Drenched Panties (8 page)

The face between her legs licked her outer lips
,
and the wetness of his tongue
mixed with the heat of the oil and the air in the room made Kelly
cry out. She bucked against the hands holding
her in place, delirious with her need. Her nipples were on fire, the tongues paying homage
to them
would not let up.
Two fingers delved into her
ridiculously wet sheath.

“
Please!
” Kelly begged.

Three fingers stretched
and fucked her
. She
arched
her
pelvis to meet the strokes.
She heard a hum and then a vibrator was placed on her clit while the fingers in her pussy thrust faster and deeper.
She was coming apart, gasping and gripping the fingers with
her vaginal muscles. Her ass lifted up as the first shards of bliss overtook her.

“
Yes, come for us, Kelly."

She did with a loud wail that was cut off with a
rough
kiss. The tongue in her mouth mimicked the movements of the fingers still moving deep inside of her. He kissed her hard as orgasmic ripples tore through her. She could feel the hea
d of a hard cock pushing
its way inside her creamy pussy
. Her
mouth was released
from the demanding kiss and Kelly
cried out again
when
the thick crown of her unknown lover pushed into her a few inches and then retracted.

“Oh
please,
please!
” Kelly pleaded.

Her wavering voice mixed
with the erotic wet sounds of men lapping at her breasts and toes
filled the room.

“Please what
,
Kelly?”

It was then that she knew it was him, the one she wanted the most.
Her pussy creamed a little more at the realization.

“Please fuck me…
hard,
” she said.

“As you
wish.”

Kelly screamed as he plunged his
hard cock completely into her.
He reamed her pussy with deep, mind-altering strokes.

“Yes! Yes!” Kelly cried
repeatedly, lost in her pleasure.

She lost count of the strokes
, lost track of everything but his control over her body. Someone
pressed the vibrator to her
clit again
and Kelly writhed on the table. Her lover fucked her harder and Kelly’s mouth fell open in a silent scream of ecstasy
as an
other climax ripped through her. She sucked in air and screamed again, trembling uncontrollably.
Two
hands
on both sides of her pushed her legs up and wider as her marathon lover kept pummeling
into
her soaked
,
quivering pussy.

Her lover groaned
as he came. His thrusts within her slowed and then stopped. He pulled his cock out, and Kelly was
vaguely aware of all
the
other hands and mouths
slipping
from her body as he
lay beside her
.

Someone untied h
er hands
and
Kelly
reached over to run her hand over her lover’s sweaty body.

They were alone.

She
didn’t know how she knew
,
but she did. She cons
idered asking her lover to remove her
blindfold
, but
re
considered
.
She didn’t need to see him to choose him again. His voice and sexy scent would be forever burned into her memory.

“Thank you,” she said, running her fingers over his lips.

He took hold of her hand and sucked on the pad of her fingers. His lips brushed against hers. He deep kiss tasted
of cinnamon and of her.

“My pleasure, Kelly.
Welcome to
The
Club."

For most of us, it takes some time to figure out what we want out of a lover. The journey isn’t always easy, but I believe well worth traveling. When you know what you want, you can finally ask for it...just be ready for what comes your way.

~Nichelle Gregory

Be Careful What You Ask For

Maxy
sighed. She was beyond distracted. Her impe
n
ding divorce was the only thing on her mind.
The papers had been signed and she knew
her husband
,
Vince
,
probably had the documents in his hands right about now. Maxy
wondered what his reaction had been when he had gotten them. She
stood up in her strappy sandals
and walked across the plush carpet in her office to stare blankly
out of
the w
indow.

Had she done the right thing in asking for a divorce?

The alternative was cheating on her husband.
..h
er wonderfully sweet, attentive and patient husband.

Maxy knew h
e loved
... N
o
,
adored
her.

Vince
was a good husband. He showered
her with attention, expensive gifts and
plenty of
tender love
-
making. She should have been t
he happiest woman on the planet, but
instead she was bored.
Maxy had tried to drop hints on ways to spice up their love life
,
and when that hadn’t worked she’d explained to him what she wanted in the bedroom.

The conversation hadn’t gone over well.

Sex with Vince had gotten too predictable. Their love-making lacked excitement and spontaneity.
Hell, she knew what
he
was going to do in bed before he did it and she played her role. A moan here, a soft cry of passion there
,
and then she'd slip into her dark fantas
ies of being dominated and man-
handled to
catch up in an orgasm with her husband
. S
he wanted him to make her scream with pleasure, even mixed with a little pain. She needed him to keep her g
uessing and panting in anticipation of what he was going to do to her next.

Vince didn't get it. He’d
got
ten
angry when he stumbled across her private stash of naughty toys
;
complete with dildos, nipple rings, handcuffs, and a fuzzy paddle. Thank god he hadn't discovered her collection of porn
with
women doing some very kinky things and loving every freaky minute of it.

A rift had formed between them and their sex life had suffered to the point of almost non-existence. Their marriage had seemed irreparable, leaving Maxy to feel guilty about her spicy
suggestions.
They had decided to separate, both unwilling to cut the ties. The separation had only made things between them more strained. After months of tension, divorce seemed like the next step.

Maxy watched the cars below merge into traffic, torn with her decision. She still loved
Vince
. He didn’t satisfy her kinky needs, but he was a good lover. She craved his cock, missed how tightly he stretched her with his
magnificent
erection.

A soft moan escaped from
Maxy’s
lips as desire uncoiled within her.

This whole situation was her fault.

She should have told Vince about her secret
fetishes
before they got married, but she'd figured
he would be game for anything.

What guy
didn't like a freak in the bedroom?

Not her sweet Vince.
He was a gentle lover, treated her like she was fragile.

She wanted him to trust in her strength.

Maxy knew s
he'd never forget the look of sadness on Vince's face when she'd finally told him she wanted out of their marriage.
She loved him, but she didn’t want to hurt him and she was tired of feeling guilty for wanting more. Divorce was the right thing to do before she gave into her
desire to meet UWILLCUM_MYWAY online.

When Vince had moved out, she’d spent a lot of lonely nights online. Somehow, she’d stumbled across a dating site catering to her sexual longings. Just thinking about her
late night
,
sexy online chats made her heart
catch and her pussy wet
. He
r cyber lover was so damn erotic. He k
new just what to say
and liked to tell her, in explicit detail, exactly how he'd make her come hard by fulfilling all her naughty wishes.

Maxy
touched the cool glass of the window and
wondered what Vince would do when he got the papers.

Would he be happy to
be
rid of her?

She knew he was fed up with her frustration
,
too.

Did he miss her? W
ould he miss her?

God, she
missed him
so much, craved his touch, but
she needed more from him.
Flashes of Vince kissing and holding her sent a spike of longing through her.
She couldn't bring herself to sleep with anyone
while
they
were
separated and she was horny as hell.

Maxy
turned away from the window and
balled her fists.

How pathetic was she?

She had a
wonderful husband who loved her,
wanted to
make love to her, a
nd she'd let him go because he wouldn't tie her up?

Maxy groaned and shook her head. Maybe she
had made a huge mistake.
She sat back down at her desk, her gaze falling on her wedding photo as the phone rang
.

"Hello?" Maxy
absently answered, staring
at
a snap shot of her and Vince on a beach in Jamaica
.

"I'm coming by to get the rest of my things."

Her husband’s deep voice was as chilly as December air in the Windy City.

"Vince?"

S
he couldn't stop the smile curving her l
ips. She'd always loved the masculine
timbre of his voice.
There was so much she still wanted to say. She knew that now.

"Is seven ok?"

He sounded so cold and detached. It broke her heart. Maxy swallowed and blinked back tears.

This is what she had wanted... right?

"Seven is fine. Vince?"

He had already ended the call
.

Wiping tears away, she got up, grabbed her purse and walked out of
her office
. She headed out of the building to her car in a fog
. If traffic was in her favor
,
she'd have less than a hal
f hour to wait before he joined her at their beautiful ranch styled home
.

She pulled into the driveway at twenty minutes to seven.  Maxy made a beeline to the bathroom, wanting to shower before Vince got there. She hurriedly lathered her skin beneath the warm stream of water, her mind racing with everything she wanted to
say to her husband. She exited the shower and toweled dry before standing in front of the mirror to stare at her brown sugar curves
.

Vince always told her how much he loved the way her small waist accentuated her rounded hips and
juicy
ass.
He had always made her feel beautiful.
Maxy
reached up to touch her
36C breasts
. She tweaked the
dark chocolate nipples protruding from the cold air
and smiled. Vince had been adamantly against her getting a
breast job
when she’d expressed her desire to go bigger
.
She was glad he’d talked her out of doing it.

Maxy took her favorite silk robe off the hook near the vanity and put it on without cinching it. She began to brush her straightened hair when an unfamiliar noise made her pause. She strained her ears to listen for movement downstairs, thinking maybe Vince had let
himself
in. H
e still had a key to their house.