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Unfolding Ch. 01

By: Selena_Kitt



Author's Note: This has been re-recorded, hope you can hear it better this time! -SK

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I know how I got here. It started in the shower. 

The kids sleep until it's light out, their internal clocks finely tuned to the sun, but Jack and I have to roll out of bed long before then. He always hits the snooze button at least twice, and I usually snuggle up to his broad, strong back until he rolls me over to reverse spoon and pulls my hips in to him so I can feel how hard he is for me. There isn't a day on earth that Jack doesn't wake up hard. It makes me smile and wiggle back against him, all sleepy eyes and long limbs. 

It's a very rare occasion when we have time for morning sex in our rush to get everything ready and everyone out the door on time. Still, he loves it when I reach back and squeeze and tug on him in those drifting moments still caught between sleeping and awake. I like to imagine what he's been dreaming about as I reach back and stroke him against my ass— what new flavor of the feminine has entered his unconscious during the night—a dark, exotic beauty; a long, slender blonde, some cool drink of water; or maybe a curvy, fiery redhead like me? 

It's an awkward angle for me to do for very long, and sometimes he takes his cock in his hand and rubs it up and down the crack of my ass, or just moves the head against the soft skin of my cheek. Once in a while, if I've forgotten and worn panties to bed, I'll curl my arm behind my back and pull my panties up tight. He loves to see me "bound" that way, even just the suggestion, my wrist twisted in the material and resting against my lower back, my bikini panties pulled taut and thin as a thong between my cheeks. 

There are mornings when he feels more urgent, when he grabs my hips and shoves his cock between my ass cheeks, rubbing it there, hard. Those mornings he will press into me and stroke his cock against my ass, his breath coming faster against my neck, his cock an iron bar, his hand pistoning up and down his shaft. I love listening to the sweet flesh music of his hand on his cock. It makes me moan and wiggle against him as I reach back to spread my ass for him (god, he loves that!) and arch my back so he can aim his cock at the tender little rosebud of my asshole. That usually sends him over the edge, my hands opening myself to him that way, and he will grunt and thrust and spill his cum deep into the crack of my ass. 

Those are the days I really need a shower. 

I am the queen of fast showers, with a litany of things to do today already running through my head. He is a shower lingerer, just standing for long moments under the water, soap in hand, while I am all-business, scrubbing and rinsing and shaving in record time. 

Sometimes he can get me to linger with him, distract me from the endless lists of stuff to accomplish in my head. That's where it really started, although I recognize it now as a progression from our early morning ass stroking sessions. It happened more on mornings when he was still excited, those mornings he didn't masturbate to completion in our bed, those mornings when his cock revived the minute soap and water were applied. 

Those mornings he would take my hand and put it on his cock as he washed it, slick and hard and throbbing, something he knew never failed to interest me. I couldn't often resist a hard cock thrusting into my hand, even when there were other things to do. 

Still, I would protest. "Jack, we can't. I forgot to make lunches last night."

"How about a little breakfast first?" He would kiss me and then rub his fingers over my lips and I would know immediately what he wanted. 

I loved sucking him off in the shower, although I didn't often get the opportunity. I loved kneeling in the needling spray, gulping down his cock and his cum, nearly drowning in the cascade of water over my head as he shoved himself into my mouth. My pussy gets wet just thinking about it. 

"Jack, we can't, really." I would tell him, finishing rinsing my hair.

"Then just let me stroke myself against your ass." 

And that's how it started, me bent over in the shower, my hands braced against the tile, my legs spread, the hot water running over my ass as he kneaded my flesh, spreading my cheeks open and rubbing his cock up and down my slit, teasing my pussy and my clit, before he began stroking himself right against my asshole. 

But it didn't end there. Oh, no. That's just where it started. One morning, he put his finger there, a gentle probing, a tickling tease. I shied away at first, embarrassed. For me, there was a grave difference between his cock, which seemed enormous against that tiny hole when he stroked it there, and his finger, which seemed to have a sly intention. Of course, I was right. 

His finger, slippery with the soap he was using to lubricate his cock, slid into my asshole. When I hissed at him and told him no, he didn't take it out. Instead, he slid in another, increasing the pressure.

"Shh, Shawnie, it's ok," he murmured to me, using the diminutive form of my name as a comfort measure as his fingers moved, slow, in and out. 

"Jack!" I squealed as his fingers moved a little deeper. My face was flushed, and not just from the heat of the water in the shower. "That's... that's nasty!"

He chuckled, sliding his other hand between my legs, teasing my clit with one finger just the way he knew I loved. I moaned and arched my back, forgetting about what he was doing in my asshole for the moment. 

"Does it feel nasty?" he asked me, rubbing my clit and fucking, yes, he was fucking my asshole in a slow, easy motion and I was caught wiggling between shame and pleasure.

That first time, shame won out. I pulled away from him and got right out of the shower, drying off and not answering his calls, even when he stuck his head around the curtain. 

When we talked about it later that night, as we were falling asleep, I blushed red again, telling him I didn't want to do anything like it, and that if he insisted on pushing it, we could just shower alone—but the threat sounded hollow, even to me.

And it was. It was only a week or so before he did it again, slipping his finger into my asshole as I was bent over in the shower. This time he had waited, getting me fully aroused before beginning his gentle inquiry. That time, I didn't get out of the shower, and he came all over me with his fingers buried deep inside my ass.

The next time, I came so hard my ears were ringing, rubbing my own clit as he fingered my ass and pussy all at once. That time I turned around and sucked him off, as eager to have his cum as he was to give it to me. 

The time after that, we crossed into entirely new and frightening territory. I was used to his fingers now, two, sometimes three of them fucking me at once. I liked rocking against him as he fingered my pussy and my ass together, filling me completely. 

When he pressed the head of his cock against the tight ring of my asshole, however, that's where I drew the line. Again, I hurried out of the shower right away, dried off and ignored him for the rest of the morning, no matter what he said. It wasn't until late that night, the darkness providing enough cover for my shame, that I told him how scared I was, and he held me and rocked me and told me how much he loved me.

And that's how I got here—my ass in the air, my cheek resting against the cool sheet, two bottles of K-Y on the bed and Jack kneeling behind me, his cock slick and aimed toward a place I never would have believed I could let him enter. 

"Wait, wait, wait!" My hands press his thighs, my eyes closed tight. The head of his cock is positioned right there. I am tense and I can't seem to let go. 

"It's ok, baby," he says as he just rubs me there, a familiar feeling. I let myself relax a little, enjoying the feel of his KY-slick fingers stroking my tender flesh.

"Ok, ok." I arch my back, taking a deep breath. I feel him press the head of his cock there again. The tip of him is easy at first as it meets my soft, puckered opening, but then his engorged flesh seems to stiffen and strengthen, coming up against a tight band of resistance. "Ohhhh wait, wait!" 

He stops, but he doesn't pull back this time. I can feel my own refusal, my whole body a bright red, flashing neon "No!" 

"Play with yourself," he says, his hands gripping my hips now, his cock pressed tight against my asshole. He's not giving up an inch, now. 

I reach between my legs, my fingers parting my lips, shaved smooth, like everything else, just for the occasion. In spite of my fear, my pussy is swollen, wet, my fingers slide easily among the delicate folds. 

"You have such a beautiful cunt," he says, and I know he is watching me finger myself. I circle my clit with my index finger, large circles that begin to grow smaller, zeroing in at a slow, steady pace. A familiar tingling begins between my legs and I lose myself in the sensation, working my fingers faster now, my breath hot against the sheet. 

Jack pushes in a little further and I gasp and moan. "Ohhhh no, honey! Wait, wait, please!" I am begging him.

"Don't stop touching yourself." He pushes in a little harder.

I writhe beneath him. "Ohhh baby, honey, god, I can't take it! I can't take that much, please!" His cock feels three times its normal size. I can feel my body rejecting him, wanting to expel him, find a way out of this. "Ohh Jack, oh my god, please!" 

"It's ok." He is panting, as if what he is doing requires a great deal of effort. I don't know if it's the holding back, or the pushing in. "Keep rubbing that sweet little clit."

I do, my fingers a sweet distraction from the hot throbbing steel rod pressing into my behind. "Oh please, please, please, please, please." I am begging him, and I don't even know what for. Some sort of release.

"Just a little more," he whispers and I feel a slight pop as my ass opens to accept the entire head of his cock.

"Ahhhh god!" I am shaking, my face flushed. "No more, I can't!"

"That was the hardest part." His hands stroke my ass, my hips. 

My body begins to adjust to the feeling of his cock stretching me open in places it isn't used to being stretched. "Go slow. Please. Slow."

"Ok." His voice is a whisper, and he pulls on my hips, giving himself some leverage. 

"Slow, slow, slow!" I can feel him pressing deeper into me, the thin, tight band of flesh that had kept him at bay had now been pushed past, over the swell of him. He had a straight shot toward my center now. 

"Jack, ohhhh god, it's so much!" I can't believe how vast he feels in me. 

"Can you take more?" He squeezes my hips, his hands holding me steady.

"Yes." I breathe it into the bed. "Yes. Go ahead." He gets himself another inch, maybe two. "Wait, wait!"

"Does it hurt?" he asks.

I shake my head, panting with the effort to take him into me. "No. I just... I have to get used to feeling it. So full." 

"More?" he asks, his hips rocking a little.

"Yes." I press back against him now, aching to feel the saddle of his hips against my ass. "Come on, that's it. Deeper. Is there more? Yeahhh, I can take it, baby. All the way in me."

Jack moans as he sinks into my flesh, buried now, to the hilt. 

"You're in my ass." I am filled with wonder. "Oh my god."

"I'm gonna fuck your ass," he says, and his voice sends a shiver through me. 

"Oh, honey, easy!" My mind has only gotten wrapped around the idea of penetration—I haven't made it to the idea of being fucked yet. 

The delicate flesh around my asshole flowers open as he begins to pull back, easing almost all the way out of me. I can feel the tip of him, the ridge that had felt so impossible, easing out, and then back in. 

"Slowwwww." My thighs are shaking. "Ohh honey, please, please."

He is moving now, in and out of my ass. "Oh, it's so tight. Shawn your ass is so tight!" 

"Do you like it?" I press back against him, feeling how hard he is inside of me. "Do you like fucking my ass?"

He groans, driving harder against me, and I meet his thrust, rocking against him. I love the feel of him grinding into me, the sound of his grunts and moans. His lust, his pleasure, sends me soaring, and my fingers begin to move faster and faster over my clit.

"Harder," I whimper, my fingers wet and slick with my juices as I circle my clit. "Ohh, please, fuck me harder!" 

He does, his balls slapping against my pussy, his fingers using the bones of my pelvis like hand grips, pulling me back to him again and again. I love feeling him ram into me with such force, with a slick, wild abandon that leaves me panting and moaning. 

"Oh, fuck my ass!" I can feel my orgasm building, his cock a driving force against my ass, my fingers working my little clit for all I'm worth. "I want you to cum in my ass!"

He groans at the words, and I can feel him beginning to let go, his movements filled with purpose and longing now, heading toward an ecstatic finish line. 

"Oooo baby, you're gonna make me cum!" I arch my back and bury my fingers in my pussy as I cum, my thumb still rubbing on my clit, sending sweet waves through my body as I buck and writhe beneath him.

He is just behind me, sliding me forward onto the bed, my knees collapsing as he plunges into my ass with all of his weight. His whole body shudders against the length of mine, his cock a throbbing wet pulse as he spills wave after wave of his cum into my depths.

When I am later tucked against him, my bottom still throbbing, I don't wonder any more how I got here as he pets me and holds me and kisses my forehead, still flushed and sweat-dampened. For once I don't feel rushed or out of time. As I look back at our journey toward this moment, I know just how I got here, and I am filled with him, and I feel complete. 

Unfolding Ch. 02



Author's Note: This is part two of "Unfolding," which you can find in the Text With Audio section of Literotica. It isn't necessary to read/listen to the first to understand the second—but it would be fun! Enjoy!

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By the time Jack and I crawl into bed, most nights all we want to do is sleep. He works so hard, three jobs (well, two and a half) and between the kids and my job and the housework, I feel like I have three jobs, myself. 

Sex becomes like an after thought when we get so occupied with the daily rhythm of life. There are nights when I'm very willing, but my body ends up in a tug-o-war between lust and exhaustion until I slip off into sleep with my legs entwined with his, our breath the only thing mingling in the darkness.

Lately, though, I feel like some young teenager when it comes to sex. I can't get enough, and I'm not sure I can explain it. If someone in my past had ever told me that one day I would be begging my husband to put his cock in my ass, I would have laughed until I peed my pants. Yet, that's what I find myself doing. 

I've joked that we should buy stock in K-Y—we have two tubes in both night table drawers and one in both bathrooms. I even put one in the living room end table drawer under a bunch of old copies of Reader's Digest after that time I ended up bent over the coffee table and one of us had to run back to the closest bathroom to get the K-Y.

Of course, Jack isn't complaining. He's always up for sex, it seems, even if he's tired. I don't know how guys do that. He's been very willing to comply with my requests—and I've been requesting a lot. 

In fact, I've been craving it so much that I got worried and started asking my friend, Jody, about how often she and her husband have sex—and if that sex might include something other than the usual?

I probably shouldn't have. The gist of our conversation gave me the impression that the only women who do anal sex do it for their husband's sake, and 'normal' women don't really get any pleasure from it. 

So why am I finding myself with my bottom in the air, begging Jack to put his cock in my ass more often than not? 

I don't know that I can quite describe my desire for it—or even justify it—as if that's really necessary. It turns Jack on and it turns me on. That should be more than enough to make it acceptable. Yet, I feel so strange, wanting it, but I'm compelled. I've spent a lot of time trying to figure out what it is that appeals to me about it. 

My friend, Jody, says, "That's an 'exit only' hole, baby!" That perked me right up. Maybe that's part of it? It's something so taboo, a "not supposed to." It that sense, it's a rebellion, right? So, what am I rebelling against? I asked Jack the other night if he thought I was a rebel and he laughed. Pretty telling. Is that it, then?

The other night, after I had tucked the little ones in and finished the dinner dishes, I went and took a bath. Jack was in the living room on his laptop, trying to get some work done at home. I soaked in the tub and drifted, thinking about his cock in my ass. 

What was it that made me want it so much? My pussy ached at the thought. I fingered my clit, back and forth, remembering him fucking me, hard and deep. It wasn't the heat of the water that made me so flushed—it was remembering how he pounded me, made me beg, scream, cum...

I wanted his cock in my ass. My finger on my clit wasn't anywhere near enough. I couldn't deny it. When I came out of the bathroom, I was wearing nothing but a little smile. It seemed to get his attention. 

When I went over to the end table and dug under the Reader's Digests for the K-Y, his eyes brightened. I tossed the white tube on the coffee table, put a couch cushion on the floor, and knelt on it. Without a word, I went to my hands and knees and presented my ass to him. I heard him whistle, long and low, but I didn't move. 

My breath was coming fast and shallow. My ass up in the air felt cool and it was tingling. I heard him closing his laptop, moving it aside, standing. Still, I waited, feeling that tingling spreading through my pelvis. I felt dizzy and weak when I heard him unzipping his pants.

"Spread your ass open for me." His voice was low. Commanding. I reached both hands back, going down to the floor on my shoulders, and opened myself to him, using my fingers to spread my cheek as wide as I could. He groaned, and I heard the sound of his hand stroking his cock. I didn't look, though. I just kept my eyes closed, waiting. 

I let out a satisfied sigh when he knelt between my thighs. His hands pushed mine away, kneading the flesh of my ass, opening and closing my cheeks, making my little asshole wink at him. I could imagine the lust in his eyes and it made my toes curl. My pussy was a throbbing mound of heat. 

"What do you want?" he asked, using his finger to slide along my slit. I was already wet. 

"Your cock," I murmured. This was a game we had started to play ever since he had caught on to how much I loved his cock in my ass, and it made my breath come even faster.

"Where?" he asked as he rubbed my clit, making me shiver. He slid a finger inside of my pussy. "Here?"

"Nooooo." My voice was just above a whisper. I couldn't help rocking my hips against his hand, squeezing my pussy muscles around him. 

"Where?" he asked. I moaned when I felt him touch my asshole with the tip of his finger, probing just a little. "Here?" 

"Yessss!" I hissed, wiggling back, arching. 

"Are you sure?" I could hear his smile. 

His fingers were spreading my pussy lips, and I knew I was wet enough for the curly red hair between my legs to be glistening with my juices. I could feel his breath on my thighs as he kissed my thighs, my ass.

"Are you sure you wouldn't rather have my tongue?" he asked, slipping it between my lips. I groaned, feeling him sucking gently at my clit. It was pulsing between his lips, a swollen, tender thing. He knew just what I liked, licking me in wide, flat sweeps now, again and again, making me gasp. 

"Jack, please," I begged. I was yearning for him inside of me, filling me. 

"Are you sure?" he murmured, teasing me, before he stuck his tongue deep into my pussy. I moaned, feeling his nose pressed against my little asshole. God, that felt good!

"Here," I whispered, pressing my flushed cheek to the carpet as I reached my finger around to show him, gently stroking my asshole. "Please."

"Mmm." The hum of his lips against my pussy made me shiver. I knew he was watching me rub my pink, puckered hole. 

"Here?" he asked.

I jumped when I felt his tongue slip up to replace my finger. 

"Jack!" I gasped. He grabbed my hips to keep me from moving away, licking my asshole in little circles. I groaned, hiding my face in my arms. Considering my current enthusiasm, I'd managed to get past most of the shame and my own prudence when it came to having his cock in my ass—but his tongue!?

"Jack, don't," I whispered, but even as I said it, I arched my back for more. God, his tongue! He was just licking the sensitive, furrowed skin there, round and round the hole. The sensation made me weak and dazed with lust. My clit responded, even though his tongue was pressing into my ass, as if it were being licked, too. I could feel the wet heat of his saliva dripping between my pussy lips.

"Do you really want me to stop?" he paused to ask, his thumb finding my aching clit. I shuddered, letting out a deep sigh. 

"No." I could feel my cheeks flush at my admission. He chuckled, but he put his tongue there, more eager now, using the flat of his tongue, wiggling it back and forth over the soft crease. I groaned, rocking a little, my nipples grazing the carpet. His thumb on my clit never stopped either, rubbing in steady circles. 

"God!" I cried when I felt him make his tongue stiff, probing a little into my ass. Then he was lapping at me, again and again, faster and faster. His tongue was relentless, licking over and over that wrinkled little orifice, sending delicious waves of pleasure coursing through me. 

"Baby, you're gonna make me cum," I warned, but it just made him work faster, thumb rubbing, tongue licking, the sounds of encouragement in his throat sending me closer and closer to the edge. I tried, wanting the sensation to last forever, but I couldn't hold back. I shuddered against him, moaning loud and long, my toes curling as I came, writhing and convulsing on the living room floor. 

"Don't move," he said, his hands on my hips, holding me, sensing my desire to collapse. I didn't, managing to stay up on my knees, the world of light and sound fading in and out now with the beat of my pulse. 

I saw him grab the tube of K-Y off the table out of the corner of my eye, and then I heard the slick sound of him stroking his cock with some. That made me groan, imagining his hand shuttling along the stiff length of him.

He squeezed some K-Y against my asshole. Oooo!—so cold compared to the warm, wetness of his tongue. That I had that frame of reference now made me flush again. He used his finger to work it, slow and easy, around that softly grooved passage, and then pressed it inside. I could tell when he switched from one finger to two, knowing the sensation of being stretched further and accommodating just a little more flesh. 

I waited, patient, while he twisted and turned his fingers in me, probing deeper into that humid cleft, and then deeper still, until I was taking them completely. 

"What do you want?" he asked again, and I smiled when I felt the head of his cock resting, throbbing, against the flexed, dimpled hole of my ass.

"Your cock," I whispered, my eyes still closed, lost in my own anticipation.

"Where?"

"My ass," I replied, squeezing the top of his cock, trying to capture it with that winking, crinkled hole. "I want your cock in my ass."

He groaned, then, and I felt him adjusting his position behind me for leverage, grabbing my hips as he pressed slowly in. I was used to this now, and knew just what to expect. I breathed deeper, down into my belly. My ass was tight, even after weeks of being fucked like this, and I still had to work to relax everything in my pelvic region. I knew made it so much easier for him to get it in.

My ass never gave any indication that it wanted him. My pussy, on the other hand, was always accommodating, trying to suck him right in the minute he presented himself at entrance. My ass, though, stayed clenched, like a pursed pair of lips refusing a bite of something bitter. I could never just receive him, the way I did when he slid inside of my pussy. I had to consciously work at surrendering to the force of his cock. 

"Wait," I whispered, feeling the maximum stretch now, the head of him spreading me open, seeking full entrance. It took so much trust for me to let him in the deepest, most secret parts of me. And yet, I wanted it like I'd never wanted anything else. I wanted his cock to probe those unseen depths, to open me beyond where I thought I could ever be opened. 

"Ok," I breathed, and he pressed in again, responding to me, my movements, my voice, my noises. We both groaned when he slid his cock head past that tight ring of sphincter muscle, knowing that I'd really given it up now. I was his—now it was just a matter of time. 

He slid the length steadily inward, and I marveled at how huge he felt, how that tiny hole stretched to accommodate him. I had knelt in the tub several times these past few weeks, putting my own finger there, feeling its tightness and how different from my pussy it really was, awed by my own ability to open to him. 

And I was opening, more and more, as he began to slide in and out, going easy with me. At first the sensation was centered at the place of greatest expansion—that constricted ring of muscle hugging his cock—but as he moved, and things began to loosen up, I became aware of him inside of me, plunging further and further into my depths. 

"Ok?" Jack gasped, and I heard the pleasure in his voice. 

What was it like to have something so tightly constricted, a band of heated muscle, sliding up and down the length of your cock? The difference in our experience was highlighted again for me in that moment, as I reached for the aching bud of my clit, rubbing it in easy circles. Between Jack's saliva, the KY and my own juices, I was literally soaking wet and my pussy made a sweet, wet noise as I touched myself.

"More," I murmured, giving him my assent. I had learned that I didn't just like my ass fucked—I liked it fucked hard—the harder the better. 

He grabbed my hips and thrust himself into my center, making me moan and circle my throbbing clit a little bit faster. When he went deep like this, his cock rubbed some secret place buried deep in me. When he rocked there, it was like scratching some urgent itch I didn't even know I'd had. 

"Harder," I gasped, reaching my other hand back for his hip, his thigh, wanting to shove him into me. Sensing my eagerness, he grabbed my ass and began, using all of his weight to drive into me, half-strokes, rubbing against that spot again and again. I didn't know if he knew about it—I had never told him—but he seemed attuned to my responses whenever he fucked me like this. 

"Oh god," I moaned, the momentum of our fucking pushing me slowly off the cushion under me. I would have rug burn on my knees for a week. He was driving me forward, slapping into me, using his leverage to push in deeper than I thought possible, grunting with every motion. 

"Oh fuck! Don't stop!" I cried, my fingers moving like lightning against my clit, feeling that delicious pressure inside of me building. 

"I can't," he replied with a groan, and that made me moan, too, feeling his cock like a steel rod, coring me to a searing hot depth that went far deeper than my own belly. My pussy was quivering, on the verge, but my ass was on fire—a feverish, clutching tunnel of muscle pushing at him even as he drove inward. 

"Fuck!" I screamed, not caring about the kids or anyone hearing, lost in the sensation of being filled completely. Jack was sweating and so was I, the wet slap of us together the only persistent sound in the room as he fucked me and fucked me until I was gasping and begging and biting my own arm to keep from screaming any more. 

"Oh baby," I moaned, arching my back to urge him in at just the right angle. "Oh god, oh god, oh baby, god!" I'm not a religious person, and I don't know if there is a god, but I think I felt him in that moment, when the sensations in my pussy and my ass met and converged into one humming vibration—and then burst, like a delicious stream, flowing out in a rippling, pulsing gush, like I had become the heartbeat of the world. 

Jack growled and swore, too, piercing me to my core with his last thrust. I could feel the swell of him as he came, the endless waves surging along the underside of his cock, right past the tight band of muscle still hugging his shaft, and spilling into my ass, filling my deepest recesses with white hot fluid. 

I groaned when he slid his cock out of me, at the tenderness of my flesh, and the aching hole he left when he went. He collapsed beside me on the floor, gasping for breath, looking at me through half-closed eyes. It took him somewhere, too, I thought. I didn't know if it was the same place—but I knew I loved going there. 

"I need another bath," I murmured, resting my flushed cheek against my arm as I looked at him. 

He smiled. "Yeah, let's get all clean again, so I can lick your little asshole some more."

I flushed, closing my eyes. What was it that I loved so much about being touched there? In the transition from passion to composure, I found myself wondering, curious, and more than a little awed by my own need. 

I didn't know what it was. 

I realized that could analyze it from now until the end of time, and I still might never know. The only thing that I could really know was... that I wanted it. 

I gave Jack a dreamy smile as my ass quivered and I felt his cum slipping down my slit, knowing that I didn't want to think about it anymore. 

I just wanted to feel it, stiff and throbbing and filling me, taking me to places I had once only imagined. That was enough. More than enough.



Unfolding Ch. 03



When Jack said, "We're taking a vacation," I just stared at him like he had three heads. Vacation? What was that? We hadn't taken time off or gone anywhere alone since before the kids were born. Who would take care of the house, the dog, the kids, water the plants, how would we get time off work?

"Tomorrow," Jack said, hiding a grin behind his coffee mug. 

I turned from the dishwasher, standing there dripping water from a plate onto the floor, open-mouthed. 

"It's all arranged," he said. "We're not going far. Friday through Sunday, so we don't have to take time off work."

"The kids—" I started, but he shook his head, really grinning now.

"All handled, I told you," he said. His eyes were shining. "All you need to do is pack."

I put the plate in the dishwasher, grabbing a towel to wipe up the floor, absorbing everything he had said. It wasn't like Jack to be spontaneous or cryptic. I was both excited and anxious, and when I looked up from the floor, he was still grinning.

"What kind of weather do I pack for?" I asked faintly. 

Standing, he stretched and winked at me. "If I were you, I'd pack a lot of underwear."

I could feel a heat creeping through my chest as his dark eyes met mine and I fully understood his meaning. 

He turned to go out to the living room and said over his shoulder, "Oh, there's a little present for you upstairs on the bed."

It was in a huge round black velvet-covered box—almost like a hat box—except what I found inside wasn't hats. There were four different panty and bra sets—black, red, white and pink. There were also thigh highs to match, including a pair of black fishnets that caught my eye and made my breath catch. So this is what he meant by underwear. There was also a pair of black, four inch high heels.

The real surprise was at the bottom of the box—a clear gel-like rabbit vibrator, a glass/latex butt plug, and five tubes of K-Y. Five! I sat on the bed, pressing my hands to my cheeks to cool them. My pussy twinged and my ass clenched. Now I knew why it didn't matter where we were going, or that we weren't going far. We were obviously not going to leave the room very much! 

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I didn't carry the velvet hatbox into the hotel. I packed everything into my rolling bag, including the new toys and the KY. (I was careful to seal those in two Ziploc bags, just in case!) I was wearing an outfit that Jack had requested before we left, a white t-shirt and a black skirt that didn't quite come my knees—no bra, no stockings and no panties. 

Rolling my bag behind me, I felt completely naked, my four inch heels clicking on the tile as we paused to check in. I felt a little like Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman, minus the blonde Cleopatra wig, as I followed Jack in his suit up to the counter. I couldn't count the looks I'd gotten on the way in, and it was only about seventy feet from the valet to the desk.

"Here you are, Mr. Thompson." The young clerk handed Jack two pass cards. His eyes were on my chest, and I knew my nipples were hard after coming in from the heat into the air conditioning. "I hope you and your lovely wife have a nice stay."

I smiled, flushing. "Thanks."

Jack slipped his arm around my waist, steering me toward the elevators. Upstairs, he told me to go into the bathroom and change.

"What color?" I asked with a smile rolling my bag behind me.

He sat on the bed, contemplating. "Come here." He crooked his finger at me. 

I walked over to the bed, still getting used to the height of the heels, and stopped in front of him. Pulling me between his thighs, his hands ran up the smooth, bare skin of my legs, under my skirt, squeezing my ass.

"Ready for your vacation?" he murmured, resting his chin on my belly and looking up at me. 

"I'm not sure," I replied, biting my lip. "I still don't know what you have in mind."

He smiled. "I'm going to fuck you until you can't walk out that door. They'll have to bring in an ambulance with an IV just to re-hydrate you."

"Really?" I gasped, feeling his fingers working between my pussy lips, seeking the moist heat there.  

"But I'm not just going to fuck this pretty little cunt," he murmured, slipping his fingers inside and forcing my thighs a little further apart. I gasped and wiggled, feeling speared on his hand between my legs. Then, he moved his fingers, dragging the wetness with him through the crack of my ass.

"I'm going to fuck this hot, tight little asshole," he growled, searching for and finding that soft, humid crease, sliding one finger into my ass, making me moan. "We're going to use every bottle of KY that we brought and have to go buy more."

"Are you ready for that?" His finger moved in and out of my ass, up to the first knuckle, his eyes on mine. I nodded, gasping, clenching my ass and squeezing his finger. 

"Yes," I moaned, spreading my legs as wide as my skirt would allow. 

"Good," he said with a grin and I groaned when he slid his finger out. "Go get changed. Black bra, white panties, black fishnets, and the shoes."

I stumbled back, catching myself on one of the dressers and grabbing the handle of my bag, rolling it with me into the bathroom. My hands trembled as I pulled out the clothes he requested, wondering at it. The panties were just white cotton with a lace edging and a little satin bow on the front. The bra, however, was a black lace thing that just screamed "whore." 

It seemed a strange combination, but I put it all on, glancing at myself in the mirror over the sink. It was a three-way thing, and I could see myself from every angle as I turned, red curls falling around my flushed cheeks as I made my adjustments. 

When I came out of the bedroom, he was naked on the bed, a few pillows tucked behind his head. His eyes lit up when he saw me and he let out a low whistle. 

"Where's the KY?" he asked. 

I smiled, bringing the bag out from behind my back. I was more than ready. I tossed it toward him and he caught it, opening the Ziploc bags and fishing out the tubes. 

He threw one back at me. "For the bathroom. Leave it on the counter."

I walked back to the bathroom, still just a little unsteady in the heels, peeking around the corner to put the KY next to the sink. When I turned back, Jack was pacing, tossing pillows around the room. He threw a bottle of KY next to the two pillows on the floor, one on each side of the bed. He put one on each night table.

"What are you doing?" I asked, putting my hands on my hips and cocking my head at him.

"Tactical maneuvers," he murmured, looking over at me with a grin. "Reinforcing my supply lines."

I laughed, shaking my head. He sat on the bed, crooking his finger at me again, and with a sense of deja-vu, I came to stand between his thighs. His hands moved over my hips in the white cotton panties and then slid up to my breasts in the black lace bra, pushing my flesh up until it threatened to spill over the top.

"Angel and slut," he said, his breath hot against my belly as he kissed me there, and I finally understood his choice in garments. His thumbs rolled over my nipples through the lace and I sighed, arching my back toward him. He licked them through the fabric, making fat circles around and around. 

Slipping my hand through his hair, I pulled him closer, moving forward and sitting on his leg, rubbing my pussy over his thigh. I'd been wearing the panties less than five minutes and they were already damp. His cock was hard, brushing against the lace top of my thigh high as I ground my hips against him—the heat of it was incredible.

I reached down and tugged on his shaft, rubbing my thumb over the tip, making him groan against my breasts with his face buried there. Slowly, I slid down his thigh, kneeling between his legs and looking up at him. His cock was pointing straight at my mouth, as if it knew just what it wanted, and I reached my tongue out for it, licking all around the tip, making it wet. 

Jack made a happy noise in his throat, looking down to see himself disappearing into my mouth. I loved sucking his cock, and I knew just what he liked, teasing and licking and even nibbling at first, just at the tip, until he started leaking pre-cum. Then I opened my mouth wide, taking him in as far as I could go, usually about halfway at first, working him deeper and deeper with every pass.

I put my hands behind my back as I sucked him, crossing my arms at the wrists. It was my version of "see, no hands!" and he loved it, grabbing my hair, growling and thrusting, using my mouth and throat for his pleasure. There were times when I could, and did, do this for hours, in various positions, bringing him to a near-boiling point again and again, only to back off for a while, licking his thighs, his balls, his belly, and then starting all over. 

Today, though, he clearly had other things in mind, because he grabbed my hair, pulling my lips off his cock. It made a wet pop when it came out of my mouth, and I reached for it with my tongue, whimpering, still wanting that thick thrust in my throat.

"Hungry little slut," he murmured with a smile, taking his cock and rubbing it over my eager lips and tongue. "Is your pussy hungry, too?"

I moaned, nodding, touching the crotch of my panties. They weren't damp anymore—they were soaked. 

"I know what else is hungry," he murmured, pulling me to standing. Still wearing the heels, I wavered a little as he stood, turning me and pushing me face forward onto the bed. He spread my thighs wider and then I could feel his hands on my ass, running over the white cotton panties, squeezing the firm, rounded globes of my cheeks.

"You've got a hungry little asshole, don't you, baby?" he whispered, and I moaned when he used his palms to spread my cheeks wide, the panties slipping between the crack. There was something so wicked about it. The shock of it was part of what made it so appealing.

"Oh, god!" I cried, feeling his mouth between my ass cheeks, through my panties, nosing and rutting and growling as he buried his face there. His chin dug into the crotch of my panties, rubbing against my pussy, and I could feel his tongue lapping, making the already wet material even wetter, working over the delicate, grooved skin of my asshole.

"Up," he said, pulling on my hips until I was on my knees, my face buried in my arms. I still wasn't quite used to feeling his tongue against the sensitive flesh of my ass, and I found myself caught somewhere between shame and pleasure.

He tugged my panties down to my knees, his fingers moving through the soft, wiry red hair of my pussy, parting my lips. They were swollen open as if they were aching to be parted. My clit was hiding, pulled up high under its fleshy hood like it always did when I was very excited, as if it wanted to be teased out. 

Jack found it, moving his fingers in soft, slow circles around, and I could feel his breath on my thigh and my ass. I rocked back against him, down on my forearms on the bed, my breasts swaying and my nipples grazing the bedspread. He teased my clit for a while, feathering kisses over my bottom until I was moaning and trembling under his hands.

"Ready for your vacation?" Jack murmured, kneeling up between my legs. He slid his cock between my lips, up and down, working the fat head through my flesh. I gasped when he shoved into me, my pussy opening easily, slippery wet, sucking him in. 

He pumped into me a few times, his hands on my hips, moaning when I squeezed my muscles around the thick length of him.

"Gonna take you far, far away," he breathed, slipping his cock out and using it to slap my asshole. I jumped, whimpering, and he did it again, a hard, flat sound, the head of his cock thwapping against that little wrinkled opening. 

"Yes," I whispered, my body responding, Pavlovian, when I heard the sound of the KY tube snapping open. There was the slick sound of him pumping it over his cock, and then a cold daub between my cheeks. His fingers rubbed it over the furrowed skin there, round and round, but didn't slip inside.

"Can you take me?" he asked, pressing the head of his cock against my flexed, puckered hole. I could feel my body tense. He had never tried to slide into me without easing the way at least a little first, with a finger or two or three.

"I don't know," I said, my face still buried in my arms. 

He used his fingers to press the spongy head of his cock into the tight, closed aperture of my ass. I took a deep breath, realizing that I'd been holding it, knowing he would never get in if I didn't relax. 

"Jack," I moaned, my toes curling and my fists clenching as he pushed a little deeper into the grooved passageway, the head of his cock meeting that snug band of muscle inside. I could feel it burning a little as it stretched taut and I bit my arm, closing my eyes tight. 

"You can do it," he murmured, his hands stroking my ass, a tender caress. 

He was demanding entrance, a thick steel heat throbbing as he nudged his way through that slowly relenting orifice. The winking eye of my asshole was stretched wide around his cock, and I realized that I was taking him in, surrendering to the strain and force and weight of him as he pushed, inch by inch, into the dimpled cavity of my ass.

"There it is," he murmured as we both felt my asshole concede, submitting to him with a slick "pop," that hot band of muscle snug around his shaft now. I had acquiesced, waved the white flag—I was his. 

But that was only the beginning. It was a long way from tip to base, the journey of a lifetime, inch by inch, step by step, and I moaned and writhed the whole way as he pushed his thick length deeper and deeper into me, seeking the darkest, most intimate parts of me as he did. And I gave them to him, bit by humbling bit, my skin stretched to screaming while my body ached to be filled.

When he was in, balls-deep and trembling, his fingers gripping my hips, I sighed as if he had just revealed something, a long-kept secret, and knew that now, I could fly. That's what it felt like when he began, my ass still pushing at him to "go!" even with the slick and slippery way we had made. It was against everything, it shouldn't have been possible, and yet it was. I could fly.

He started fucking me, pulling me back onto him while he pushed in, finding more room to move. I moaned when he changed angles, thrusting up for a while, and then in deep. He pressed my hips to the bed, my ass cradling him as he laid his full weight on me and thrust, leaving me breathless and trembling.

"Come here," he said, sliding his cock out of my ass. I groaned, looking back at him in panic. I had never had him out of me and then back in again. Could I take him? He slid my hips back and back, until my knees were at the edge of the bed. He gave me a pillow to hold onto, and I did, as I heard the cap to the KY again, just in case. 

He was standing behind me, his cock poised and throbbing against my now gaping asshole. I could feel how open it was for him, how he had made it yield. He slid back in without any effort, seeking a core depth that I didn't think was possible. He had more leverage now, standing behind me, and he drove into me hard, my body rocking with the shock of the motion. 

"Oh god," I cried, wiggling my hand between my legs, finding my sopping pussy, my throbbing clit. He was a force of nature, the impact of his hips jolting me alive, sending hot tingling sparks up my spine. I could feel everything—the way my asshole flexed and pushed at him, the fat swell of his cock as he fucked me, the bruising grip on my hips, the slow, spiral upward that was my climax. 

I felt myself floating toward it, nearing an edge that I knew I was going to sail over. He was grunting and thrusting into me, using his cock to impale me deeper, harder, the tip of him so lost in that dark tunnel that I didn't know where we began or ended. I was whimpering, moaning, thrashing, rubbing my clit, making fast circles against my flesh. 

"Jack!" I cried as he dug even deeper—fuck!—spearing me, driving me forward a little on the bed. I lost one of my shoes and it dropped to the floor with a thud as he sent me forward again, again, pulling me back with his hands on my hips, taking me and fucking me until I couldn't see straight, think straight—I was just his, lost in the sensation of us.

"Now we're getting there," he growled, giving me long, full strokes now, tip to tail, grunting with every one. 

"There," I moaned, my fingers finding the secret code, unlocking the sweet release that lay buried somewhere under the little bud of flesh between my thighs. "I'm there, oh Jack, I'm there!"

And I was, twisting and moaning at my peak, soaring off the edge and riding the swells as I came. My pussy contracted, that tight, fast flutter, but my ass pushed at him, "out, out!" and he groaned when that taut band of muscle ringed the head of his cock. He was there, too, and I could feel him rolling with it, his hips bucking forward with the surge, white hot bursts deep into my belly, like flashing images in my mind, again and again.

When he eased himself out of me, I collapsed onto my belly on the bed, my white cotton panties around my knees, still wearing everything but the shoes. Jack climbed over me, sliding up next to me with a groan. 

"Where are we?" I murmured, turning so that I could snuggle up against him. 

He smiled, his eyes still closed. "Does it matter?"

I touched my trembling palm to his and realized that it didn't matter at all.  



Unfolding Ch. 04



"Jack, the door!" I went to stand up fully, unclasping my hands from where they were wrapped around my ankles.

"No!" he cried, pressing my head back down until my nose nearly touched my shins. "Stay there. I ordered room service while you were in the bathroom."

"Jack!" I moaned, knowing that when he opened the door, the waiter would see me jackknifed in front of the bed, wearing only a pair of black fishnets and four-inch heels, my ass filled with a clear butt plug and my pussy swollen and dripping wet underneath. I was just glad that I could hide my red face behind my legs.

"Hi, bring it on in," Jack said, and the words made my heart lurch and my belly clench. My first instinct was to run, to cover myself, but I fought it, feeling even more blood fill my face. 

The dishes on the tray clattered as the cart—and the person pushing it, I presumed—moved into the room. I was lightheaded enough already from being upside-down, but now I really felt faint.

"Thanks, we're starving," Jack remarked as the door swung closed. "What do I owe you?"

"Uh..." It was a male voice, young, and I closed my eyes, willing myself anywhere else but here. "W-we charge it to your room, sir."

"Good enough, then here's your tip," Jack said. He was still wearing his jeans, but no shirt, and I heard him dig his wallet out of his back pocket. 

"Th-thank you, sir. That's very generous of you." The young man's voice shook, and I wondered what he could possibly be thinking. Part of me really wanted to know, I discovered.

"No, thank you," Jack said. "We're working up quite an appetite."

"I can see that, sir," the young man replied, and I swear I could feel his eyes on me, looking at the glass butt plug spreading my ass wide open, allowing for a clear view inside, according to Jack. My pussy was soaking wet and throbbing.

"You like what you see?" Jack asked and I groaned softly, gripping my ankles tight.

"Uh..." There was a moment of quiet, and I couldn't contain my curiosity. I poked my head out around my legs, seeing a young man standing at the doorway. His eyes were round as saucers under a pair of wire-rimmed spectacles that made them look even larger, and he ran a hand through his short dark hair as he stared at me.

"You can say so," Jack replied, and I looked at him. He was smiling at me, his eyes bright. "She's something, isn't she?"

I couldn't believe he was doing this, and while my head screamed that I should run to the bathroom and lock the door right this minute, my body seemed to be responding to this humiliation. A slow heat was spreading through my pelvis and my pussy ached.

"Y-yes, sir," the young man breathed, shifting from foot-to-foot. 

Jack clapped him on the back, turning him with his big body. "Well, thanks again."

"You're welcome." I saw him glance over his shoulder as Jack propelled him out the door.

The young man was facing me, and he licked his lips, looking at Jack. "Leave the cart outside your door when you're finished. And if there's anything else you need... anything... just let me know. Ask for Lloyd when you call down, okay?"

"Will do." I could hear Jack grinning as he shut the door. 

"Jack!" I gasped, watching him walk toward me, the upside-down view making me dizzy. "What were you thinking?!"

He chuckled, coming up behind me and grasping my hips, rubbing denim against my skin, his zipper biting me as he pulled me roughly back, shoving the butt plug in to its maximum depth, making me fully aware of it again. His cock was hard—I could feel it like an iron bar between us.

"What did you think of Lloyd?" he asked, his fingers kneading the flesh of my ass, his hips rocking, pressing the butt plug rhythmically into me. "Or, better yet, what do you think Lloyd thought of you?"

"He probably thought I was a slut," I murmured, feeling his hand moving between us, searching for the smooth skin of my lips and finding them. 

"Don't you like being a slut?" he asked, sliding two fingers into my pussy. "Don't you want to be my little slut?"

I moaned as he started moving his fingers, twisting them in my wetness. They made a wet sound as they moved in and out of me, faster and faster. 

"Oh Jack," I cried, feeling his thumb on my clit, finally, my whole body responding and beginning to quiver. "Yes!"

"Tell me," he said, pushing his fingers in deep and keeping them there, his thumb strumming my clit, focused, practiced and precise. "Tell me that you're my little slut."

"Yes!" Gasping, I arched my back, the sensation between my legs so intense I could barely breathe. "Yes, yes, I'm your little slut... your naughty, dirty little slut."

"That's my girl," he groaned, and I could hear his zipper coming down. "Did you like Lloyd seeing you with your bare ass up in the air?"

His cock was out, pressing where his fingers had been, parting my lips. 

"Oh god!" I cried, feeling him move forward, grabbing my hips and shoving himself hard into my pussy. I felt off-balance, reaching toward the floor to steady myself.

"Put your hands on your ankles," Jack instructed, his cock buried to the hilt, now, pushing the butt plug deep with his weight. 

I did what he asked, gripping my ankles so tight that the fishnets made criss-cross patterns on my palms. He was fucking me, pulling his cock out slow, nearly all the way out, before plunging back in, hard. I had never felt so completely filled.

"I think you liked it," he murmured, pulling me back into the saddle of his hips and keeping me there. "Does it get you hot, knowing you made his cock hard? He's going to go find the nearest bathroom and jack off, you know, thinking about you bent over with this butt plug shoved into your tight little asshole."

I moaned as he twisted it in my ass, sending a shiver through me. The thought of that man—little more than a boy, really—jerking off and imagining me, made my knees weak. I might have collapsed if Jack hadn't been holding onto me so tight. 

"He wanted to fuck you," Jack said, moving his cock in me again, short strokes. "He wanted to fuck your hot, wet little cunt, just like this."

"Oh, Jack," I moaned, my pussy on fire, my asshole spread around the shaft of the butt plug, stretched so tight that I could barely stand it. 

"Think you'd like that?" 

He grabbed me, pulling me to fully stand and turning me around to face him. The world tilted, the blood pounding in my head, my face tingling as he kissed me, hard, plunging his tongue deep. I couldn't stay standing, and he sensed my collapse, gripping my arms and pressing me back onto the bed, spreading my thighs with his as he entered me again, fucking me while holding both of my wrists above my head. 

"Does it feel good, both of those holes being filled?" he grunted into my ear, his cock driving in. I felt stretched open, the sensation beyond anything I'd imagined, as he pounded into me again and again. "Tell me, baby."

"Yes, yes," I gasped, my nails digging hard into his back. "Oh I love both of my hot, tight little holes being filled. Fuck me hard, Jack, make me cum for you!"

He groaned, thrusting deeper, faster, my whole body jolting with the impact, my pussy throbbing and aching for release. I was so close, panting, clutching him, fucking him back as much as I could, working toward my orgasm. When it came, I bit his shoulder, the spasms shuddering through me, my pussy squeezing the length of his cock and my asshole contracting, threatening to expel the butt plug, but he kept it pressed deep into me with his weight. 

"Oh Jack," I whispered, breathless, as he pulled out of me, still hard and glistening with my juices. "Oh, god, that was so good."

"Hold your legs back," he instructed, his fingers gripping the wide end of the butt plug, wiggling it back and forth it my ass and making me squirm. 

I grabbed my knees, watching as he slowly eased the clear, hard length out of my asshole, feeling every ridge as it slid out, slippery with K-Y, my muscles contracting, in a hurry to resume their proper shape. He set the butt plug up on the night table and opened the drawer, reaching in and pulling out the rabbit vibrator and another bottle of K-Y and setting them on the bed next to me. 

"What are we going to do with that?" I asked, looking up at him with wide-eyes.

"You'll find out," he said, slipping his jeans and shorts down his hips and then straddling me, moving his hard cock up towards my mouth. He pressed the head to my lips, rubbing it there, still slick with my juices. "Suck."

I took him in, rolling my tongue around the head and pulling the skin taut with my hand the way I knew he loved. 

"Oh, yeah," he groaned as I sucked him deeper, using my other hand to grab his ass and pull him in, the muscles tight and hard. 

His cock throbbed against my tongue, and I licked the taste of me off his shaft, all the way down to the base and back up again. The feel of him in my mouth made my pussy ache, and I longed for something, the throb between my legs incredible. After being so filled, I felt empty now, and wanted more. 

I was eager, sucking him greedily, moving my head up and down his length, using my mouth like a tight, wet cunt, just a hot, wet channel for him to fuck. He groaned and grunted, thrusting over my tongue, hard into my throat, making me gag a little, but neither of us cared. I tasted his pre-cum and swallowed, loving the taste of us together. 

"Okay, okay," Jack gasped, grabbing a handful of my hair and pulling me back, easing his cock out of my mouth. I reached my tongue out for him, using the tip to lick at the head, my eyes on his. 

"Hungry little slut," he murmured, and I smiled as he slid between my thighs and grabbed the tube of K-Y. 

I watched as he squirted some over the head of his cock, still wet from my mouth. 

"Pull your legs back, again," he said, and I did, feeling him resting against my aching asshole. I hadn't realized how stretched I was from the butt plug until his cock touched that crinkled little hole.

"Oh god," I whispered, my nails digging to my knees as I pulled them back, feeling him pressing forward. It didn't matter that I had been stretched open for nearly half-an-hour, that tight band of muscle had managed to contract down again and was pursed against his entry. 

"Easy," he murmured, one hand on my thigh, the other guiding his cock. 

He shifted his weight, pressing in, and I gasped as the head of his cock sought entrance and slipped past the constriction, the puckered hole of my ass opening at his insistence. There was a familiar concession as he slid slowly into that dark, private orifice, and I while I had to submit, allowing him access to my tight, dimpled flesh, it was a gentle acquiescence. The butt plug must have stretched me open more than I realized, because he'd never been able to slip in so easily before. 

"Ready?" he asked, leaning into me, the length of his cock moving to search my depths. 

I sighed, closing my eyes as he made his way in, much faster than ever before, until I felt his pelvis pressed tight against my ass. He started sliding back out, my flesh relieved, as it always was, at the thought of being free of the obstruction, but then he pressed back in again, making me moan. It was always such a shock, feeling the delicate flesh there giving in to him, buckling under his hard heat and weight as he made his way along that fissured passage.

I always felt so humbled in these moments, the heat of such an intimate, secret part of my body being opened and entered, the shame of it slowly being overridden by the wicked, carnal delight of it. We did that push-pull for a few moments, and he would stop when he was almost all the way out, rubbing his cock head against the tight ring there, the one that seemed to want to squeeze him right back out. He teased the hole with the ridge of his flesh, before pressing back into my dark recesses again. He did that until I was rocking under him, moaning and panting out loud. 

"Feel good?" he asked, sliding his fingers through my pussy lips. 

I nodded, my eyes half-closed, feeling myself being carried away. His thumb found my clit, moving in circles, making me moan. He'd never had such easy access before, and it surprised me, how open and exposed I was to him, his cock buried in my ass as he rubbed my pussy.

"So tell me the truth," he murmured, watching my face as he fucked me, slow now, still teasing my asshole when he eased himself back. "Did you like Lloyd looking at you?"

I remembered the look of lust on the young man's face, the way his eyes moved over me, and I nodded, feeling a heat spreading through my cheeks.

"He wanted you," Jack said, sliding two fingers into my pussy. "He wanted this wet little cunt. Think he'd ever seen anything shoved up a woman's ass before?"

"Oh!" I gasped as his fingers started moving in me, in and out, the same rhythm as his cock. 

"I bet Lloyd would love to fuck your ass," he breathed, his eyes on mine. The thought made me breathless. "Would you like to feel his hard cock sliding into your tight little asshole, baby? See the look his face as he took a woman's ass for the first time?'

"Jack!" I gasped, squirming under him at the thought. It turned me on more than I was willing to admit. 

"Lloyd could fuck your sweet ass," he went on, plunging his cock deep into that hot, constricted tunnel, making me moan. "And I could slide into to your pussy... would you like that, baby? Being filled by two cocks?"

"Oh god," I whispered, closing my eyes to it, my pussy throbbing with wanting. The fantasy had completely captured me. 

The thought of being opened up and filled like that made me feel faint. I could imagine that stunned young man—Lloyd—sliding his cock into my ass for the first time as I knelt on the bed over Jack. I would have to guide him, show him, reach underneath and use my own hand to press him past that tight resistance. Then to have Jack slide his cock into me, too! Oh god!

"Jack!" I cried, feeling something hard pressing against the entrance of my pussy and looked down to see him holding the vibrator.

"Let's see if you'd like it," he breathed, twisting the cock-like head around as he pressed it slowly in. 

"Oh, wait!" I cried, the hard shaft beginning to fill me, opening me wide. It was already halfway in and I felt some sort of maximum stretch burning between my legs. I had to get used to it, the sensation so intense I felt like I was going to burst.

"I can feel it," he told me hoarsely, stopping for a moment, wiggling the vibrator, twisting it around. "There's just a thin layer of flesh between my cock and this one."

"Does it feel good?" I asked, looking up at him, my eyes wide. 

He nodded, groaning, pressed it in deeper, making me gasp. I could feel the head of it wanting to go further, and he eased it in, more, and more still, until it was buried inside of my pussy. I trembled, looking down at the little rabbit sitting on top of the shaft resting against my slit, his ears nudging my clit. 

"Turn it on," I begged, and he did, the rabbit buzzing softly, making me moan and squirm. His cock jumped—I could feel it in my ass, the muscles of that tight passage very sensitive to the rhythmic throb of his shaft. 

"Can you feel that?" I asked, watching his face as he turned the vibrator up even further, the hum sending shivers through me. 

"Yeah," he gasped, pulling his cock slowly out and pressing it back in. "It's good."

I was stretched wide, my skin taut, but everything slippery wet and swollen as he started moving the cock inside of my pussy in time with his cock in my ass. His flesh was softer and had more give, more delicious heat, but the vibrator hummed, the little rabbit's buzz traveling up the hard shaft, deep inside of me. 

"Oh god, look at that," I moaned, arching against him, curling around so I could watch myself get fucked by two cocks at once. 

He smiled, wiggling his eyebrows, his eyes moving over my face. "Wait... there's more."

I cocked my head at him and then looked down between my legs, where he pressed a second button on the vibrator. Something came to life inside of my pussy, the shaft of the cock there making a rhythmic hum, and I remembered the rotating beads buried in the length of the dildo. 

"Jack!" I gasped, collapsing back fully on the bed, my heels falling to the sheets, the points digging into the mattress so I could press back, up against him. 

"Feel good?" he whispered, pushing the button, driving those beads around and around at the sensitive entrance of my pussy. 

"Oh fuck!" I cried as he began moving everything at once, his cock like steel heat in my ass, the vibrator stimulating my clit and my cunt together, in and out in a rocking rhythm that made everything feel swollen and thick between my thighs.

"You're so tight like this!" he gasped, his eyes closing as he started to fuck me, his cock not teasing anymore, but taking long, hard strokes as he shoved the vibrator deep into me. 

He was driving forward, now, leaning into me, shoving my thighs back as he took my ass, the cock buried in my cunt making us both moan with its steady hum. Jack was growling and grunting as he slid into the tight, puckered heat of my asshole, pounding me so hard that our flesh made a wet slapping sound as we came together again and again. 

Lost in the pleasure of it, he grabbed my ankles and pressed my knees back practically to my ears and I slipped my hand between us, searching for the vibrator and fucking myself with it, wanting more, not just to be filled but to be fucked hard in both holes, completely taken. The only thing missing was something to fill my mouth, and I grabbed Jack's hand, taking his finger into my mouth and sucking hard.

Watching me, Jack moaned, thrusting even deeper, and I knew I wasn't going to last. I wanted to—I loved feeling filled like that, two hard cocks seeking the center of my flesh, buried to the hilt and exploring my depths. The heat in my belly was too much, the buzz between us a driving force, and I knew I was going to explode.

I sucked hard on the finger in my mouth, moaning and squirming under his weight, feeling the swell of my orgasm breaking over me, pushing that taut ache in my belly past the point of no return. My pussy contracted around the vibrator, the rabbit's slippery ears buzzing my clit into ecstasy, and my asshole spasmed tightly around Jack's slick length. I was carried away completely, moaning and whimpering as the pleasure shuddered through my body. 

"Oh fuck!" he cried, feeling my ass clamping down on the head of his cock.

I knew he couldn't hold back, then, and he shuddered, bucking his hips into me as he started to cum, too. He strained against me as his cock erupted, spilling his hot cum in generous, swelling waves, exploding into the deep, humid cavity he thrust hard into again and again. There was so much, I couldn't contain it, and I could feel his cum slipping down the crack of my ass toward the bed as he shoved his length into me. 

I groaned, sliding the buzzing vibrator out of my wetness and tossing it, still humming, onto the bed. Jack leaned over me, kissing my cheek, my ear, his cock softening slowly. It stayed in my ass, though, until he shifted his weight, pulling the length of it out with a slick "pop." He rolled off me, propping himself up on his elbow.

"Hungry?" he asked, glancing over at the cart. 

"Starving!" I agreed. 

"Good," he said, smiling, leaning over and biting playfully at my nipple, making me squeal. "Hope you're still in the mood when I call Lloyd to come get the cart."

I stared at his broad, strong back as he sat up, my heart racing. "Are you serious?"

"Maybe." He grinned at me and winked. 



Unfolding Ch. 05



"We're not going to leave this room at all, are we?" I murmured, feeling Jack's hand moving up from the back of my knee to my thigh under the covers. I couldn't remember the last time we had taken a nap together in the middle of the afternoon, and the late-afternoon sun peeking through the heavy curtains felt decadent, a rich, sweet indulgence.

"That was my plan," he agreed, bridging the distance between us on the huge, king size bed. I smiled when his body met mine and he pulled me close, tucking my hips and bottom against him, snug and warm. 

"What else do you have planned?" I bit my lip, moving my behind against his crotch. I couldn't remember the last time we had indulged in this much pleasure, either, come to think of it. 

"You're going to find out," he assured me, sliding his hand over the swell of my ass, his finger slipping between the crack. I gasped and wiggled when he found the sensitive flesh of my asshole, just rubbing there, around and around. 

I felt as if my body had been keeping secrets, and now it was revealing just how much pleasure it was really capable of. 

"But I will tell you," he went on, his breath tickling my ear, his finger probing the tiniest bit. "At the moment, my plans involve using that Jacuzzi tub over there." 

"Easy," I whispered, liking his finger where it was and turning a little so he had more access. "I'm a little sore." 

"Oh, poor thing..." He kissed my neck, licking at the spot that always made me shiver with pleasure. "A hot bath will do you a world of good, then..." 

I stretched and gave a lazy yawn, blinking over at the vast, white tub in the corner of the room. It was very over-the-top, with huge white pillars on three corners from ceiling to its tile edge, which was covered with plants and greenery. At least it's not heart-shaped, I thought, and smiled, scooting off the bed with a look over my shoulder at Jack. 

"You look positively wolfish," I said, glancing back to him as I bent and turned on the water. "What are you looking at?" 

He was leaning up, watching me. "Your ass." 

"One track mind," I said, shaking my head as if in protest, turning back to adjust the water. 

"Maybe... but you don't seem to mind," he replied, pushing the sheet aside to reveal his hardening cock. 

I pretended my flush was from the steam rising from the water. "So?" 

"Show me." His hand was squeezing, releasing, and I watched over my shoulder, feeling my breath catch as he slid the skin up over the tip and back down again. 

I arched my back just slightly, my thighs a little more open, teasing. "What do you want to see?" 

"Spread it open for me," he instructed, his eyes dark and focused. 

Swallowing, I parted my thighs, tilting my bottom, giving him a view of my shaved lips. His hand moved a little faster when I reached my hand between my legs and parted my flesh, showing him. 

"Your ass, baby," he murmured, his eyes never leaving that spot. "Show me that little asshole." 

Really flushing now, I reached back with one hand, balancing with the other on the edge of the tile, and showed him what he wanted to see. 

"God," he groaned, his hand moving even faster. "That's so sweet. Use both hands." 

I had to bend completely over to do it, resting my forehead against the edge of the tub, one hand on each cheek, pulling them apart to he could see it all. Standing there, completely exposed and vulnerable, my heart racing, I had never been so aroused. I could almost feel his eyes on me, sweeping up from my smooth lips to the dimpled hole of my ass. 

"Sore, huh?" he asked, his voice right behind me, his finger trailing down the crack of my ass, making me jump. 

"Only a little," I protested, feeling his cock, hard and insistent, pressed between my lips. 

"Maybe we should give it a rest." He slid his cock slowly into my pussy, opening me, making me moan with the length and width of it spreading me wide. "What do you think?" 

"Oh, Jack," I gasped when he grabbed my hips, pressing himself snugly inside, the head of his cock nuzzling itself against my womb. I squeezed myself around him and heard his sharp intake of breath, loving the way his hands gripped me harder. 

"Maybe I should just fuck your tight little cunt?" he growled, beginning to move, and I grabbed the edge of the tub to keep my balance, groaning at his words. "Fuck you until you can't decide which is more sore..."

"Ohhhh, please," I moaned, lifting my hips, wanting him deeper still. His fingers gripped my ass tight, and then I felt his thumb strumming over the delicate opening of my asshole, sending little shivers through me. 

"But I think you still want your ass fucked," he said, his thumb pressing, making me gasp and squirm. "Don't you?" 

I groaned again, flushing at the humiliation of it, the admission still too much. I knew he was going to make me say it, and just the anticipation made my pussy clench. 

"Tell me," he said, moving his hands off my behind, his thumb gone from the tender hole of my ass. "Show me." 

I knew what he wanted. Trembling, with his cock still moving slick, slow, in and out, I rested my forehead against the edge of the tub again, reaching back to open my cheeks, spreading them wide. He let out a long breath and his cock twitched inside of me, just the head of it pressing between my wet lips. 

"You love it, don't you?" he asked, sliding the wet heat of his cock up to touch that puckered hole. 

I squirmed and whimpered, "Yes..." 

Just how much I loved it, I couldn't admit, even to myself. My ass tightened at the thought of being filled, teasing the tip of his cock with its clench. 

"You'd better shut off the water," he said, moving around me to step into the tub. 

Dizzy, I let out a pent-up breath, reaching for the nozzles and turning them both as Jack sank down and turned on the jets. The water bubbled and foamed and my eyes met his as I slid my legs over the side into the heat. 

I groaned when I sank in beside him, the water enveloping and buoying me at once. His hands met my waist, slipping down my hips and pulling me toward him as we kissed, the steam beginning to rise between us. I found his cock with my hand, pulling and tugging it against my belly as we rocked, his tongue doing things to my mouth that my body had forgotten, sending electric pulses straight to my core. 

Rubbing him up and down my smooth slit, I couldn't stand it anymore and I sank down onto his hardness, wiggling my bottom and wrapping my legs around him. He held me close, using his weight to press me up, the water making waves around us as we fucked. When his thumb found my clit, I whimpered, opening my eyes for only a moment before sinking again, lost in the sweet sensation. 

"So close," I whispered into his ear, biting the lobe, gnawing at his neck. My nails were digging hard into the wet flesh of his back, but he didn't notice, his breath coming faster. My words spurred him on, and his other hand slid around behind me as I grabbed onto the edge of the tub, fucking him back now, grinding my hips down into his. 

When his finger eased into my asshole, I gasped, feeling my orgasm only moments away, that gentle probing pushing me closer to the edge. I worked toward it, wanting it, aching for it, my pussy throbbing for release. 

"Deeper," I growled, arching my back so he had more of my ass, reaching one hand back to spread it for him. "Shove it in, baby!" 

He groaned, pressing his finger further, the water making resistance moot, and I sank my teeth into his shoulder when a second and third finger worked their way in, twisting their way through my flesh. 

"Ohhhhh fuck!" I could hear myself, almost screaming with it, my whole body taut as our flesh worked together toward that delicious, inevitable end. "Now, baby, ohhhhh yesss!" 

Sound receded and the wave hit me like a pulse of heat, taking my body over completely, my belly undulating with it, my pussy clenching around his thrusting cock, the tight ring of my asshole working around his fingers until I thought I couldn't stand another moment of it. 

"Please," I begged him, pressing against his chest, the sensation so incredible I was trembling with it still as I moved away from him, collapsing against the side of the tub and hanging on. 

"I think the tub was a good idea," Jack said and I could hear his grin as I pressed my flushed cheek to the cool surface. I couldn't even open my eyes, but I felt his hands on me, running over my shoulders, my back, and I could smell something sweet, like lilacs or lavender. 

"What—?" I murmured as his big hands turned me, pulling me to my knees in the tub. His hands were soapy as they ran down my arms and back up, suds spreading over my neck, and down my chest. 

"Isn't that the point of a bath?" he smiled, his hands cupping the fullness of my breasts, making me shiver when he thumbed my nipples. "Getting clean?" 

"Ohhh yes," I sighed, arching as his soapy hands cupped and kneaded my flesh. 

"Stand up," he instructed, and he steadied me as I did, my orgasm and the heat from the tub making me weak. His eyes met mine and I saw something in them I hadn't in years. "My god, you're so beautiful..."

His praise sent more heat through my body, and then he was washing me again, his palms moving over my belly and thighs, between my legs, the gentle sawing motion of his hand there making me tremble. 

"Turn around." 

I did as he asked, his hands making their way over my lower back, down the soft curve of my ass and hips, spreading my thighs as they made their way toward my knees. 

"Bend over," he said, pressing me forward, and I clung to the edge of the tub, his palms working the smooth cheeks of my behind. "Time to get you really clean..."

"Oh!" I cried as his finger worked its way into my asshole. "Oh, god... honey..."

He didn't stop, pressing another in, working the flesh open with his sudsy fingers. I couldn't resist him or the sensation and my thighs seem to spread wider on their own, my back arching as I moaned and took a third finger into my ass. He kept them there for a while, encouraged by the soft noises I was making in my throat, and I groaned when he slowly slid them out again, aching to feel that fullness. 

A cascade of water fell over my back and down my bottom, shocking me with its heat, and I looked back to see him pouring it from a cup, rinsing the soap away. His eyes were bright as he watched the water beading over my skin, and I saw his hand moving between his legs and knew he was still so hard. I wanted to reach around and grab him, suck him, devour his cock, but he had other things in mind. 

"Jack!" I cried when his tongue found its way between that cleft, working over that wet, puckered hole. 

The heat that filled my face didn't have anything to do with the steam rising from the tub, but I couldn't deny how incredible it felt to have his mouth there. I groaned when he made his tongue hard and probed. 

"Spread your ass," he said, and I did, ashamed of my own eagerness as I rested my flushed cheek against the cool edge of the tub, using both hands to open myself up for him. 

He had complete access now and he took advantage of it, his tongue lapping over the furrowed crease of my asshole and his thumb slipping into my pussy as he rubbed my mound with his fingers. I was trembling with the pleasure of it, going up on my tiptoes in an attempt to seek even more sensation. 

"Ohhhhh god!" I cried when he started fucking my ass with his tongue, his thumb moving in and out of my pussy with the same easy rhythm. I spread myself even wider, wanting more and getting it, the probing between my cheeks going deeper. I could feel the tip of his tongue moving around that tight band of muscle, making me shiver. 

"Noooooo," I moaned when he slid his tongue out, but the next sensation jolted me so much I nearly fell over. I probably would have if he hadn't steadied me with his other hand as he pressed something hard and round against the fissured crack of my ass. 

"What the hell?" I turned to look and my eyes widened when I saw what he had in his hands. "That wasn't in the toy box!" 

"Surprise!" he said with a wink, pressing the first bead on the string further into my ass. They were small beads, probably less than an inch in diameter, but they felt huge as he worked them against the taut opening of my ass. 

"Where did those come from?" I gasped, groaning as the pressure began to build as he pressed hard, harder. "What are you—a magician? Did you pull those out of your ass?" 

"No," he chuckled. "But they're going into yours..."

"God!" I cried, biting my lip as the first one slipped in. The sensation was strange, different. I felt full there, but not quite completely, so different from his cock or a dildo. 

"Ready for another one?" he asked and I shook my head, screwing my eyes shut, and he pressed on anyway, working another bead past that tight ring of muscle. "There..."

I could imagine it nestled against the first one inside of me, and then there was another, pushing the rest deeper still as it went, making room, tunneling through. I really felt full now, and something in me wanted them out. I bit my lip, fighting against it and he pressed in yet another. 

"Two more," he reassured me as my hands trembled, holding my ass open. I found that if I spread myself wider, he could ease them in better, so I struggled to stay still and relaxed, opening myself up for him. 

"Please," I begged, feeling that gentle "pop" as another slid past that taut resistance. 

"Almost there, baby," he murmured, kissing my behind as he worked the last one in. I could feel his finger go in with it, pressing them deep, and I groaned, squirming. 

Panting, I looked back at him, my eyes wide. "Now what?" 

"Now... I fuck you senseless," he said, standing up and grabbing my hips. His cock was like steel as he slid into my wetness, my pussy dripping with my juices and his saliva. 

The stretch of his cock inside of my pussy made the sensation of the beads buried inside my ass even more pronounced. With every thrust, that feeling of fullness seemed to grow, until I couldn't tell anymore where or how I was being filled, just that I was brimming to capacity, like something swelling and ready to burst. 

One of his hands slid under my belly, holding me steady as we rocked. I gripped the edge of the tub, searching for some sort of handhold on the slippery surface. Below us the water churned and sloshed, Jack's weight thrusting into me making even more waves as he fucked me, his low grunting a tell-tale sign that he was getting close. 

"Ohhhh god baby!" I moaned when his fingers delved between my pussy lips, searching for and finding my swollen clit. "Yes, fuck me hard!" 

I didn't have to ask—he was working my pussy with his cock and his hand now, shoving in deep while he rubbed his finger over and over my aching clit. I had almost forgotten the beads buried inside of my ass when he gave a slight tug on the string, making me squeal and jerk beneath him. 

"Hold your ass open for me," he growled, pulling his cock almost all the way out, so the head of him sat pulsing just inside of my pussy. 

Whimpering, I wiggled and positioned myself so that both hands were free and I was resting my cheek against the tub again. The tension on the string was incredible—it felt as if he were going to turn me inside out. I used both hands to spread my ass, feeling the tension ease just a little. 

"Ohhhhhh fuck," I cried when he slid his cock between my pussy lips, using the head of it to rub at my clit. He knew how much I loved that, the spongy, wet tip making a hot, fleshy trail over that sensitive bud. 

He slapped at my cunt with his cock, jerking it roughly a few times against my lips, making me moan, and then found my clit again, rubbing fast and steady. My legs trembled, sensing my impending orgasm, and I panted and writhed and worked toward it, arching my back and rolling my hips. Everything between my legs felt thick and swollen, ready to pop, and then something did—Jack pulled one of the beads out of my ass! 

"Ohhhhh GOD!" I moaned, shivering when the thick, round orb slid out of that tight, contracting orifice. 

"You like that?" Jack murmured, and then he was kneeling behind me, his face buried up between my legs, his tongue doing the work his cock had been doing just a moment ago, with a much more deft and precise aim. 

"Oh baby, you're gonna make me cum," I warned him, as if he needed a warning. 

He knew just what he was doing, his whole face buried up against my pussy, the tension growing as he tugged on the string that led into my ass. The tug grew insistent, a pull and release, I could feel the beads inside of me shifting somehow, as if they were waiting, too. 

"Now, oh, now!" I cried, grinding my pussy against his tongue, the sweet pulse of my release beginning to overtake me. He made a deep sound in his throat, still sucking and licking at my flesh, and the tension in my ass became incredible as he pulled—hard—and tugged all of the beads out of my ass in a row. 

My orgasm became something else with that motion. What began as a sweet lapping tide coming in became a sudden tidal wave, and I screamed as it hit with the aching sensation of my ass being emptied, each bead popping through that taut ring in quick succession, slipping out of the secret cavern of my ass. 

But Jack wasn't done with me. My ass still gaping, my body still shivering with my climax, he stood and slid his cock into the space where the beads had just been. I gasped at the soft insistence of his flesh, so different from the unforgiving demand of the beads, as he tunneled his way past that still pulsing band of muscle, forcing his way deeper into my ass. 

"Ohhhh fuck yeah," he groaned, grabbing my hips and sinking deeper still before beginning to move. His hand gripped my wrists and pulled them up behind my back and he held them there while he thrust into me, his cock like a piston driving into my flesh. 

"Come inside me," I pleaded, wanting to feel the heat of his cock exploding, filling that hot, aching passage. "Do it, baby, fill my ass with your cum!" 

"Oh god," he moaned, his grip tightening as he thrust again, rocking me hard against the edge of the tub, and I felt it, a thick pulse on the underside of his cock as his climax began. 

"Yes, yes, yes," I encouraged, squeezing his cock, making him jerk and buck and groan as he emptied himself deep into my belly. He pulled back just a little then, and I could feel still more of his cum hitting my ass in hot spurts, leaving a slick trail of heat as it slid down my pussy lips. 

With another groan, Jack released me, collapsing down into the tub, and I went with him, crawling into his lap. We rocked in the waves, kissing, still panting, both of us spent. 

"We need another bath," I murmured against his ear. 

"Hand me the soap," he chuckled, sliding his hands over the rounded swell of my ass. 

"I can't," I groaned. "You're going to kill me..."

"But we'll die happy," he smiled, his finger finding and probing me there. I smiled, too, murmuring an agreement and opening for him once again. I just couldn't seem to help myself. 

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Unfolding Ch. 06



"Oh my god!" I opened the package and stood staring at the contents, aghast. 

We'd seen it today while we were out window shopping, but I never in a million years thought we could afford it. More lingerie than dress, it was something I'd long for but never buy myself, because I just couldn't justify it. Where would I wear it? And if I had somewhere to wear it once, well, did that make it worth the cost? I would spend hours talking myself out of it, all the while longing to try it on, and eventually walk away empty handed.

But Jack had bought it and had it delivered to the hotel. "Red," Jack instructed, holding the panties out to me. "No bra." 

I didn't say anything as I took it all into the bathroom, taking off the robe I'd been wearing after our bath and slipping the dress over my head. It was a Valentino with a black silk top, spaghetti straps, but the bottom was sheer lace, form-fitting and long. The red panties would show right through it. Everything would show right through it... I groaned when I pulled the panties on. I'd forgotten they were a thong. 

My hair was still slightly damp as I pulled it up and back, twisting it into place and securing it with a beaded wraparound and a long, curved stick. Auburn curls escaped at my temples, framing my face, and I tugged at the top of the dress, worried about the amount of cleavage I was showing with no bra on. Could I really go out dressed like this? Was it even legal?

"Jack?" I pulled open the door tentatively, seeing him shrugging on his dinner jacket. His eyes widened when he saw me, his mouth dropping open.

"Holy hell." He took one step toward me and stopped, transfixed, as I came into the room. I was still barefoot, and the black lace edge of the dress grazed the ground when I wasn't wearing heels. His eyes swept downward and lingered at the red beacon of the panties under the dress. I felt as if I were wearing a stop sign—or a neon sign.

"I don't know if I can go out like this." I stepped into my heels, bending over to buckle the straps. Jack's eyes brightened when I did and I flushed, knowing he could see me, completely exposed except for the thong, from behind. "Where are we going?" 

"At the moment, I'm thinking... bed?" He grinned, grabbing me and turning me to him to kiss me. I slipped my arms around his neck, kissing him back, feeling more relaxed in his arms than I had in years. 

"So, where are we really going?" I tilted my head so he could access my neck and he gave me shivery kisses down over my collarbone. 

"Dinner." He kissed the tops of my breasts. Thankfully the dress had a little built in support, but my nipples were hard and poking into the material. "And I'm having you for dessert." 

"No objections from me," I murmured, feeling the crotch of my panties starting to get wet already. I didn't know how I was going to manage to make it through dinner. Jack pocketed his wallet and the key card, opening the door to the hallway and leading me out. We passed an older couple in the corridor carrying luggage toward their room. They didn't appear to notice at first, but then I heard the woman gasp and that turned the man's head. His eyes widened as we passed and she smacked him on the arm, hissing, "Steven!" 

"I think that was the dress," I whispered as Jack pushed the elevator button. I saw the man still staring as he fumbled for something in his pockets. 

"No," Jack said, taking me by the elbow as we entered the elevator. "It was the woman in the dress."

I flushed as the doors whooshed closed, taking us down to the first floor. I thought Jack would lead us to the valet, so they could get our car, but I was surprised when he pulled me past the desk and around the corner. One of the guys working valet raised his eyebrows as we passed, and I blushed, turning my face toward Jack. 

"They have a great restaurant here," Jack explained, giving the maître d' our name. I couldn't help but feel that everyone's eyes were on me, and I was relieved to see that it was relatively empty—only one couple was seated in a far corner. Of course, we were early for dinner. Thankfully, it was moderately dark inside, lit only by candles in the center of the tables. We were seated quite quickly, but I was disappointed there were no booths to hide in, just tables with chairs that had open backs. 

"I feel so exposed," I whispered. Jack just smiled, perusing his menu. I decided quickly—something small, easy to eat fast, and nothing that would stain—a Chinese chicken salad. When the waiter came by, I was eager to give him my order and get back to our room. 

"I'll have—Lloyd." The name escaped my lips in a near whisper and I felt an insidious blush rising from my chest to my cheeks. 

The waiter started, his eyes sweeping over me in surprise and sudden recognition. "Hello again." 

I nodded, fanning myself slowly with the menu and hoping I didn't look as red as I felt. "I'll have the Chinese chicken salad... and water. Lots of water."

He nodded, making a note of it, and turned to Jack, who I noticed was grinning from ear to ear. "Porterhouse, medium rare, baked potato, and the lady and I would like a bottle of wine. What would you recommend?"

"The wine menu is here, sir." Lloyd cleared his throat, leaning over and pulling a smaller menu off the table, handing it to Jack. I saw his eyes dip into my cleavage and wondered if he could see the color of my panties through the lace from that angle. I didn't want to look down and draw attention to it to check. 

Jack raised his eyebrow. "No recommendations?"

Lloyd looked directly at me, pushing his glasses up. "I'd recommend a red, sir... a red is fuller, it has more body and spirit..." His eyes moved from my hair down to my waist... and lower... and I was sure he could see the color of my panties.

I cleared my throat. "Are you sure you're talking about wine?"

Jack chuckled. "It's true about redheads, too."

"That's what I hear..." Lloyd turned to Jack. "If they're real redheads."

"Oh, I am," I said quickly, used to defending the rich color of my hair.

Lloyd grinned. "Yes, may'm... I remember." 

"Oh..." The memory of standing bent over near the bed with a glass butt plug stuck deep into my ass while he brought in our room service made me dizzy and faint and I fanned myself faster with the menu. 

"We'll have a bottle of Dom Perignon," Jack said, putting down the wine menu. I stared at him, blinking fast. 

"Will that be all, sir?"

Jack winked. "For now...thanks."

"Oh my god, I'm so embarrassed." I grabbed and covered my face with my wine menu as Lloyd walked away.

"You're beautiful." Jack took the menu from me, putting back on the table. I felt his hand on my knee under the table, rubbing the lace against my bare skin. 

"Jack..."

He smiled, his eyes bright. "I want you to do something for me."

"What?" I cocked my head at him, suspicious, and I was right to be. 

"Go into the bathroom and take off your panties."

I stared at him. "What!?"

"You heard me." He grinned and sat back as Lloyd came to the table with the bottle of wine. He used a corkscrew right there and I jumped when the cork popped, gasping. 

"Here you go, may'm." Lloyd handed a full glass to me as he poured Jack's wine. "Did you know that the very first wine glass was molded from the breast of Helen of Troy?" 

"I..." Looking at Jack, I smiled. "I had no idea."

"It's true." Lloyd re-corked the bottle and set it back on ice. "Although later, it's rumored that Marie Antoinette decided to make a new glass molded from her own breast, and the size of the wine glass was considerably increased."

Jack grinned. "Good thing they didn't use yours, honey. We'd have to throw the two-glass rule right out the window."

I flushed. "Jack!" 

Lloyd winked at me. "I wouldn't mind drinking from such a lovely, overflowing cup."

I cleared my throat. "Thank you... Lloyd."

When I said his name, he smiled. "You're welcome." 

Jack waited until Lloyd had excused himself and was out of earshot to lean in to me and whisper, "Now... go."

"But... Jack... this dress..." I pleaded with my eyes, biting my lip. I had hoped, in the midst of the breast and wine talk, he had forgotten his request.

"I know." His eyes were full of heat as he looked at me. "I want the whole world to know you're a real redhead."

"Jack!"

"Do it." He insisted, pulling something out of his pocket. It was a small white box, wrapped with a red ribbon around it. "And put this on." 

Unable to resist finding out what was in the box, I stood, looking around for the bathroom. It was just a few tables away, through a doorway flanked with two tall, potted rubber tree plants. I slipped through the door marked "Ladies" and stood looking at myself in the full-length mirror for a moment, thinking how far from "ladylike" this dress made me look—or feel. It was incredibly revealing and sexy. 

There was no one in the restroom and I pulled the ribbon on the box, opening it, excited. Frowning, I pulled out a little plastic red butterfly with several elastic bands attached, and then saw a note with Jack's handwriting at the bottom of the box. "For you to wear" it said, and had an illustration of just where to put it—and how. I stared at the picture, stunned, sure it couldn't be right, but it had a front and back view, and as technical instructions went, it was pretty darned clear. 

I took it into the stall with me, lifting the lace skirt of the dress high up over my hips and slipping the red panties down, stepping out of them. The butterfly centered itself between my legs with a little fleshy nub touching my clit. It had a flexible plastic piece that stretched back with an anal probe attached. I slid that in first, gasping as it entered the tight muscle of my sphincter with no hint of lubrication. It didn't go in far—three or four inches at the most—and it was only as thick as a man's finger. The elastic straps were clear and attached to the butterfly, front and back, to keep it on. 

I picked up the panties from the floor and went to the sink to wash my hands. Then I stood in the full length mirror, looking between my legs. The butterfly spread its wings over my pussy lips, leaving the bright red shock of my pubic hair showing above it. You could definitely see I was a real redhead alright, even through the black lace. The thought of going back out into the restaurant like this was both exciting and almost too humiliating to imagine. 

I gasped when I opened the door, finding Lloyd standing outside of it. "I'm sorry!"

"Your husband..." Lloyd looked down between my legs, his eyes drawn there like a magnet. The red panties were gone, but my pubic hair showed through the lace, as did the little butterfly wings. "Asked me... to check..."

"I'm fine." I balled the red panties up tighter in my hand. "Thank you."

He nodded, stepping back and letting me pass. 

"Perfect." Jack smiled when I walked back to the table, sitting carefully as the probe pushed deeper into my ass, the butterfly kissing my clit. "Like it?"

"It's... different." I took a gulp of wine, glancing around the table and then tossing the panties across the table to him. "Did you... did you send that waiter...?"

He smiled, slipping them into his jacket pocket. "I just wanted to make sure you were okay." 

I raised my eyebrows at him. "I wasn't gone that long." 

"Chinese chicken salad." Lloyd set the plate in front of me, and another in front of Jack. "Porterhouse... is there anything else I can get for you?" 

I shook my head, picking up my fork and starting to eat. Jack was clearly enjoying himself, but I wanted to finish and get back to the room as quickly as we could. Playing sex games in the hotel room was one thing, but playing sex games in public? I was afraid we'd get kicked out—or arrested. The thought of trying to explain to my parents, who were watching the kids, why they had to bail Jack and I out of jail, was just too humiliating to contemplate. 

"That will be all, thanks." Jack gave him a nod, picking up his wine glass. 

"If you need anything, just ask for—"

I gasped out loud and nearly came off my seat when the butterfly between my legs began to vibrate. Both men looked at me, Lloyd's eyes wide with surprise, Jack's glinting mischievously. 

"Are you all right?" Lloyd asked. 

"Just... spicy..." I nodded, eyes widening as the vibration increased, and the soft buzz between my legs became clearly audible. I looked at Jack, panicked, but he just sat back and grinned, one hand still on his wine glass, the other in his coat pocket. 

Lloyd looked doubtfully at my Chinese chicken salad—which wasn't spicy in the least. "Do you want me to take it back for you?"

"No, no." I shook my head, desperate to get rid of him, waving him away. "It's fine, really—it just... surprised me." 

He nodded, still looking puzzled, his eyes dipping downward as I wiggled in my chair. I knew he could hear it—he had to be able to hear it. I could feel it buzzing noisily against my clit, the soft nub there rubbing back and forth when I moved. Lloyd's eyes moved slowly upwards, meeting mine, and I swallowed when I saw the dawning realization on his face.

"Well, if there's anything you need from me," he said with a small smile. "You just let me know."

"Will do." Jack grinned and winked at me, but I looked down at my plate, unable to ignore the feeling between my thighs anymore. My clit was responding to the growing hum, my nipples hardening against the silk fabric of the dress. 

"Thanks," I whispered, leaning my hand against my forehead and looking desperately at Jack. Lloyd walked slowly away, glancing over his shoulder at us, and I waited until he'd gone into the kitchen before speaking.

"Turn it off!" I hissed as I watched Jack cut into his steak. Every time I shifted in my seat, the butterfly seemed to kiss my clit, sending shivers through me.

"Are you sure?" He lifted his fork to his mouth, his eyes on mine as he chewed. I bit my lip, glancing around as I moved my hips, back and forth, forcing that fleshy nub to rub against my clit. God, it felt good...

"Not here, Jack," I pleaded, in spite of the delightful sensation between my legs. It was just too humiliating to bear. 

"Okay." He sighed, reaching into his pocket. Relieved, I held my breath, waiting for the buzzing to stop.

"Jack!" I nearly screamed his name, sitting up straight, eyes wide, when the probe in my ass began to rotate. Lloyd peeked his head out of the kitchen, blinking at us, and I bit my lip to keep from crying out. 

"Did you need something?" Lloyd came over to the table and I groaned softly as the probe found some deep, secret place in me, pressing there again and again. 

"No, no," I said, waving him away. The aching buzz between my legs was hard enough to ignore, but the insistent turning of the probe in my ass was impossible not to respond to. "Please... please go away... god... okay?" I pleaded, closing my eyes and squirming in my chair. 

"Feel good, baby?" Jack whispered, and I knew Lloyd must be gone, but I didn't want to open my eyes to see. 

"Yes," I whispered back, leaning my forehead on my palm again, thinking I could hide my pleasure somehow. It was too good to ignore and my hips began to rock all on their own, forcing the butterfly to kiss my clit and the probe deeper into my ass. 

"That's it," Jack urged, and the probe began to rotate faster, making me moan softly and shake my head, trying to deny it. "God, you're beautiful."

"Ohh no," I breathed, arching my back and grazing my hard nipples against the edge of the table. I didn't want to do this, to come here in the middle of the restaurant, but there was nothing I could do. My body wasn't under my own control and my response was involuntary, my thighs beginning to quiver, my breath coming faster.

"He's watching you," Jack murmured and my eyes flew open to meet his. He jerked his head toward the bathrooms and I turned my head slowly, at first not seeing anything through the haze of my own pleasure. Then I glimpsed his dark head through the leaves of one of the rubber tree plants. My eyes dropped slowly, drawn by a motion behind the trunk. For a moment, I was too distracted by the steady pulse between my thighs and wasn't sure what I was seeing. A hot wave went through me when I realized that Lloyd's hand was cupping his crotch through his dark waiter's pants, rubbing himself there. 

"Oh god," I whispered as the buzzing seemed to grow between my legs, the probe sinking deeper into my ass as I shifted my hips in the chair. Jack took his hand out of his jacket pocket and cut himself another piece of steak as he watched me. I looked up at him. "Please..."

"My cock is so hard right now." He said it casually, taking another sip of wine, but the thought made me groan out loud. Watching me giving into the rising sensation between my legs was arousing him, and that just served to intensify my pleasure. "I bet Lloyd's is, too..." 

I glanced over toward the bathrooms, surprised to see Lloyd sliding the zipper down on his slacks. He was only partially hidden by the plant, and if anyone walked in or out of the bathroom, they would be sure to see him. I looked around the restaurant with half-closed eyes. The couple in the corner was in the middle of their dinner and hadn't seemed to notice anything. The maître d' was out in the alcove near the front of the restaurant—I couldn't see him at all. Apparently, we were alone, at least for the moment.

But that was the last time I was going to be able to assess whether or not it was safe to do what we were doing—because when I glanced over and saw Lloyd's hand moving up and down the considerable length of his exposed cock, I lost any more ability to think or reason or stop what was happening. Instead, I rested my head on my arms on the table, moaning softly as the butterfly buzzed hungrily against my clit, hoping I looked like I was just resting or was perhaps feeling a bit ill. 

What I was feeling, however, was the opposite. I couldn't control how fast my breath was coming or the soft, whimpering noises my throat insisted on making as my body climbed higher and higher toward climax. I watched as Lloyd stroked himself, faster and faster as he watched me rocking as subtly as I could against my chair. I was starting to lose all sense of where I was, my pussy on fire, my ass clenching in response to the rotating probe. 

"Jack," I whimpered, sitting up and grabbing onto the edges of my chair. "Oh honey, I—"

I could hear Jack's breath, too, coming fast as he watched me, his eyes full of lust. I could swear I heard Lloyd breathing heavy, too, just a few tables away, jerking himself off behind the rubber tree plant. I arched my back, biting my lip to keep from crying out as I came, shuddering on my chair as the relentless buzzing between my legs went on and on. My pussy clamped down in sweet, continuous waves, making my ass clench and pull the probe even deeper. 

"Ohhh baby, my ass," I moaned out loud, rocking faster, unable to stop. Jack's eyes widened as I gripped the edge of the table, fucking against the sweet, turning probe in my ass that was making me shudder uncontrollably. "Ohhh Jack, I'm gonna come in my ass!" 

I was apparently loud enough to make the couple in the back corner look around, but I didn't notice then—Jack told me about it later. I was too focused on riding it out, shoving my bottom down in the chair, wanting more, deeper, harder, god, I couldn't stand it, I was so close, almost there, and suddenly I was bucking and arching as I came, completely lost, giving myself over as my body shuddered in the chair. I moaned, I heard myself moaning and couldn't stop it, grabbing the edge of the table so hard it shook in my hands.

"Oh my god," I heard Jack whisper. I opened my eyes, my whole body flushed with heat and I watched, breathless, as Lloyd stiffened and came, too, his cock spraying the trunk of the rubber tree plant with the first blast. I gasped out loud, still quivering with my own climax, watching with rapt attention as the next few waves spurted hotly into the soil of the pot below.