Highly Sexed (2 page)

Holding Laurie’s knees apart, Vincent swooped forward until his hair tickled the sensitive inner flesh of her thighs. Hot breath wafted over her fattening clit. She squirmed on the sofa, wondering if he would like it if she begged him to taste her.

What would Vincent like? What were his bedroom habits? He was a whole new territory to be explored. The possibilities of her research task opened up temptingly before her. New positions, new fetishes, new techniques.

“Good enough to eat,” said Vincent.

“So tuck in,” urged Mark.

Laurie threw back her head as the tip of Vincent’s tongue made contact with one of the grooves between her labia. Unlike Mark, he hadn’t gone straight for the central button. This was a different approach, delicate, subtle. He continued drawing his curving line from the top to the bottom of her lips, deepening it with each repetition then he repeated the action on the other side of her. All the while, his hot damp breath misted over her clit, which seemed to grow and strain for attention with each teasing second.

“Oh, God.” She began to struggle with the growing intensity of the sensation, needing him to lick that bud until she melted on to his tongue. Would he ever get there?

“She’s not good with patience,” said Mark with a laugh. “I like your style, Vince. It’s driving her wild.”

Suddenly, there it was, a daring, darting zigzag across her clit. She put her weight on her palms behind her and pushed herself toward him, wanting more than that tantalizing tongue tip.

“Please, please, more,” she begged.

“Mmm, hmm,” he said, and his voice fanned her flames. He removed one of his hands from her knee and introduced a finger to her cunt, adding two more once it became clear that she was overflowing and ready for them.

In a blur, she found Mark and studied him, watching her get licked and fingered by his colleague. His hand was on his crotch. He rushed to unbutton his fly.

Deliberately provocative, she cupped a breast with one hand and began to stroke her nipple. The ticklishness of it joined with the deeper pleasure of Vincent’s tongue on her clit and his fingers inside her to form a perfect triad of sensations.

“I want to see her come,” muttered Mark, hand now firmly on cock. “Make her come.”

Vincent abandoned all pretense of sophistication now and lapped greedily at Laurie’s pussy, fingers working hard.

Looking directly into Mark’s eyes, she came.

“Oh God, Vincent, Vincent,” she said, looking for any sign of jealousy or anger to cross her husband’s face. None did. This was working. This was going to work. “Oh, you’re good,” she added.

“Thank you,” he said, after putting his tongue away and withdrawing his fingers. “You’re not so bad yourself.”

The self-consciousness of the compliment made Laurie smile. “Is this awkward for you?” she asked.

“Awkward? How do you mean?”

“The situation. Making love to another man’s wife while he watches.”

“Awkward, no! I’m trying to pace myself, though. I’ve fantasized about doing something like this since I was a teenager. I don’t want to peak too soon.”

Laurie reached down to the crotch of his trousers. It was bulky and rock solid.

He smiled, a little sheepish. “You see. That’s a risk.”

“I do see. What are we going to do about it? Mark?”

“I think,” said Mark, pondering, “you should sit down, Vince, and have a drink while Laurie and I fuck. What do you think, Laurie?”

“Works for me.”

“Get over on this rug then. All fours.”

Laurie arranged herself so that Vincent would get a good side view of the proceedings, including the spectacle of Mark’s cock flashing in and out of her rear-facing cunt. While Mark undressed, she reached underneath herself and put two fingertips on her recently licked clit, preparing it for more. The night was young.

Vincent sipped at his drink, the bulge in his trousers no less mountainous. Laurie noticed that his hand was shaking somewhat. She frigged herself harder.

“When am I going to get fucked?” she whined.

“Right…about…now.”

Her husband dropped into a crouch behind her. She felt his hands descend on her hips, getting a good, hard grip then his cock was inside her in a flash, filling her up to the glorious hilt.

“Oh, Mark,” she exclaimed, looking sideways at Vincent.

The drink tilted sideways, threatening to spill. He looked almost distressed, so deep in lust that he’d lost himself in it.

“Mmm, yes.” Mark began to bang into her without ceremony, a brutal coupling designed to take the edge off a craving rather than to beguile and seduce.

There would be time for slow sex, for teasing. Something told her that would be Vincent’s style. Mark was, and always had been, a
wham-bam
man. Not that there was anything wrong with that, and of course, sometimes he had to slow down, but the prospect of something different on the menu was whetting her appetite more than she could bear.

She took the pounding, pushing back so she accepted every iota of that thick cock, breaking into perspiration as the speed increased.

“This is how I fuck her, Vince.” Mark’s words were wrung out of him. “Hard. Forceful. I make sure her cunt gets the message.”

Vincent just nodded, his face pale and strained with desire.

Laurie came again then Mark joined in, his roar signifying that his hunger had been satisfied, a hunter with his kill.

“Now you’d think,” puffed Mark from his position draped over Laurie’s spine, “that she’d be too knackered to do anything but sleep now. Wouldn’t you?”

“Definitely.”

“But she isn’t. Give her a little while, and she’ll want another go. That’s where you come in.”

He pulled out and lay down beside Laurie, one hand heavy between her shoulder blades.

“That’s how it goes, isn’t it, love?”

“Yeah,” she agreed, concentrating on the burn in her cunt, a burn she could never get enough of. “I can’t wait. Well, I can wait, but I’m looking forward to it. Where do you want me, Vincent?”

He seemed not to understand the question, spluttering an attempted reply.

“I mean, in here? On the sofa? Over the desk? In our bed?”

“Your bed?” He looked from Laurie to Mark.

“Sure, why not?” said Mark.

“If it’s okay with you…” Vincent looked back to Laurie.

“It’s okay with me,” said Laurie, extricating herself from beneath her husband’s bulk. “Go and get undressed. We’ll join you in a moment.”

She watched him rise to his feet and put down the glass so that the base crashed a little on the glass-topped coffee table. He walked, uncomfortably, to the door indicated by Mark.

“Er, see you in a minute, then,” he said, pulling at his shirt collar as if straightening a nonexistent tie.

“He’s very nervous, isn’t he?” Laurie watched his tall, straight-backed figure disappear through the door. Something occurred to her. “Are you?”

“Me? Nervous? Laurie, I’ve just shagged you doggy style. Nervous isn’t how I’m feeling.”

“All right, just wondered. After all, it’s a first for all of us. Weird how you and I seem to be taking it in stride while Vince’s hands are shaking like a wind chime in a hurricane.”

“We’re on home turf, I suppose. Plus, he’s fancied you rotten for ages. He doesn’t want to fuck this up. So to speak.”

“Perhaps he thinks we’re murderers luring him to his doom.”

“Perhaps. Let’s go and show him otherwise, shall we? Are you ready?”

“You know me, darling. Always.”

In the bedroom, Vincent was standing by the window, peering out through the blind slats.

“Been followed by a private detective, mate?” joked Mark.

Vincent spun around, clamping his hands over his cock—as far as possible, considering the proportions of his erection.

“Oh, honey.” Laurie made a swift path over the deep pile carpet to him. “Don’t hide that gorgeous thing. Come on. Lie down on the bed, and I’ll pay it some attention.” She reached a hand up to cup his neck, nudging him down for a kiss of reassurance.

His shoulders sagged, and the tension seemed to drain from his body. With an arm around Laurie, he shuffled sideways to the bed and lay down, keeping her close.

She sent one finger in a wavy line from the hollow between his pectorals, over his well-toned abs until it came to a halt at the upright stalk below.

“If you touch it,” whispered Vincent, “I think I might… I need to hold back.”

“Oh, I see. You’re close?”

“Very. Watching you and Mark… I like watching.”

“But you like joining in, too, I hope?”

“God, yes. But…do you have anything…?”

“Just a moment.”

Laurie reached over to the bedside drawer and rummaged until she found a small bottle of a pump-action spray.

“We’ve encountered this problem before,” she said. “Or rather, it’s not a problem. Mark likes to give me as many orgasms as possible before coming himself. This helps.”

She spritzed on a little of the desensitizing lotion, smiling as he winced at the temperature of it, then took his shaft firmly in her hand.

“Do you think that’ll do the trick?” she asked, tugging gently.

He exhaled heavily. “Oh. Oh, I think so. Oh. That’s weird.”

“Can’t have you peaking too soon,” said Laurie. “I want a good long fuck from you. A real ride. Look at this cock—I can’t wait to have it up me.”

“Jesus, Laurie. Just…do what you want. Anything.”

“Okay. First things first.”

Another rummage in the drawer produced a pack of condoms. Laurie took her time, wrapping the thin latex cover over Vincent’s cock with excruciating care and slowness.

“Am I doing this right?” she teased, using her knuckles to rub and stroke as the rubber stretched downwards.

“Oh, Laurie.”

“That’s a yes. There. Now, do you know what I want you to do now?”

“Yeah.”

His hands reached blindly for her, trying to grab arms, waist, hips, get her where he wanted her, but she twisted away from him.

“Say it then.”

“You want me to fuck you.”

“That’s right. I want you to put your big, hard cock right up inside my pussy and give me a really good seeing to. Can you do that?”

Vincent’s patience—and his shyness—seemed to have run out.

“Just get on here,” he growled.

“Ooh, masterful.” With a delighted grin, Laurie straddled her new lover and began to lower herself, gyrating her hips all the way onto the eager thickness she craved.

“You’d never know I only got fucked ten minutes ago, would you?” she whispered, tightening her muscles around the new invader. “Another man’s cock was up there. I still feel a bit sore, but I don’t care. I’m going to take every drop from you, Vincent.”

He steadied her, gripping her rolling haunches while she slipped the last couple of inches inside.

“Oh, that feels good. You feel so good inside me. You’re thicker than Mark. You stretch me wider. Oh, fuck, yeah.”

A flash of light from behind her shoulder told Laurie that Mark was taking pictures. Once this was over, she would be able to relive it, poring over photographs of her spread legs and filled cunt while she bounced up and down on this handsome man.

“Am I what you expected?” she asked Vincent, but he seemed incapable of speech.

He simply held her tight and pushed upwards, trying to control the initial pace and rhythm.

Chapter Three

Laurie wanted her orgasm, though, and she soon moved into her stride. She worked her thigh and bum muscles hard, bearing down on Vincent while he made helpless, fluttery noises that touched her heart.

Outside this bedroom, he had a reputation for arrogance and vanity. How completely that had disappeared with his flashy clothes. His perfect hair was disarranged, his shrewd eyes wide and wild. His spray-tanned skin gleamed with sweat. He was working now, working hard.

Flash! Flash! Flash! The camera went into overdrive then suddenly, the clicking stopped, and the mattress creaked and Laurie felt hands on her shoulders.

“I want to join in,” Mark muttered. “Can’t just watch anymore.”

“Take my arse,” panted Laurie. “Go on. Quick, before Vincent comes.”

“Would that be…?”

“Just do it!”

She heard the desperate clatter of her husband’s search for lubricant in that open drawer, but she had no time to think any more about it. Double penetration, the Holy Grail, was coming to her. If only Vincent could hang on…

She slowed her motion, bending low to open up her bottom cheeks for her husband’s cock. They had done this with toys before, but never with two real, live cocks inside her, putting her at the very center of the fuck.

“Slowly, Vincent, really slowly,” she said, then there were warm, slick fingers between her bum cheeks, working that crack until it was slippery moist, before they moved all the way down to where the base of Vincent’s cock was lodged in its hot, tight sheath then up again.

She rocked on her lover’s pelvis, angling her arse up higher, bending to kiss Vincent’s ravenous lips, tease him with her tongue, while Mark’s thick fingers prodded their way into her back passage.

Yes, it would happen. Yes, she was ready. She screwed her eyes shut and concentrated on keeping her sphincter muscles open and relaxed. Mark’s fingers popped out then the rounded tip of his cock butted her anus, pushing slowly, slowly, gently in.

“Uh.” Her grunt was of relief.

He was halfway in, and the familiar burn that always drove her to a moment of panic was past. Now, he moved farther and farther until that sensation she had imagined for so long lit her up. His cock was separated from Vincent’s by the thinnest of barriers. She was as full as she could be.

The threesome maintained a stasis until each was settled in their new position.

“What’s it like, Lo?” asked Mark, his voice cracking.

“Oh. I’m in heaven. Oh, I want to stay like this forever.”

“Perhaps we could arrange that,” said Vincent, his voice suddenly deep and confident once more. “Keep you filled and fucked, night and day. Do a rota.”

“Oh, Vincent. Could you be in charge of that?”

“I fucking could. Now, get to work.”