50 SHADES of EROTICA: Mega Collection of 50 Erotic Stories (7 page)

“Of course baby,” Tony said, unsure of where her conversation was headed.

Lara bent down and sucked the head of his swollen cock into her mouth and let it pop out with a loud smack.  “Then come inside with me baby, we’re going to break some more rules…”  Lara climbed the steps to the porch, and as she stepped inside the door, she dropped her blouse and skirt on the floor inside.  Wearing only a sheer pair of panties, she deliberately exaggerated the sway of her hips as she walked to the master bedroom.  When she turned the corner into the hallway, she slipped off her panties and tossed them onto the floor in the living room.  Tony hurried after her.

When he entered the bedroom he had discarded nearly all of his own clothes.  Passing through the door, he froze, transfixed. The master bedroom was the only furnished room in the house, and it looked like something out of a fairytale.  There were candles of all sizes surrounding the king sized mattress.  There was incense burning, and there were satin sheets on the bed.  Lara was naked, and she had shaved her pubic hair…but the biggest shock was the busty blonde that lay on the bed next to his wife, mother naked and sucking on Lara’s nipples.

“Oooooh, I’d forgotten how pretty he is,” Tabbie cooed. 

His memory kicked in…Tabbie, a cheerleader from their high school days.  “Tabbie?” he asked.

“That’s me baby,” Tabbie said as she crawled off the bed and then across the floor.  She stopped in front of Tony’s erect penis. “Wow,” she said.  Turning her head, she gazed at Lara.  “Are you sure you don’t mind?”

“Mind? Hell, I can’t wait!” Lara said with a wicked smile.

Tabbie inhaled Tony’s cock with a single gulp and his knees weakened.  Lara went to him and led him to the bed, Tabbie refusing to relinquish his thick cock for even a second.  As Lara shoved him back onto the bed, her lips locked with Tony’s and her tongue sought out the deep recesses of his mouth.

She pulled her head away and whispered to him.  “I love you Tony Barrows, and this house and this night are my pledge to you…a wonderful home to come to every night, and a life of
untamed passion
…”  The last was said on a rising note as Tabbie finally relinquished Tony’s cock and turned her attention and her talented tongue to Lara’s wet pussy.

They did what they could to make each other’s life more comfortable, and they were happy with their lives…until Meredith overheard her husband bragging about her body to his card playing buddies.  There had never been a hint before that he enjoyed showing her off, but once she had heard it and hadn’t balked, James began to push it…with Meredith’s complete cooperation.

Saturday nights were poker nights, it had been that way for the last four years, and Meredith supposed it would go on until James got tired of the game.  It was inconvenient because she had to give up one of
her
free nights on the weekend, but James was really so good about doing whatever
she
wanted on Fridays and Sundays that she really couldn’t complain.  And they didn’t try to exclude her from the festivities, they even asked her if she wanted to play, but after a very few hands she had decided that poker wasn’t her game.

The guys teased and joked with her as she brought them beer and chips and kept the ashtrays clean.  The conversation tended to get a little rough at times, but she had grown up with three brothers and a dad who was a cop…there wasn’t much she hadn’t heard before.  Besides, she got a thrill out of some of the stories that they told when they thought she couldn’t hear them…and she really got a thrill when one of the men complimented James on her body or commented on how sexy she was.  She started to dress sexier for the games on Saturdays because the guys made her feel sexy.  James didn’t say anything, he seemed to enjoy the looks she got from his buddies.

James began to buy her special outfits for Saturday nights, giving them to her in the mornings, without telling her to wear them.  She knew, and she put them on for him.  The first outfit was a sheer lacy top and a pair of hot pants that showed a little more of her ass than she was comfortable with…but James had chosen it so she wore it.  When she looked at her image in the mirror she could see her bra very clearly and that bothered her even more.

That night when she brought the beer in there was total silence until she had left the room.  Her heart was pounding as she hid by the refrigerator in the kitchen, believing James had gone too far.

“Jesus Christ Jim,” Terry Sawyer said, “at the risk of getting my skull caved in, Meredith looks hot as hell in that getup!”

“No need to worry about getting your head caved in Terry,” James said with a grin, “I bought that for her this morning.  I was kinda hoping she wouldn’t wear the bra with it…that looks kinda tacky but I’m not going to say a word, I’m proud of her.”

“Fuck Jim,” Al McIntosh said, “If she wasn’t wearing the bra we could see her tits just like she wasn’t wearing anything at all…are you crazy?”

“Crazy proud of my woman Al,” James said.  “You guys all hide your women away like you’re scared of losing them.  I would prefer Meredith knew how proud of the way she’s taken care of herself makes me.  Hell, if I had my way, she wouldn’t wear anything at all…but I don’t know if she’d go for that.”

There were loud guffaws around the table, none of the men believed a word of it.  Meredith did.  Blushing down to the tips of her toes, she fled down the hallway to her bedroom.  James was
proud
of the way she looked?  He
wanted
men to look at her? She didn’t know whether to be pleased or offended.

Meredith stared into the mirror, pleased at her slender shape and her proud breasts.  She had great skin and long sexy legs, and she did look fantastic for a woman in her early thirties.  On a whim, she let her hair down from the ponytail she had put it up in earlier and shook out the blonde curls.  It hung down nearly to her nipples.  In spite of her misgivings, she removed the lacy shirt and took off the bra.  When she put the shirt back on, her nipples were almost concealed by her cascading hair.

Defiantly, she headed back up the hall, her head high and her hardening nipples leading the way.  If James wanted to show her off, she would do what she could to please him.  Entering the dining room, she leaned against the door in what she assumed was a sexy pose and shook her hair.  “Anybody ready for another beer?” she asked in a husky voice.

Al was the first to notice, and when he saw her bare breasts under the blouse he bit his cigar in half.  It took him a moment before he realized that the burning end was resting in his lap.  Terry’s jaw dropped to somewhere around his knees, but James smiled from ear to ear.  “You look good enough to eat baby!” he said.

Meredith walked over and bent to kiss him, the blouse falling away and exposing her breasts to most of the men.  “You can eat me anytime you want sweetie,” she said.  James was grinning widely as he patted her ass.

“I’ll take that beer baby,” he said.

“I want one too,” Al croaked, his throat suddenly very dry.  Terry caught her eye, and he couldn’t even speak, he simply nodded his head.  Feeling very full of herself, Meredith swayed into the kitchen to get the beers.

“Jesus Christ,” she heard.  “Holy Shit.”  James said nothing, he simply grinned.

When his friends had left, Meredith wrapped her arms around James and kissed him greedily.  “I like it when you want to show me off to your friends,” she said.  She had no idea she had just uncovered James’s secret temptation.

“Get to the bed woman,” James said teasingly.

“Uh-uh,” Meredith said softly, “I want my man right here, right now…”  She slid to her knees.  She had never been fond of oral sex, though she knew James loved it. Tonight she was determined that James was going to be as happy as she was.

Meredith unfastened his jeans and slid them down to his ankles, and then slid his boxers down the same way.  Tentatively she lifted his heavy cock and took the tip into her mouth.  He had always tried to push it into her mouth more, but she had always sort of half heartedly let him thrust in and out between her teeth and then turned her head when he came.  Tonight there was no guilt, no shame at what she was doing. Tonight she wanted him as far into her mouth as she could take him…tonight for the first time she was going to let him finish where he wanted to.  She had no idea if she’d ever be able to do it again, but tonight was special.  When James began to cum, she was going to swallow.

“Jesus baby that feels good,” James whispered.  “Oh…oh my god.”

Meredith’s nipples hardened as she heard the unusual sounds of his pleasure, and she redoubled her efforts to make the cum spurt out of the tip of his cock…she knew he always came a lot.

She pulled her mouth off him long enough to encourage him, her words setting up a tremor in his muscular belly.  “I want you to cum in my mouth tonight lover, I know you’ve always wanted to.”  There was a light in her eyes as she gazed up at him with wide eyes and opened her lips.  “Cum inside my mouth James.”

He did, copiously.  The thick scalding fluid filled her mouth and she gulped as she swallowed the length of him in her warm wet mouth. She felt his hands pull her hair as he thrust into her mouth, and the cries and moans of ecstasy that came from his throat were sexual music to her ears…so much so that she crested herself, amazed that she could cum without touching herself.  She swallowed greedily, her fear and distaste for the act gone forever.  She even licked up the cum that had spilled down his thighs.

When she finally led him back to the bedroom, she stripped off the hotpants and lay back on the mattress, feeling his hardness penetrated deep into her belly as she welcomed him with her toes pointed towards the ceiling.  Meredith lost track of her orgasms after the first few minutes.

When they were both spent and had collapsed in each other’s arms, James said, “You heard me say I loved to show you off, didn’t you?”

“Mmmhmm,” she sighed, snuggling her face into the hollow of her neck.  He was more than half soft, but she could still feel him inside her.

“Jesus,” he said, “wonder what you would have done if I had told you I’d like to watch you suck Terry’s cock?”  Meredith came, the lips of her pussy squeezing down almost painfully around his flaccid cock.

The next Saturday started out rainy and dreary, but James still gave her an outfit that he laid out on the bed for her when she was working in the kitchen. Her eyes lit up as she took in the outfit, wondering if she’d have the nerve to wear it.  One glance told her that she’d have to make special preparations if she was going to dare to wear it in front of the men.  She smiled to herself, wondering how she would look with all that hair shaved off.

There were a couple of calls before eight o’clock, and two knocks at the door before Meredith worked up the nerve to come out.  She called out from the kitchen before she looked in the living room to see who needed a beer, but James answered that he only needed two.  Boldly she stepped into the living room, prepared to dazzle the boys in the skimpiest outfit she’d ever even seen.  There were only two men present, James and Terry.  “Everybody else called and said it was too nasty out, and Al decided not to stay because there weren’t enough people to play,” James said laconically.

Terry took the beer from her as he simply stared in sheer disbelief at what Meredith was wearing.  She caught the gleam in James’s eye and walked over in front of Terry.  “How do you like it Terry?”  She twirled as if she were a model on a stage.

Terry had never seen a microbikini before, it was really just a collection of spaghetti straps and small patches no larger than a man’s thumb covering strategic spots.  For all intents and purposes, Meredith was naked.  James stood up and walked over to the stereo, turning it on to a late night channel.  The music was loud and sleazy, just like in a bar or a strip joint.

“Why don’t you dance for us baby?” James teased.

The mood was definitely on her, and the music was the way she liked it, loud and rowdy.  Her hips flashed and her arms went above her head…in seconds, Meredith was in a fantasy world all her own.  When the disc jockey put an old Poison album, Open Up and Say Ah, she was taken back few years and got positively nasty.  She twirled and turned, working up a slick sheen of sweat, and began to tease the two men by getting as close to them as she could without touching them.

She watched James out of the corner of her eye as she bent over Terry’s head, the tiny fabric covering of her nipple actually inside of his mouth.  Her husband was grinning like a kid at Christmas.

She turned to James and executed the same move, but this time her finger caught at the narrow string, exposing her nipple, allowing his lips to close down over her rigid nipple and causing her to gasp at the thrill of the contact.  Meredith twirled again and pulled Terry’s chair out from the table.  When the second song on the album started, she straddled Terry’s lap and shook her hard belly in front of his eyes.  As he stared at her wide eyed, she lifted the straps from her shoulders, completely baring her breasts to his hungry gaze.

Terry was now oblivious to the fact that Meredith’s husband was watching her dance, all but naked, in his lap.  She reached out and grabbed his head, pressing her nipple into his open mouth, and using her hands, she closed his mouth on her breast.   Shivering at the first sexual contact with anyone but James in twelve years, she glanced back at her husband.  James had put his hand on his crotch and was massaging himself as Meredith let his best friend suck her tit.

Meredith felt herself going completely crazy, and she lowered her crotch until the bare pussy lips sticking out on either side of the tiny patch of cloth at her newly shaven pussy were rubbing against the huge bulge in his jeans.  She wanted to cum, but she was determined to put on the show that she now knew for certain that James wanted to see.