The Silk Tie (Erotic Threesome Romance) (4 page)

His
breaths were warm and fast by my ear, storm-like. “Now, how does it feel now?”

As he’d
spoken he’d driven in farther. It felt like I had him all now, or at least I
hoped I did because I couldn’t take much more.

“Oh,
God,” I moaned.

“What’s
it like?” he asked again, more urgently.

What
was it with the questions? “I…I’m so full. It’s like you’re part of me. So deep
inside me.”

He
groaned. “I am. I’m so damn high up in your pretty arse, my arse—I own you,
don’t I?”

“Yes.
I’m yours, Gabe…”

“So
take all of me.” He eased in some more.

Just
when I didn’t think I could take another inch of his cock he gave it to me. His
balls pushed at my pussy and the root of his shaft stretched my anus so damn
wide. Darts of arousal shot to my clit and my pussy trembled for him.

It had
been so long since we’d indulged in this. Why did we leave it so many months?

And what
had made Gabe yearn for it tonight?

“Are
you handling me?” he asked.

“Yes.
Yes…”

“Good,
because I’m going to come now. In your arse.”

“I want
that…oh, Gabe…”

He
withdrew, not far, then slid back in.

We both
grunted; mine muffled in the pillow, his in my hair.

“I
can’t last…” he said.

“So
come. Come in me.” I didn’t think I’d orgasm again, the last one was so fresh.
But I loved coming first then hearing, seeing, feeling Gabe’s climax without
being distracted.

“I’m
going to,” he moaned. “Fuck, it’s here…already.”

He
shoved into me.

His
pubic hair tickled my buttocks and my breasts dragged on the bedcovers.

I splayed
my fingers wide, curled my toes and allowed my body to be a vessel for my
husband’s pleasure.

“Oh,
God, oh, God…” he gasped. “That’s it. Right, high…in you…”

His
cock was pulsing, small throbs that my sensitive sphincter absorbed. Warmth
seeped inside me, mixing with the lube.

I
committed it all to memory. Every groan, jerk and judder. Later, or tomorrow,
I’d find that corner of my mind where I’d stored this moment and smile, hug
myself and think of Gabe orgasming with his beautiful cock in my ass.

“Ah,
Hales, that’s so good…” he said breathlessly and stilling his twitching hips.
“So fucking good.” He flopped harder onto me.

“Lift
up a bit,” I puffed. “Can’t…breathe.”

“Fuck,
sorry.” He pulled away and slid his cock out.

“You
didn’t have to…” I felt bereft without him.

“I
did.” He reached for my wrists and quickly undid the belt. “You’ve been trussed
up like that for too long. I hope you haven’t lost feeling in your hands.”

“No,
they’re okay,” I said. That wasn’t quite the truth, they were a little numb and
pins and needles jabbed at my fingertips.

He
discarded the belt and it slithered to the floor. The bunched-up robe was also
abandoned.

“Come
here,” he said, scooping me close to his chest.

I
pressed my hands between us and linked my fingers, relieved to have my
shoulders back in a more natural position.

“Thanks,”
he said, kissing my forehead and speaking into my hair. “That was fucking
awesome.”

“You
don’t need to say thanks,” I said, snuggling my face into his neck and settling
into my favorite spot, the gap between his head and the first angle of his
shoulder that felt like it was designed just for me.

“I
hadn’t planned that, when I tied you to the bed, you know.”

“Did
you plan any of it?” I closed my eyes. “The shower? Leaving me dying of
frustration?”

“No, I just
went with what felt right.”

“And it
did feel right, so clearly that approach works.” I sucked in a large breath—my
heart and breathing rates were returning to normal.

Gabe
tangled his legs with mine.

“So why
were you so…er…talkative?” I asked. “You’re not usually so keen to know how
everything feels.”

He was
quiet for a moment and I didn’t think he’d answer, but then, “I don’t know,
it’s just…”

“What?”
Curiosity was gnawing at me but I contained it. Something told me he might clam
up if he thought I was as fascinated as I was.

“It’s
just I was thinking about it today, anal sex, you know.”

“As you
do.” I smiled.

“Well,
not usually, not at work, but I did, and then when I saw you so keen for me to
bury deep all that need came back.”

“So why
were you thinking about it? I’m sure it wasn’t Ethel, your secretary, that got
you going.”

He
chuckled. “No, definitely not.” He paused. “I don’t know really. I just was.”

“And
you wondered what it felt like for me to have you in my arse?”

“Yes. It
feels fucking awesome when I’m in there, so tight on my dick and on the root
and so soft and warm. It’s so…”

I
grinned, my cheek bunching on his neck. “Naughty, forbidden?”

“Yeah,
I guess, and it makes me feel so close to you.”

I
wriggled nearer. “You’re always close to me, even when we’re apart.”

“I
know.”

“And
did I satisfy your curiosity?” I asked. “About how it feels?”

“Yeah,
well…” He tensed slightly.

I
raised my head, needing to look at his face through the dim light. “Well what?”

“Yes,”
he said with a downward curl of his lips that lasted a nanosecond. “You did.”

I bit
my bottom lip. Not only was I a lawyer and trained to look for
micro-expressions, I also knew my husband. And what I’d just seen was one of
the things I loved about him. There was always more to learn and that delighted
me, especially in a moment like this when I’d just seen something I hadn’t
expected.

Because
I hadn’t satisfied his curiosity about how it felt to be ass-fucked. Not by a
long shot. How could I with just a few words? Words were inadequate for such a
momentous feeling, such a grand sensation.

Gabe
had just revealed a fantasy to me. Without even realizing it he’d given me a
tool to tease and thrill him with, to make him come in a way he never had
before.

I
smiled and let out a long, slow breath as I shut my eyes.  It seemed I’d
be shopping between sessions tomorrow. There was something I didn’t have
naturally but luckily would be able to buy.

Hoxton
was a Tube ride away and as I walked down the quiet cobbled back streets toward
women’s erotic emporium Sh!, I felt a little nervous.

The
light of day had shaken my confidence. Had I really seen in Gabe’s face what I
thought I had the night before?

I
glanced up at the pink front door and the bubble of cerise balloons hanging from
a gutter pipe and fluttering in the breeze. I clenched my ass. I was a little
tender down below and could still feel him there. The sensation spurred me on
to carry out my plan

This
was a sensation he wanted too. I was sure of it.

I
tightened the strap of my handbag over my shoulder and wandered into the
brightly lit shop. The overwhelming color was pink and the place smelled of a
sweetly spiced perfume and was bursting with sexy toys and outfits.

A
clutter of vibrators stood on their bases on a large round table. There was a
wall of books with enticing covers, and display units holding an assortment of
interesting-looking toys, candles, whips and underwear.

I had
an idea of what I wanted but I needed to have a good search through the
products. Well, why not? It was all so pretty and erotic, plus I’d had to take
my lunch break to get here—a break I skipped most of the time—so I
might as well make the most of it.

G’day,”
said a smiling shop assistant who appeared to be doing a stock check. She had a
clipboard in her hand and a pen with a long red feather dangling from the end.
She also had a name badge with Renae printed in pink letters.

“Hello,”
I said.

“Go
ahead and browse,” she said, flashing a pewter-colored tongue stud as she spoke
with an Australian twang. “And if you want any help just say the word.”

“I
will, thanks.” I smiled and moved to a row of paddles hanging on hooks. They
were a variety of sizes and material: leather, plastic, grooved and spiked.

I
walked past them and studied a selection of butt plugs. Maybe I should get Gabe
one of them. Prize his little hole open with that and make him wear it while I
sucked him off, just to get him used to me invading him there.

No. I’d
stick with what I’d come for. I had a plan. I was a woman on a mission.

I
fingered a pretty lace bra with satin straps then stroked my fingers down the
tails of a suede flogger. It was tempting to buy one of everything, just for
the hell of it. It wasn’t like money was an issue for us.

A beep
came from my purse. My iPhone, real life calling. Much as I would have liked to
spend the day and lot of cash in this lovely shop, I had clients waiting and
paperwork to get on top of.

I
turned to the assistant, Renae. “Do you have any strap-ons?” I asked.

As I’d
spoken, as the word strap-on had come out of my mouth and was no longer a
thought, a tingle went over my skin.

Seriously.
Had I ever thought I’d walk into a shop and ask for
that
?

She
nodded, her expression remaining friendly and efficient and without a flicker
of reaction to my request. “Sure, this way.”

I
followed her to the back of the shop and a spot-lit alcove that held rows of
black leather harnesses of all shapes and sizes.

“Is it for
you to wear?” Renae asked, setting aside her clipboard.

“Er, yes.”
I folded my arms.

“And
your partner...her?”

“Er,
no. Him.” I unfolded my arms and let them hang at my sides.

“Okay.
How about this one, it’s one of our best sellers and I think would really suit
your shape.” She reached up and hooked something similar to a jockstrap off a
peg. “This hole,” she indicated a round slot, “is where you attach the dildo.”

“Oh,
you buy them separately?”

“Yes.
That way you can pick a length that suits your needs.” She shrugged. “Or rather
his needs.”

“Yes, I
suppose.” I took it from her and stroked the soft leather. It did feel nice. I
could imagine wearing it, like panties, and having a big cock sticking out of
it.

“That’s
a medium,” she said. “Do you want to try it on?”

“Er,
no, thanks. It looks about right, and it seems as though it adjusts slightly.”

“Yes,
it does. And for the attachment?” She turned to a display cabinet stacked with
dildos. “These are the ones that will attach to that particular harness.
They’re all made of silicone so it’s just a case of size.”

I
stared at them. The biggest were about the same length as Gabe’s dick. Or so I
thought; it was hard to tell when they were such bright colors—purple,
sparkly pink, neon blue.

“If it’s
his first time then you want something just a bit more than a finger,” the
assistant said. “Two fingers wide is probably perfect.”

“Okay.”
I swallowed. She talked about anally penetrating my husband the way I talked
about affidavits and summonses and what flavor ice-cream to buy. “Er, yes, it
is. His first time, that is.”

“This
gets good reviews.” She plucked a purple one from the shelf. “It’s not too big,
you can progress to those later, but this length should hit his prostate and
let him know what it’s all about.” She took the harness and clipped the dildo
onto the front. ”And believe me,
you’ll
know all about it when you hit
that spot.”

“Yes. I
think that’s what he wants.”

“I’m
sure it is.” She nodded. “Lube. You’ll need lots of lube.”

“Of
course.” I had some, but I guessed it wouldn’t hurt to have a good stock.

“Anything
else?” she asked.

“Maybe
I’ll take a bigger one too. For another time.” I reached for a thicker, black
dildo. “For when he’s got used to that one.”

“Good
idea.”

She
smiled and took my purchases to the till.

After
paying and putting my new toys—or rather Gabe’s new toys—into the
very bottom of my maxi purse, I headed back to the Tube station. A sense of
anticipation and excitement was rattling through me. The knowledge of a
surprise for my husband and a night of fun warmed me even though the afternoon
was warm anyway.

I rode
down into the depths of the Underground, walked through the wind-blasted corridors
then jumped on a train that was half full.

Sitting
opposite me were a couple of blokes, construction workers by the looks of them.
I thought how shocked they’d be if they knew what I had in my bag. I didn’t
appear the sort, not in my short, neat work skirt and matching jacket, sheer
stockings and buttoned-up collar. Surely it was women who wore fishnets,
corsets and wielded whips in the middle of the night that secreted strap-ons
into their work bags?

No,
that was ridiculous, because those women wouldn’t even hide them away. They’d
just carry them around, without a care in the world, wouldn’t they? Well, I
wasn’t quite there yet. This might be new for Gabe but it was also new for me.

I
stared at the men’s big, dusty boots and their work-battered hands. The
constant thud of the tracks on the wheels jostled them, and me, in a matching
rhythm. They were burly, tough-looking, their biceps bulged and their thighs
were wide. Their legs were touching, just, and their shoulders, the sleeves of
their t-shirts, rubbed together.

The
train came to a halt, not my stop, and they stood, holding on to the overhead
rail. I stared up at them. They were standing close, the one in front leaned
back onto the other as the train decelerated, his ass pressing into his
colleague’s groin. It was a firm move, harder than it needed to be, and even
after the train stopped he stayed there, touching the other man in an intimate
way through their clothes.

I bit
on my bottom lip. There was something very sexy about their rough masculinity
but also about their familiarity with each other—cock and buttock crack
locked together.

As the
doors hissed open the men pulled apart then stepped forward into the crush of
people clambering off. I saw the worker behind cup his colleague’s ass and give
it a squeeze.

It was
only a brief movement, a firm stroke of his palm that slid over the other
bloke’s trousers then bunched the flesh through the material, but still, it was
seriously suggestive.

They were
clearly into each other. I might have had a secret trip on my lunch break, but
what about them? Were they going somewhere private away from the construction
site so they could fuck? Or were they an item and out and proud? Or were they
just experimenting and discovering what it felt like to have their asses penetrated?

All
these thoughts shot through my mind as the doors shut and the train pulled away
from the station. I saw the two men through the window, briefly, heading toward
the exit. They were close, very much in their own world and both were head and
shoulders above everyone else.

Darkness
sliced over the window as the train plunged into the tunnel again. I wondered
what those two men would be like together in private; naked, kissing, exploring
each other’s bodies. Which one would bend over and take it? Who would be the
one giving the pleasure?

I’d
never thought much about two men having sex, but now that I was I realized it
was a fascinating concept to me. Did they do it in the same slow romantic way
new lovers did, or at least the way Gabe and I had those first few times. Or
were they more basic, just taking what they needed and able to shove and push
and lose control because they weren’t as delicate as a woman?

I
glanced to my right. An older man sat there, gray hair, red tie and reading the
Telegraph
. I studied his face, his downcast eyes and a few hairs on his
eyebrows longer than they should be. He wore a wedding ring. What if he wasn’t
married to a woman but a man instead? Again, it wasn’t something I’d ever
thought about. A wedding ring to me had always signified a male and female union
but, of course, that wasn’t always the case now.

I
uncrossed and crossed my legs. I wondered if he’d have a male partner that
looked like him—distinguished, slim, educated—or if he had a
younger lover, a toy boy, or maybe a construction worker like the ones I’d just
seen. Had he been gay all of his life or had he been married to a woman and
left her for a man he just couldn’t resist?

Huffing
at my own ludicrous imagination, I stared out of the window at the blackness
whizzing past. Where had all of this come from?

Who was
I kidding? It was the thought of taking on the role of a male lover for my
husband that had got my mind whirring. I was going to wear a fake cock and make
him bend over. I was going to be the penetrator rather than the penetrated.

A
sudden thought gripped me. My chest tightened and my stomach clenched. What if
Gabe was furious at me for wanting to fuck his ass? What if he thought I was
saying he was homosexual and took great offense?

I held
the bag a little tighter. No, I couldn’t have got it so wrong. I knew what I’d
heard, what I’d seen in his face. He had a longing for this, I was sure of it.

The
train hummed to a stop, my station. I stood then disembarked. Shuffling along
with the throng of travelers, I headed into the daylight.

Somehow,
I felt better off the train. It was as though my thoughts had been as condensed
as the space around me, so I tilted my chin, strode out confidently and headed
back toward my firm.

I took
a shortcut down Ludgate Street, my contemplations beginning to turn once again
to my to-do list and the client I had to see shortly about her pre-nuptial
agreement. It was proving to be a very sore point with her fiancé and if it wasn’t
smoothed over soon, there wouldn’t even be a wedding.

The sun
beat down and I wondered about stopping off for a quick glass of something cool
and to check the messages accumulating on my phone. There were several cafés,
some with outdoor seating. They would make a nice resting point.

One
took my fancy; it had small neat topiary bushes in white pots sectioning off an
area with wrought iron chairs and tables. On the wall were large hanging
baskets holding white flowers and long trails of pale ivy.

There
was a spare table, at the end, next to a couple of men with a bottle of wine in
an ice bucket by their side.

A
couple of men.

I
stopped.

One of
the men I recognized. More than recognized.

It was
Gabe.

A smile
spread on my face. He didn’t often take lunch and that worried me so it was
good to see him with a plate of food in front of him.

The man
he was with I’d never seen before, but whoever he was, he was making my husband
laugh.

Gabe’s
whole face was relaxed; small creases spread from the corners of his eyes and
his mouth was upturned. There was also an absence of the lines that furrowed
his brow too often and his collar was loose, his tie slack.

I
walked up to them and stood on the opposite side of the row of small bushes.

“Hey,”
I said.