Dating : Wickedly Yours

Dinner is mostly a quiet affair, save for the occasional sounds of cutlery scraping against plates, and “this is really delicious,” and “honey, can you pass the sauce, please.”

Tension bubbles under the surface. Judging from the uneasy glances Shawn is giving me, he must be running through all the possible different scenarios. I’m equally unsure how things are going to play out.

Once we finish eating, Shawn offers to clean up. “Why don’t you ladies get cozy first? I’ll join you soon.”

Avery and I proceed to the couch for some drinks and chitchat. Her dress is so short the hem rides up as she sits. My gaze veers to her smooth, toned legs.

Somewhere between sipping my wine and easy conversation, I decide to bring up the main topic. “So about that email …”

She beams. A knowing, dazzling smile. “I meant every word I said, Melissa. Are you having second thoughts?”

“No,” I reply a little too hastily. “I, uhm, I’m good with our arrangement.”

Her hand slides to my knee. “Excellent,” she purrs and crushes her lips to mine.

I’ve never known the kiss of a woman before, let alone an electrifying one like hers that transports me to another world — a place where time has frozen and everything is shrouded in a dreamy haze of desire.

We strip each other naked. The thought of baring my forty-something body to a twenty-something stranger makes me hesitate at first, but her sweet kisses and touch chase away my insecurities. Her skin against mine feels incredible. Soft. Smooth. Luscious.

She does indeed fulfill her promise to worship me from top to bottom, leaving a hot, wet trail. Her tongue is gentle yet demanding. Her hands knead down my body, making pit stops on my breasts before venturing south.

Every inch of me is on fire. I surrender to her ministrations. No longer caring if Shawn walks in on us.

She drops to her knees. “Spread your legs.”

How can she be so at ease when I’m a tight ball of anticipation?

Her finger finds my throbbing clit. “Wider.”

Breathing heavily, I open fully to her.

She examines my wide open pussy and smiles up at me. “Hmm. Let’s see if you taste as good as you look.” With that, her head dips between my thighs.

The last of my inhibitions melt away, replaced by white-hot lust. Back arched, I press against her, into her, seeking more. My fingers tangle in her red curls, spurring her on. I beg her to fill and stretch me. To fuck me deeper. Harder. I’m needy and shameless. A quivering mess. I say things I can’t imagine saying to anyone other than my husband.

“God, you’re so yummy,” she whispers. “I could eat you out for days.”

Mouth. Tongue. Hands. She works non-stop until I explode in a shower of ecstasy. My head drops back. A breathless cry rips from my throat. Desperate to escape the onslaught on my overstimulated nerves, I writhe and push away from her.

Her hands grasp my hips, fingers digging into my skin, forcing me to ride out the waves.

“Getting started without me, I see.”

Standing a few feet away, Shawn’s fisting his thick and slightly curved cock. How long has he been watching?

“Sorry, dessert’s too tempting.” Avery sucks her fingers clean. “Your wife’s delicious.”

There’s an underlying chemistry between them. How long have they been screwing? At six feet two, Shawn towers over the pretty young thing. He could easily crush her, split her open and make her scream.

Shawn says, “Melissa. You call the shots, honey. Tell us what you want.”

“I want to… watch you two play.” What I meant was, I want to watch you fuck her. I’m dying to see them in action.

He strips out of his boxers and pants. His clothes join the pile on the floor.

She crawls on her knees toward him. Doesn’t matter she’s almost half his age — they look amazing together. Her soft curves and his sculpted lines.

They lock eyes. No words. It’s as if they’re reading each other’s minds. He holds out his cock to her. Her tongue darts out to lick at the tip.

It’s a strange feeling watching my husband and a third party in an intimate act. I brace myself for the familiar pang of jealousy. There’s none. Instead, I find their sensual performance fascinating. How the hell does she fit his massive cock into her tiny mouth? I’m taking notes. A private lesson from the very best.

As her head bobs up and down, Shawn shifts his focus to me. His stormy gray gaze is a vortex sucking me in.

Heat pulses between my legs, a sharp spasm of need, a carnal longing so acute every fiber in me aches. It’s as if I’m pleasuring him by proxy. The longer he stares, the wetter I become. I reach down, unbearably aroused, and massage my clit in rapid circles.

His tormented growls tell me he’s nearly there. So am I. We climax at the same time, perfectly attuned, me grinding into my hand, him spurting down her throat.

Avery pulls away and wipes her chin. Her face is flushed, pupils dilated, lips swollen. I slink over, brush the hair from her brow, and kiss the woman who just brought my husband to orgasm. His rich flavor tempts me for more.

I fondle her firm, larger-than-mine breasts. Close my mouth around her taut nipple.

Her moans and my husband’s heated gaze encourage me to explore further, discover all her secrets.

“I want to taste you, sweetheart.” I work my way to her core, starting with experimental kittenish licks before plunging my tongue into her blazing depths. My nose mashes into her clit. Engulfed in the decadent scent and taste of her, I’m ravenous.

“Oh, God, yes,” she cries, tugging at my hair. “I’m coming.” Her hips buck. Her wetness soaks my face.

I swallow every bit of the creamy fluid and look up, bearing a triumphant smirk. Who’s gushing now?

“Sweet Jesus. You ladies are having too much fun,” Shawn says from behind her, his cock ready and eager. “May I?”

“It’s up to her,” Avery pants. “She’s the boss.”

They put me in charge. Fancy that. “Yes. Fuck her, Shawn. Fuck her hard.”

Avery tosses me an appreciative glance. Shawn is studying my face with a renewed curiosity, probably wondering what’s gotten into his plain-vanilla wife. My choices amaze even myself.

Sipping my wine, I watch him roll on a condom and get behind Avery, who’s bent over the couch.

He makes eye contact. The sheer intensity of his gaze steals my breath away. Something passes between us — an understanding that things will never be the same after tonight. Our marriage has evolved. Oddly, this is the closest I’ve felt to my husband in ages.

He fucks her with his cock and fucks me with his eyes.

Unable to resist, I scoot closer, seal my lips over hers to capture her moan. My plan is to tease her and be their cheerleader.

Avery has a different idea. She urges me onto my back. Slips not one but three fingers inside me.

I gasp. Shawn picks up his pace and she gasps.

Clearly not one to shy from a challenge, Avery buries her head between my quivering thighs and devours me, lapping up all my cunt juices.

Musk permeates the air. A symphony of sighs fills the room, punctuated by wet sounds of skin slapping skin. I didn’t think I had more to give. Yet, I do. So much more.