neither one of them notices that you are watching them and it seems perfectly natural. But, you can see her boob pressed up against him and it bothers you a little. A little further along in the movie, she softly says to him, "I'm a little cold, do you mind if I pull this over us?" "That's fine." he says. You watch as she pulls the shawl off the back of the couch and spreads it over their laps. You notice that a couple of buttons of her top have come undone somehow, but her friend isn't looking at her chest. She pushes herself up against him and they are cuddling now. She has her head on his shoulder and is rubbing her hand over his stomach. He is running his hand up and down her side, you notice that he pauses to squeeze the soft part of her waist just above the hip, then he puts his hand on her hip and squeezes that. You girl notices you watching them and looks over at you with wide eyes, "Are you enjoying this movie, honey?" she asks. Her friend looks at you and smiles simply. He really doesn't seem to think that there is anything odd about him feeling up your girlfriend's body right in front of you. "Uh, yeah, it's fine." you say and look away. Your stomach is starting to churn a little and your face is getting hot. You try to focus on the film but they are continuing to rub and stroke each other. They are starting to make little sounds of pleasure. You look over and see that your girl's top is mostly open now and her hand is under the shawl moving around his crotch. "Uh, can you guys cool it a little?" you ask as your palms break out in sweat. "Isn't that a bit much?" The guy looks at you blearily, with a confused look on his face. You girl look up innocently and slides her hand up his belly away from his crotch. "Oops, sorry, honey." she says. "You know I love to cuddle this way. I like being comfy on the couch." "Ok, but weren't you just touching his cock?" you ask. You can feel your heart pounding. "Not really" she says. I was just rubbing his leg. She pulls the shawl down and you can see that he has a raging hard-on "Like this." she shows you by running her hand up his thigh, stopping just short of his dick which is pointing straight up right along the zipper. She smiles and looks up at her friend. "Wow, are you getting hard?" she asks with interest. "No, come on. You guys are embarrassing me." he says blushing. "Can't we just watch the movie, please?" He looks at you beseechingly. Your girl just giggles and nestles back down, resting her head on his stomach. She looks over at you with big eyes to see your reaction. You are wriggling in your seat, but you can't make a decision about what to do. You don't want to leave the room, but you can't see yourself grabbing this guy and tossing him out either. An interesting part of the movie comes on and everyone returns their attention to the television. After a few minutes, you look back over and see that he has his hand inside her top and he is squeezing one of her tits and pinching the nipple. She has pulled up his shirt and is kissing and nibbling his stomach just above his crotch. You can't take this, "For Christ sake, your guys, can you chill the fuck out? Dude, you are feeling up my girlfriend like crazy over there." He looks hurt and indignant. "No I'm not." he says. But he leaves his hand inside her shirt. "I mean, yeah, I guess I am, but she said her nipples were tender and she wanted me to pinch them for her." He bends his head down to look at your girl, "Do you want me to stop?" he asks as he continues to knead her boob. "No no, you are fine" she says leaving her head on his belly. She looks at you with half lidded eyes, her hand resting right over his cock. "Honey, you knew that we would be snuggling tonight. You know how I like to snuggle. Can't you just relax a little. This is NOT sexual. I think of him as a girlfriend practically." He laughs when she says that and pinches her nipple harder and makes her squeak "NICE!" he says. "a girlfriend, huh?" She is giggling now and they are struggling on the couch, pinching and tickling each other. "Cut the shit" you shout, standing up. Your heart is racing and your pits are drenched. They pause, but don't look at you. Their eyes are locked and they are facing each other on the couch, each of them panting from the exertion. Her top is totally open now and her boobs are swinging. His fly has come unbuttoned and the head of his penis is sticking out. Their cheeks are flushed and their eyes are bright with excitement. You girl reaches over touches the exposed head of his penis with one finger. She looks over at you and smiles. "Honey, I know we got a little more carried away then I had planned. But um, you can hang out if you want, but you might not want to see this part." She shrugs out of her top and bends over to puts her lips around the head of his cock. Her friend reaches down to cup one full breast in each hand and then leans his head back. Your girl unzips his fly and slides more of his cock into her mouth. She looks over at you with wide eyes, cock in mouth, cheeks sucked in. Then she chokes a little and pulls it out, laughing. "My god, he just spurted a little cum right in my mouth" she says smiling at you and stroking his dick. She turns to him and puts her face close to his. "You are bad, aren't you. Right in front of my boyfriend, too." "yeah, I'm bad." he says huskily, pulling her pajama bottoms down, exposing her round, white ass. "Let me show you how bad." Your girl steps off the couch, turning toward you with a big smile as he pulls her bottom off entirely. She stands there naked facing you, smiling devilishly. "Get ready, honey." she says to you. Then he pushes her head forward and she bends over at the waist. She puts her hands on the coffee table, looks you in the eyes with open mouthed excitement and then arches her back slightly to present her cunt to this guy. He wastes no time and grabs her by the hips immediately sinking himself into her. "Oh shit" she says breaking your gaze and turning to look at him over her shoulder. "That feels good." You are standing there frozen in shock. Your blood is running cold. As he slowly starts working his dick in and out of your girl, she puts her head down and her tits start swaying back and forth. "You might as well sit down and enjoy the show at this point." he says to you. He pokes his thing into your girlfriend for emphasis and she gasps with pleasure. You just feel nauseated and helpless, but you can't look away either. You sit and watch as your girl strokes her own clit and gets herself off while this guy drills her from behind firmly grasping her wide hips. Once she is done cumming with a shudder, he pulls out of her and she kneels before him, mouth open. He pops his cock in and she sucks it for a second, then he pulls out and shoots spurt after spurt of hot cum into her face and onto her tits. As the spurts reduce to dribbles, she grabs his cock and sucks it vigorously. She is milking the last of the cum out with her hand. "Oh fuck, stop, it's sensitive he shouts, laughing. But your girl grips him for another second and looks over at you again, cheeks sucked in, eyes wide and questioning. Finally he pulls away and he flops down on the couch. He looks at you while your girl smears the cum around her lips. "Well, that happened." he says shakily. Your girl turns to you with cum dripping from her hard nipples unto her soft white belly. Her eyes are glassy and her cheeks are flushed. She tries to smile, but she looks like she is about to cry. "Yeah, well... we definitely didn't mean for you to see this..." she says. Then she gets up and runs into the other room. Your Girl's Night Out The night has well and truly fallen, but it's only just begun. You've been waiting in anticipation all day, part anxious and part (okay, a substantial part) turned on thinking about the events about to unfold. You watch as your girlfriend goes to the bedroom, and then as she emerges in the living room again, wearing only her skimpiest black g-string and a sexy black lace bra. She walks toward you carrying two dresses, and even just this sight of her looking so good is enough to make your balls rush with cum, your temperature rise... you feel yourself start to breathe a bit quicker, your heart beat a little faster. The sight of her lithe, hourglass figure in those little black lace pieces makes you want to walk closer, grab her with one arm and kiss her as you use the other to rip her panties off right then and there. As she talks about the two dress options (both black, both skimpy, short, with cleavage and one even has holes cut out in the sides if it weren't already suggestive enough), all you can see is them on her as she walks into a bar, or dances with her girlfriends, and you can already see the room full of other men's eyes on her tight little body. The competitive thoughts, and the confronting reality that this is happening, makes your cock throb against the chastity device as it begs to be freed, to grow, to touch. You pick the sluttier dress. You watch as she walks to the bathroom. You wait impatiently but hide it well. You see her smile slyly as she steps back into the living room, showing off her made-up face. It's tasteful, but obviously she has gone all out. Your eyes are immediately drawn to her lipstick. Oh, god, the lipstick. Rouge red, and her lips look like sex. You groan a little. What have you done allowing her out like this. But as soon as that thought arises, it is extinguished. You know that you have no choice. She holds the key. She has one around her neck on a silver chain, the tip of the key resting at the entrance of her abundant cleavage. The other copy she has hidden, somewhere around here, and you're yet to find it. She has control now. The clock ticks. It's time for her to leave; the taxi is probably here by now. She kisses you goodbye, once, slowly, lingering on your lips for a moment longer than a quick goodbye kiss should be. She looks at you with a cheeky glint in her eye. You watch her leave. Your stomach drops a little thinking of all the ways she will be objectified tonight. But you love the feeling of being her caged pet at home, waiting for her to grace you with her presence when she returns. Half a painful hour later, your phone beeps. It's a message from her. "Guess who's already been asked for her number twice since she got into town?" it reads. You hear it in her playful, teasing tone. You ache to have her back, to fuck her, to own her, to mark her as yours. Fuck those two guys. You want to be there so you can hit them. But you're at home, waiting for her and that sexy outfit, and those high heels, to come back through the door and maybe, just maybe, you can convince her to let you out and suck yourself off for her. Only time will tell. Slow, painful time, strapped into this god-forsaken device that makes you hate the strain, and love the dirty feeling of being horny without getting hard at the same time. You never knew you could feel this much of a desire for pleasure. You can't even touch yourself a little through bars, because it's constructed to allow you no respite from this torture. What seems like an age later, you finally get another text. It reads, "Been hit on more times than I can count. Mostly by rich, late 20's aged guys funnily enough, obviously I look a little classy even in this get-up. Love being the ice queen turning them down even though I know how hot they are for me, eyeing me off from across the room. Are you hot for me?" There's another message coming. Oh god it's a picture. She's taken it in the toilets at what looks like a seedy club. She's pulled the dress down so you can see her bra, and her hand is in the shot... she's bragging at all the stamps on it. God she's got around. It's 1 o'clock. She should be home soon. You try to distract yourself but all you want is her home so she can tell you all the ways she was approached. So she can tell you all the ways she turned them down. So she will let you out and let you prove to her how your cock is the only one she needs. Your phone beeps and you grab it straight away, you didn't realize until now how tense you had been, waiting for another message. "So fucking wasted," it says. "Be careful, okay," you reply. "Gotta go, this one looks yummy!" is her only attempt at reassuring you that she'll be fine. She has her sights set on someone. You know she will hook him, lead him to her like a moth to a flame like she does with all men when she wants to. You sit for what seems like eternity, thinking of what she could be doing right now. It's like a puzzle with so many equally possible answers that none seem to be the definitive one. You want to touch yourself so badly to the thoughts of a more explicit nature, but every time your hand gravitates to your cock you remember that she has you locked up, tortured, dependent on her will to free you. She is in total control, of her body and how she uses it to arouse all those men tonight, of them as she manipulates them for drinks and attention, and of you. Mind, body and soul, she has you ensnared in her web and though it aches so much you almost hate it, you love it, you love it so much it nearly burns. Finally, at 3AM, she is home. You go to the door in a tired-but-wired state, adrenaline pumping through your veins. A thousand thoughts race through your head, of what she could have done, who she could have done. You see her standing before you and she looks a mess, her hair is ruffled and she's carrying her stilettos in her hand. She smells of sweat, booze and something else that makes your stomach drop and your balls flood with even more cum. Her eyes have that familiar cheeky glint as she sashays her way into the house after giving you a quick peck on the lips in greeting. "No time for chatting, get on the bed now," she demands, and you have started toward the bedroom before she even finished the sentence. She follows you, orders you to strip, and gathers the ties. "Lay on your back," she whispers in your ear with a slight hint of desperation in her voice. You gladly comply and enjoy her vivaciousness as she pulls her black lace thong out from under her dress. You don't get to peek at it because in seemingly the same second, she blindfolds you. You know this next part all too well. She straddles you, and you feel your head become shrouded in the amazing scent of her pussy. She lowers herself onto your awaiting mouth as the scent of her obviously freshly fucked pussy wafts into your nose. You begin lapping at her cunt with vigor, your tongue exploring each dip and cavern, spinning in circles and catching each drop of cum that trickles from it. As you do this, she tells you all about the four-way she had in a private VIP lounge at what is notoriously the most sexed-up, scummiest club in the city. She describes sitting on the couch, her head spinning from the alcohol, and being mouth-fucked by one guy, having her pussy licked out by the other, and giving the third guy a hand-job. With every word that falls from her mouth in-between her soft moans, you feel your heart race in preparation to thoroughly fuck her senseless. You feel a sickening jealousy deep in your chest, a rage that is like no other fury you have ever felt before. You want to do unspeakably violent things to these men who dared use your woman, when you were stuck at home, caged and under lock and key in chastity. You feel a pang of hurt that she would do this to you. But at the same time, you feel a need to prove to her how much greater you are than them. Your body is thinking the same thing, and your cock is glistening wet with pre-cum from the dramatic overproduction of cum that's occurring in your balls. You want to fuck her more than you ever have, to claim her, to mark her as your own in every way you can. You look up at her and see her perfect body, her full breasts and soft stomach. You think of what she did with those men, you can see it all clearly as she describes it. It's like imagining her in a porn film, but it's real, she did these things tonight. You run your hands over her back, sides and hips. As you feel her body desperately with your mouth and fingertips, you picture everything she was doing these past couple of hours. You can taste it, and though it angers you, it turns you on like nothing else. She proceeds to tell you all about how they explored her body for a long while, each taking a turn fucking her mouth, then her pussy, then eating her out as the other guys jacked off over it. She paints a picture in your mind of the feeling she had of being entirely taken by these strangers. Her eyes sparkle with delight as she describes the thrill of it, the dirty satisfaction of being so submissive to three men at the same time. She grinds her clit faster against your awaiting tongue as she recalls how their cocks were so hard and desperate to derive pleasure from her body, and how she loved being nothing but an anonymous object for them to fuck. She says that when the guy whose cum you are tasting was blowing in her, she had one of the other one's cum freshly laid out on her tits, and the last guy's cock pumping in and out of her mouth as he blew down her throat. You feel her gush with wetness as she tells you each dirty detail of the night's events, and you groan from the immense pressure as your cock yearns to get hard and just fuck her. You knead her tits with one hand and grab her ass with the other as she rides your tongue. "Yes, like that, more," she moans repeatedly, moaning, and you fasten the pace of your tongue to match the desperate tones of her voice. You feel her shudder as she quakes into you, squealing expletives. Your lips are slightly numb when she climbs off, and scoops the drips of her and that other guy's combined cum that fell onto your chin, and feeds it into your mouth with her fingers. "How did that feel, eating out the cum of a guy who could and did fuck me real good tonight, while you were home here unable to fuck me no matter how much you wanted to?" she asks teasingly. You tell her exactly how it felt, fucking torturous, and you want to fuck her right now. She smiles with a suggestive, teasing look in her eyes and tells you, "Not tonight!" Somehow you fall asleep, and when you wake up the next morning, you turn over and see her lying next to you, looking like she'd awoken only just before you had. She raises her arm from beneath the blanket and dangles the key in her hand, smiling mischievously. "I think it's your turn to show me if you're any better than those guys last night..."