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As I lay beside him, I glanced over at Rick, who had been watching everything from the shadows. His eyes were dark with desire, his hands trembling at his sides, and I could see the frustration and longing on his face. He had been forced to watch me take another man, forced to see the pleasure I had taken. I smiled wickedly, knowing that this moment was just as powerful for Rick as it had been for me.
****
After what felt like an eternity, I finally pointed the young man toward the shower. He was exhausted, his body trembling slightly as he staggered into the bathroom, clearly spent from everything that had happened. I watched him disappear behind the door before turning to Rick, who was still standing in the shadows, his eyes burning with lust, every muscle in his body tense with desire.
I smiled at him, knowing exactly what was going through his mind. There were no tears in his eyes, no frustration—just pure, raw lust. I stepped toward him, closing the distance between us, and kissed him softly, my lips lingering on his as I felt the heat radiating off him.
“You’ve been watching,” I whispered, my breath warm against his skin. I could feel how much he wanted me, how much the sight of me with the young man had pushed him to the brink. His cock was already hard, straining beneath his pants, and I wasted no time, reaching down to grip it in my hand.
Rick gasped softly as I stroked him, my hand moving slowly, teasingly. I could feel him throb beneath my touch, his body practically begging for release, but I didn’t let him have it. Not yet.
With a wicked smile, I pulled away from him, leaving him standing there, aching with need. “I’ll be back,” I whispered, my voice full of promise as I turned and headed to the bathroom.
The shower was already running, steam filling the room as I slipped inside. The young man stood under the hot spray, his back to me, completely unaware of my presence. His body was still glistening with sweat, his muscles taut, and I couldn’t resist the urge to touch him again.
I snuck up behind him, pressing my body against his as I reached around, my fingers finding his cock. He gasped softly in surprise, his body stiffening as I began to stroke him slowly, feeling the warmth of the water and the heat of his body as he responded to my touch. His cock was still sensitive, but I could feel it stirring in my hand, slowly growing hard again as I pumped him with gentle strokes.
Without a word, I reached up to the shelf, pumping some lotion into my hand, the slickness making my strokes smoother, more fluid. He moaned softly, his head falling back as I pressed closer to him, my breasts against his back as I nibbled his neck from behind, teasing him with my lips and teeth.
He groaned, his breath coming in short gasps as he turned his head to kiss me. Our lips met, wet and hungry, the steam of the shower surrounding us as I continued to stroke his cock, feeling him respond more and more with each passing second.
After a moment, he turned fully to face me, his lips crashing into mine as we switched places, his hands moving over my body with renewed energy. He pulled me close, hugging me from behind, his hands wandering. One hand reached up to cup my breasts, his fingers teasing my nipples, while the other slipped between my legs, finding my pussy still slick and swollen from everything that had happened.
I gasped softly, pressing back against him as his fingers moved over me, teasing my clit, sending jolts of pleasure through my body. The sensation of his hands on me, the heat of the shower, and the intimacy of the moment were overwhelming. I could feel the tension building between us again, and I knew it wasn’t over yet.
His fingers found my clit with precision, teasing and pinching it just the way I needed. My body jerked with pleasure, each touch sending waves of sensation through me. His fingers slid inside me, two of them filling me as his thumb worked my clit in a slow, steady rhythm. I could feel his hardness pressed against my back, and the combination of his fingers inside me and his cock throbbing against me drove me wild.
I turned my head, pulling him into a deep, passionate kiss, our tongues tangling in each other’s mouths. The intensity of the kiss matched the urgency of his fingers working inside me, his touch making me tremble uncontrollably. I gasped into his mouth, my moans muffled as the pleasure built to a crescendo. I couldn’t hold back anymore.
Suddenly, it hit me—a shattering orgasm that ripped through me with such force I cried out, my body jerking against him as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me. His strong arms held me up, supporting me as my legs buckled beneath me, unable to handle the overwhelming pleasure coursing through my body.
As the orgasm subsided, leaving me weak and breathless, I turned to face him, still needing to give him the release he deserved. Pumping some more lotion into my hand, I stood beside him, my fingers wrapping around his cock, which was still hard and pulsing with need.
He groaned softly as I stroked him, my hand moving in slow, deliberate motions, feeling his body tense with anticipation. His cock was thick and heavy in my hand, and I could tell he was close, but I didn’t stop. I pumped him faster, watching as he struggled to maintain control, his breath ragged and shallow.
“That’s it,” I whispered, stroking him harder now, milking every drop of pleasure from him. His moans grew louder, his hips bucking into my hand as he finally let go, his body trembling with the force of his orgasm.
He groaned deeply, his cock twitching in my hand as he shot thick streams of cum onto the shower floor, the water quickly washing it away. I didn’t stop, my hand continuing to pump him even as he shuddered, his body sagging with the intensity of his release.
Finally, he let out a breathless sigh, his body spent and trembling, and I slowly released him, watching as the last of his orgasm faded away. The steam of the shower swirled around us, the water still running as we stood there, completely drained and utterly satisfied.
We finished showering, the young man drying off and dressing as if he were trying to regain some semblance of normalcy after everything that had just happened. I followed him, my body still wrapped in a towel, the soft fabric clinging to my damp skin as I led him to the door. I kissed him tenderly, letting my lips linger against his as a final goodbye, pleased with the aftermath of the incredible release we had shared.
“Thank you for being so wonderful,” I whispered softly, pulling back just enough to meet his eyes. “And be prepared if you have to deliver here again, baby,” I teased, flashing him a wicked smile.
He blushed, a shy smile tugging at his lips before he nodded, clearly still in a daze from the entire experience. He gave a quick glance at Rick, who stood nearby, watching everything with a composed yet burning gaze. Then, with a final smile, the young man left, the door closing softly behind him.
I turned back to Rick, who stood frozen in the hallway, his eyes dark with lust. Without a word, I draped my arms around his neck, pulling him close as I kissed him deeply. His lips responded immediately, the hunger in him palpable. I could feel the tension, the pentup need, practically radiating from him.
“Well, that was unexpected,” I murmured with a smirk, pulling back just enough to look into his eyes. His pupils were blown wide with desire, his breath shallow as he nodded.
“Very erotic,” Rick admitted, his voice low and thick with arousal
I kissed him again, soft at first, but the intensity quickly grew as I pressed my body closer to his. “How do you feel?” I asked, my lips brushing against his as I spoke.
“Turned on,” he confessed, a hint of frustration in his tone. “I wished you hadn’t showered.”
I released him slightly, just enough to look into his eyes, a wicked smile forming on my lips as I saw the raw desire still burning in them. “You wanted me dirty,” I teased, my voice soft and sultry, “covered in another man’s cum, didn’t you?”
He nodded, his breath catching slightly as he whispered, “Yes.”
I kissed him deeply, harder this time, letting the full weight of his confession settle between us. “You are a surprise, darling,” I whispered against his lips, my voice teasing and full of affection. “A very kinky, perverted, but delicious surprise.
His cock was already hard, pressing insistently against me, and I reached down, freeing it from his pants. The moment I wrapped my fingers around him, he groaned softly, his body trembling with need. Without saying a word, I led him to the bedroom, gripping his cock as I guided him to the bed where everything had happened.
The sheets were still stained with my juices and the young man’s cum, the evidence of what had transpired earlier still fresh. I let go of Rick and turned to face the bed, running my hand over the damp, messy sheets.
“Will this do for you this time?” I asked, my voice teasing as I let my towel fall to the floor, exposing my naked body to him once again. I climbed onto the bed, lying down on top of the stained sheets, spreading my legs wide for him.
Rick’s eyes darkened with lust as he looked at me, his cock twitching in his hand. He was completely under my control, his desire so raw, so undeniable, and I could see the hunger in his eyes as he stepped closer, ready to take what he had been craving all along.
“Come here,” I whispered, my voice full of promise. “Show me how much you want it.”
Rick took control the moment we reached the bed, his hands gripping my legs firmly as he lifted them high, pulling them on either side of his neck. He pushed my legs back almost over my shoulders, leaving my clean, gaping pussy completely exposed to him. The look in his eyes was intense—focused, filled with desire, and ready to claim what he had been watching all day.
Without hesitation, he drove his cock into me hard, the sudden thrust making me gasp. His movements were forceful, each pump deeper than the last as he stared into my eyes. His face was twisted with lust, but I could sense the frustration bubbling beneath the surface—the need to prove something, to make me feel what he was capable of.
I met his gaze with a wicked smile, enjoying the power I still held over him even as he fucked me. “Is that all you’ve got?” I teased; my voice soft but full of challenge. “I’ve had bigger.”
His pace quickened at my words, his jaw tightening as he slammed into me harder, trying to silence my taunts with each thrust. The sensation of his cock filling me, stretching me, sent pleasure coursing through my body, and I could feel my orgasm building rapidly. But I wasn’t about to give him the satisfaction of thinking he was in control.
“Still thinking about the other man’s cum on me, aren’t you?” I murmured, my voice dripping with mockery as I looked up at him. “You wanted to feel it, taste it, didn’t you?”
Rick groaned deeply, his body shaking with the force of his movements as he slammed into me again and again. The tension in him was palpable, his cock throbbing inside me as he neared his breaking point. He was completely lost in it now, every thrust more frantic, more desperate.
I could feel my orgasm building, my body tightening as the pleasure surged through me, but I wasn’t done yet. “Come on, baby,” I whispered, my voice low and breathless. “Show me what you’ve got.”
As my orgasm ripped through me, I pulled Rick down for a deep, hungry kiss, my lips crashing against his as my body trembled beneath him. The intensity of it left me breathless, and I could feel him tense as he reached his own climax. His cock twitched inside me, and with a loud groan, I felt him burst, filling me with his hot release.
But I wasn’t done teasing him. As I felt his cum spill into me, I broke the kiss, my lips curling into a wicked smile. “Have you cum yet, baby?” I asked, my voice dripping with mock innocence, even though I knew full well he had.
Rick gritted his teeth, groaning again as he thrust into me once more, driving himself deeper. And then I felt it—a second jet of cum filling me, his cock pulsing with every desperate push. He was completely spent, his body trembling as he collapsed on top of me, panting heavily, but I still had that satisfied, teasing smile on my face.
We lay there in the aftermath, Rick still inside me, his breath warm against my neck as we shared soft, lingering kisses. I could feel the remnants of our passion still pulsing between us, but the air had shifted, and a playful smile tugged at my lips.
“I just about felt you,” I teased, looking at him with a mischievous glint in my eyes.
He smiled back, shaking his head slightly. “Good,” he replied, clearly not phased by my taunts.
“You needed that, didn’t you?” I asked, my voice softer now, but still playful as I gazed into his eyes.
“Yes,” he said firmly, his gaze steady and full of unspoken desire.
We rolled apart slowly, and as he slipped out of me, I felt the warmth of his cum dribble from between my legs. The sensation made me shiver, and I glanced down, seeing the evidence of his release coating my thighs. Without thinking, I reached down, scooping some up with my fingers, bringing it to my lips as Rick’s eyes followed every movement.
I licked my fingers, savouring the taste, knowing full well that Rick’s eyes were locked on me, unable to look away. The way his gaze darkened with lust made my heart race, and I could feel the tension still lingering between us.
“Want some?” I asked, raising an eyebrow as I held my fingers out to him, coated in the mixture of our juices.
He didn’t move at first, frozen by the intensity of the moment, but I wasn’t about to let him off that easily. I gently pressed my fingers to his lips, feeling his hesitation as I forced them apart, slipping my fingers into his mouth.
“Imagine it’s another man’s,” I whispered softly, my voice low and teasing, watching as his eyes darkened further. His lips closed around my fingers, and for a moment, there was a flicker of something raw, something primal, in his eyes as he obeyed.
The power of the moment hung between us, thick and heavy, and I smiled, knowing that this was just the beginning of something even deeper between us.
I looked at Rick, feeling a mischievous spark as I decided to confess something that I hadn’t told him before. “You know,” I began softly, tracing my finger down his chest, “on that holiday, after I said that about the pool guy, I did more than just smile at him. One afternoon, when I was alone at the pool, I actually flirted with him.” I paused, watching Rick’s reaction carefully.
His eyes widened slightly, though there was no surprise in them—just curiosity and that familiar dark lust. I smiled, leaning in closer. “I let him see my breasts,” I whispered, biting my lip a little, “and I stroked his cock through his trunks.”
Rick didn’t say anything for a moment, just stared at me. Then, to my surprise, he nodded slowly. “I know,” he said, his voice calm but full of intensity. “I saw it.”
My breath caught for a second. “You… you saw it?”
“I was coming back to the pool,” Rick explained, his voice low, “and I saw the two of you. I stayed back, hiding, just to see what might happen.”
I raised an eyebrow, my lips parting as I remembered how he had been so hungry for me that afternoon, taking me up to our room and me like his life depended on it. It all made sense now. “That’s when you took me to the room,” I said with a sly smile. “We fucked like rabbits, remember?”
He nodded, smiling back at me, his eyes full of lust and memories. “I remember,” he murmured. “Seeing you with him… it drove me wild.”
I let out a soft laugh, running my fingers through his hair, enjoying this new layer of understanding between us. “I had no idea you saw that,” I admitted. “I thought it was just harmless fun, but I guess it did something to both of us, didn’t it?”
Rick nodded, his gaze never leaving mine. “It did. That’s when I realized how much I wanted this… how much the thought of you with another man turned me on.”
I kissed him deeply, the memory of that moment and everything that had followed flooding back to me. “Well,” I whispered against his lips, “I guess that was the beginning of all of this, wasn’t it?”
Rick smiled, his hands roaming my body as he pulled me closer. “It was,” he agreed. “And I wouldn’t change a thing.”
Has there been anyone else you fantasised me with I asked really curious now. He paused
“Pete” he said
Rick’s confession hung in the air between us, and I could see the uncertainty in his eyes, the tension in his body. “Pete?” I said, still trying to process it. “Your best friend?”
“Yes,” Rick admitted, his voice low. “He’s had the hots for you for ages.”
I raised an eyebrow, genuinely surprised. “Really? I know he fools around with me, but I didn’t realize it was serious.”
“Ever since his divorce,” Rick continued, clearly uncomfortable but being open. “He told me during a boys’ night out, when we were both drunk. He said how much he would love to fuck you… and have you suck his cock.”
I was stunned, my mind racing with the image of Rick’s best friend secretly wanting me. “What did you say?” I asked, eager to know how Rick had responded to his friend’s bold confession.
“I can’t remember exactly,” Rick said, looking a little embarrassed now. “I think I just told him, ‘In his dreams.’”
I smirked, intrigued by how this was unfolding. “So,” I said, leaning in closer, my voice teasing, “your best mate says he wants to fuck me, and all you say is ‘in his dreams’?” I couldn’t help but smile at the thought, my mind already in overdrive, imagining how Pete must have felt saying that to Rick.
Rick looked even more embarrassed now, clearly not sure how to handle the direction this conversation was taking. “We were both drunk,” he muttered, his eyes avoiding mine.
I leaned in closer, my hand sliding down to stroke his cock, which was already growing hard again under my teasing touch. “What about now?” I asked, my voice low and seductive. “Would you like to see Pete’s dreams come true?”
Rick’s eyes widened, his breath catching in his throat as he stared at me, clearly torn between his desire and the boundaries of friendship. Pete was tall, wellbuilt, blonde, and very goodlooking, and I could see the conflict in Rick’s eyes as he processed what I was suggesting.
“Would you want to?” Rick finally asked, his voice shaky, clearly unsure of how to navigate this.
I gave him a wicked grin, the idea of teasing him further making my heart race. “It would certainly be interesting,” I murmured, the image of Pete running through my mind. The thought of making Rick’s best friend part of this dynamic was thrilling, and I could tell Rick was just as aroused by the idea as he was nervous.
“The trouble is,” Rick said hesitantly, “if we went through with it, Pete would know about… this. About me being a cuckold.”
I smiled wickedly, leaning down to kiss him softly. “That’s true,” I whispered against his lips. “He’d know. But maybe he already suspects.”
Rick groaned softly at my words, clearly torn between the humiliation and arousal of the idea. I continued to stroke his cock, my touch slow and deliberate, feeling the tension build in his body.
“Would you be okay with that?” I asked, my voice full of teasing. “With Pete knowing that his best friend is a cuckold?”
Rick’s breath hitched, and I could see the way the thought sent his mind spinning. He didn’t answer immediately, but his cock twitched in my hand, betraying his true feelings.
“Maybe,” I murmured, “Pete’s been dreaming about this for a long time. Maybe it’s time those dreams came true.”
Rick’s concern was palpable, the reality of the situation sinking in as he stared at me, still rockhard but now fully aware of the implications. “How could we stop him from telling everyone?” he asked, his voice full of uncertainty. “He would have a hold over us.”
I nodded, understanding the gravity of what he was saying. Pete could indeed use the situation to his advantage if things went too far. “You mean… force me to suck and fuck him whenever he wanted?” I teased, my voice low and playful, trying to lighten the mood even as the seriousness of the conversation loomed over us.
“Yes,” Rick said, his tone far more serious, his eyes fixed on me as he processed the thought. “You’d be his… fuck toy.”
I raised an eyebrow at the phrase, a smirk playing on my lips. “Fuck toy?” I repeated, amusement lacing my voice. “Where did you hear that?
Rick blushed slightly, looking away for a moment before admitting, “I think I read it somewhere.”
The idea clearly had a powerful effect on him, as his cock twitched in my hand, rockhard and throbbing with need. The mixture of jealousy, arousal, and fear in his eyes was intoxicating, and as much as I wanted him at that moment, my body still felt tender from everything that had happened earlier. My pussy was sore, and though the desire was there, I knew I couldn’t take him inside me again just yet.
But I wasn’t going to leave him unsatisfied.
With a wicked grin, I slid down his body, letting my lips brush lightly against his skin as I moved lower. His breath hitched, his eyes wide as he watched me, anticipation thick in the air. When I reached his cock, I paused for a moment, letting my tongue flick out, teasing the tip as I tasted him, hearing him groan in response.
Slowly, I began licking up and down his shaft, savoring the way his body tensed under my touch. Rick moaned softly, his hands gripping the sheets as I worked my tongue over him, my lips wrapping around the head of his cock before sliding him deeper into my mouth.
“You like that, don’t you?” I murmured between strokes, my voice full of teasing as I continued to pleasure him, enjoying the way his hips bucked slightly in response.
Rick could only groan in reply, his body trembling as I took him deeper, my tongue swirling around his cock as I sucked him, drawing out every sound, every tremor of pleasure. He was completely at my mercy, lost in the sensation as I licked and sucked him, knowing exactly how to push him to the edge.
And as I continued, I couldn’t help but think about what we had discussed—about Pete, the possibilities, the power dynamic shifting even further. It sent a thrill through me, knowing how far we had come, and how much further we could still go.
As I continued to work my lips and tongue over Rick’s cock, teasing him relentlessly, I whispered, “Can you imagine me doing this to Pete?” My voice was low, filled with wicked intent, and I could feel Rick’s whole body tense in response. He groaned loudly, his hips bucking slightly as he grew even harder under my touch.
I slipped from the bed, feeling his eyes follow my every move as I walked over to my vanity, grabbing my lipstick. I applied it thickly, layer after layer, coating my lips in a bold, glossy red that I knew would drive him wild. When I returned to the bed, his eyes were locked on my mouth, his desire palpable.
Without a word, I took Rick back into my mouth, my lips sliding over his cock, leaving streaks of red as I worked him slowly, deliberately. He groaned deeply, his breath ragged as I teased him with my mouth, making sure to drag out every sensation.
“Pete could come around whenever he wanted,” I whispered between strokes, my lips still pressed against him. “And I would have to do whatever he wanted… anything.”
Rick’s body trembled, his eyes squeezed shut as I continued, my voice dripping with seduction. “He could call in just for a blow job anytime,” I purred, my tongue swirling around the head of his cock as I tasted his precum, the salty hint of his arousal mixing with the lipstick coating my lips.
Rick moaned loudly, his body reacting to every word, every movement of my mouth. I sucked him harder, my hand stroking the base of his cock as I continued to tease him with my words. “Even if you were here,” I whispered, looking up at him through my lashes. “Even if we were making love… I’d have to leave you and go to him.”
Just imagine you deep inside me. Making me cum and Pete knocks, I would just leave you wanting and suck his cock and let him fuck me. Maybe in front of you.
“We would laugh at you as we fucked,” I said.
The thought drove him wild. His body tensed even more, his hips lifting off the bed as I sucked harder, taking him deep into my mouth, my lips leaving thick red marks all over his shaft.
“I would be his fuck toy, wouldn’t I?” I said seductively, my words vibrating against his cock. “His slut. He could have me anytime he wanted.”
Rick was on the edge, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps as I sucked him harder, my lips working over his cock with more urgency. “Do you want me to be Pete’s slut?” I asked wickedly, my voice filled with teasing. “To fuck whenever he wants?”
That was all it took.
With a loud groan, Rick exploded, his body trembling violently as he came hard in my mouth. I could feel his cock pulsing as he spilled into me, the taste of him filling my mouth as I continued to suck, drawing out every last bit of his release. His body shook with the force of his orgasm, completely lost in the image I had planted in his mind.
I didn’t stop until he was completely spent, his breath coming in uneven bursts as he lay back on the bed, utterly overwhelmed. I smiled, wiping the smudges of lipstick from my lips, knowing that I had pushed him further than ever before.
The next day, Saturday morning, I sat in the kitchen with Rick, holding his hand and feeling the weight of our conversation from the night before still lingering in the air. I looked into his eyes, curious, playful, and teasing. “Would it really turn you on if I fucked Pete?” I asked, my voice soft yet deliberate.
Rick stared at me for a moment, his eyes searching mine, and then he nodded. “Yes,” he admitted, though there was hesitation in his voice. “But I’m not sure if he wouldn’t say anything.”
I leaned in slightly, understanding his fear. “You’d hate for too many people to know, wouldn’t you?” I said, my tone knowing, and I finished his thought for him. “You’re afraid they’d know you’re a cuckold.”
He sighed and nodded again, the word hanging between us. “Yes,” he said quietly. “And people might think… well, that you’re a slut.”
I couldn’t help but smile wickedly, enjoying the way Rick squirmed in his seat. “But I am a slut, darling,” I whispered seductively, my lips curling into a playful grin. “A slut for cock… and cum.” I licked my lips slowly, watching the effect my words had on him.
Rick smiled, though I could see him shift uncomfortably in his chair, his arousal growing despite his concerns.
I reached across the table, my fingers brushing against his. “I agree it would be a risk,” I said, letting the moment sink in. “But how about this… what if I pretended to cheat on you?”
His eyebrows raised slightly, intrigued by the suggestion. “Go on,” he said, his curiosity piqued.
“You wouldn’t be able to watch,” I explained, leaning closer, my voice low and teasing, “but I could tell you every dirty detail after.”
Rick’s eyes darkened with desire as I continued.
“We could plan it,” I said, my voice full of suggestion. “You could pretend to go away for the weekend—say for work or something. And then, I could ask Pete over, needing help with something… maybe something around the house.”
Rick was hanging on my every word now, his breath a little uneven, the idea clearly taking hold in his mind.
“I’d make sure I looked irresistible,” I continued, a wicked smile on my lips. “Plenty of lipstick, a y, revealing outfit. And when he arrives, I’d flirt with him, let him know I’m horny while you’re away.” I licked my lips again, imagining the scenario vividly. “I’d tell him I need cock, and I’m sure Pete would be more than willing to oblige.”
Rick swallowed hard, his cock already stirring under the table at the thought of it. His eyes locked with mine, and I could see the war between his desire and the risk swirling in his mind.
“I wouldn’t be able to watch,” he said, his voice a little shaky.
“No,” I agreed, my tone playful. “But I could tell you every single detail when it’s over. Every dirty thing I do with him… every way he takes me.”
Rick exhaled slowly, his breath heavy with the weight of the idea. “And I’d be the one you come back to,” he said, as if solidifying the thought in his mind.
I smiled at him, leaning across the table to kiss him softly. “Of course,” I whispered. “It’s you I belong to. But it’s Pete who could take me while you’re away.”
Rick’s hand tightened around mine, his pulse quickening as he considered the possibility. He knew it was risky, but the allure was too strong to ignore.
I stood there, looking at Rick with a naughty smile on my lips. “Well?” I teased. “If you want to go stay at a motel tonight, I’ll give Pete a call right now.”
Rick’s eyes darkened with lust, but he hesitated, clearly torn between his desire and the reality of the situation. “I want to see you dress first,” he said, his voice low, his gaze fixed on me. “Pete’s only a few minutes away, so he’d be here too quickly.”
I walked over to him, leaning in close and kissing him softly, feeling the anticipation already building between us. “Come to the bedroom, and I’ll get changed,” I whispered, my breath warm against his skin. My body was already responding to the thought of what might happen, my pussy getting wet with excitement
Rick followed me to the bedroom and sat down in the chair, his eyes never leaving me as I began to undress. I could feel his gaze burning into my skin as I slipped off my clothes, completely naked in front of him, letting him take in every inch of my body. His breath hitched as I reached for the pink thong, sliding it up my legs slowly, teasing him with each movement
Next, I slipped into a short leather skirt, the hem barely halfway down my thighs. I knew the moment I bent over, the view would be perfect for Pete—or for Rick if he decided to stick around. The skirt hugged my curves perfectly, and I could feel the excitement building as I imagined Pete’s eyes on me.
I reached for a tight Tshirt, the fabric hugging my breasts, with no bra underneath. My nipples were already hard, poking through the fabric, the cool air in the room making them even more pronounced. I could see Rick’s jaw tighten as he watched me, his cock hardening under his clothes.
I sat down in front of the mirror, spraying on some perfume, the soft scent filling the room. I applied a little makeup, just enough to enhance my features, before reaching for my lipstick. I applied a few thick coats, my lips full and glossy, knowing exactly what that would do to Pete—and to Rick.
When I was done, I stood up and walked over to Rick, sitting on his lap, my eyes locked on his as I slowly applied another thick coat of lipstick right in front of him. I could feel his breath against my skin, his body tense with anticipation as he watched every deliberate movement of the tube gliding over my lips.
Slowly, seductively, I finished the final coat, puckering my lips and smiling wickedly at him. “Do you like it?” I asked, my voice low and teasing.
Rick groaned softly, his hands gripping the arms of the chair as he stared at me. “You look incredible,” he whispered, his voice thick with desire.
I stood up, slipping into a pair of stilettos and giving him a slow twirl, the leather skirt riding up just enough to show a peek of my thong. I could feel the wetness between my legs growing as the excitement built. I was ready. I wanted this. The game we were playing was already consuming me, and I knew Rick was just as hooked.
“So,” I said, turning back to him with a smile. “Do you still want me to call Pete?”
Rick’s cock was already out, his hand stroking it as he nodded in answer to my question. But there was that tension in his voice, the need that had been building up all day. “I need to cum,” he said, his voice desperate.
I reached out, my cool hand wrapping around his thick shaft, teasing it with my long, red nails. “I’m not going to fuck you,” I whispered, my voice low and filled with a wicked edge. “I want to save that for Pete.”
Rick twitched beneath my touch, the mere mention of Pete sending shivers through him. “And I don’t think I should suck you either,” I added, leaning in close, my lips hovering just above his as I continued to stroke him slowly. “Just in case Pete tastes you on my tongue.”
He was writhing in the chair now, his hips shifting, his body practically begging for release. “So,” I teased, my voice dripping with seduction, “either one of us can use our hands on you.”
I didn’t release him, though. I kept stroking his cock, my hand moving slowly, deliberately, teasing him with every stroke as I spoke dirty, taunting him with vivid descriptions of what was about to happen. “I’m saving myself for Pete,” I whispered against his lips, my voice soft but full of intent. “You know what’s going to happen, don’t you?”
Rick groaned, his body trembling beneath my touch, and I could see the lust swirling in his eyes as I continued to paint a dirty picture of what I had planned. I was filthy in my descriptions, telling him exactly how Pete would take me, how I’d respond, and Rick’s cock responded eagerly, twitching in my hand as I kept my thick, lipstickcoated lips inches from his, teasing him with the promise of more.
It didn’t take long before Rick’s body began to tremble, his breath coming in short, uneven gasps as I worked him harder. But just before he reached the edge, I stopped, pulling my hand away. His eyes shot open, wide and pleading, silently begging me to continue.
“Why don’t you call Pete?” I suggested with a wicked smile, brushing a stray lock of hair from my face. “Call him and tell him you’re away… ask him to come over, because I’ve got a problem that needs solving.”
Rick shook his head, his voice tight with desperation. “Don’t make me do that,” he pleaded, his body still aching for release.
I leaned back, my tone shifting, cold and dismissive. “Well, then you might as well go,” I said, making it clear that if he couldn’t follow through, I wouldn’t give him what he wanted.
His eyes pleaded with me, filled with need. “What about me?” he asked, reaching for his cock again, desperate for relief.
I slapped his hand away, my voice sharp. “If you can’t do something for me, I won’t be able to do anything for you,” I taunted, watching him struggle with the decision.
Rick hesitated for a moment, then sighed, knowing he had no other choice. “Okay,” he said, his voice soft, defeated. He reached for his phone, his hand trembling slightly as he dialled Pete’s number.
As soon as Pete answered, Rick tried to keep the conversation casual, but I could see the tension building in him. They exchanged a few sentences of banter, and then Rick said, “I’m at a conference this weekend, and Chloe called… she’s got a problem at the house. Do you think you could pop around and help her out?”
While Rick was talking to Pete, I began stroking his cock again, my hand working him slowly but deliberately. His breath hitched as he tried to focus on the conversation, but I could tell he was barely holding it together. His cock was throbbing in my hand, so close to exploding, and I could see the strain on his face as he struggled to maintain his composure.
I leaned down, my lips brushing lightly against the tip of his cock as I worked him faster. His breath caught, and I could feel the tension building in his body as I kissed the head of his cock gently, teasing him with the barest touch.
Rick’s voice faltered for a moment on the phone, but he recovered quickly, trying to hold the conversation together. But it was too late—I could feel him trembling, his body on the verge of release. With one final stroke, I sent him over the edge. His cock pulsed violently in my hand, and I leaned down, kissing the tip lightly as he came hard, his release spilling over my hand as his body shook.
He groaned deeply, his voice shaky as he finished the call with Pete, his body spent but his mind racing with what was about to happen next.
As soon as Rick hung up the phone, he told me that Pete would be here in thirty minutes. I could see the conflicting emotions playing across his face—excitement, nerves, and a touch of sadness. I wiped his cum from my hand, smirking as I looked at him. “You’d better book that motel and go, darling,” I said, my voice soft but commanding.
Rick nodded, quickly grabbing his phone and making a call to a motel about fifteen minutes away. The air in the room was thick with anticipation, and I could feel my heart racing, knowing what was about to unfold.
As he finished packing a change of clothes, I walked him to the door, every step heightening the tension between us. When we reached the door, I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him close for a light kiss—careful not to ruin the thick coat of lipstick I had applied just for Pete.
I leaned in close, my lips brushing against his ear as I whispered, “Have fun, baby… and just imagine what’s going to happen in our bed while you’re gone.
I caught the briefest glimpse of a tear forming in the corner of Rick’s eye, and for a moment, I felt a pang of sympathy. But then I felt his cock twitch against me, and I knew that beneath the emotions swirling inside him, the arousal was still there—strong, undeniable.
I let him go, gently pushing him out the door and shutting it behind him quickly, not giving him time to secondguess or change his mind. He hesitated for a few seconds, standing just outside, before finally turning and heading to the car.
I watched through the window as he climbed in and drove away, my body tingling with excitement. I had Pete on the way, and soon, I’d have the thrill of seducing him while Rick was away, thinking about every moment.
Pete’s car pulled into the driveway only minutes later, and my heart raced with excitement. I could feel the electricity in the air as I heard his footsteps approach the door, and when I opened it, his eyes widened the moment he saw me.
“Hi, Chloe,” he said, his voice slightly nervous but trying to maintain his cool. “Rick said you had a problem.”
I gave him a slow, sultry smile and stepped back, inviting him in. “Come on in, Pete,” I purred, letting the click of my heels echo through the hall as I led him to the kitchen. He followed closely behind, barely able to take his eyes off me since I opened the door.
I could practically hear his heartbeat racing, and his gaze lingered on my tight, short leather skirt, barely covering the curve of my ass, and my breasts pushing against the fabric of my Tshirt, my nipples hard and clearly visible through the thin material.
“Do you want a cold drink first?” I asked, opening the fridge and grabbing a cold can of Coke, handing it to him. His eyes never left me as he sat down on one of the stools, his hand shaking slightly as he took the drink.
“Uh, yeah, sure,” he muttered, but I could already see the effect I was having on him. His gaze roamed over my body, lingering on my legs, my lips, and the curve of my breasts.
As he sipped his Coke, I moved closer, standing beside him, letting my long, red nails lightly trail down his arm. His breath caught in his throat, and I leaned in just a little closer, my lips inches from his ear. “I’m horny,” I whispered seductively, my voice soft and dripping with desire, “and Rick’s away.”
He turned to look at me, his eyes wide, and I could see the shock and lust building in him. His erection was forming nicely beneath his pants, the bulge unmistakable. I let my fingers drift lower, teasing the inside of his thigh as I whispered, “That’s my problem.”
Pete swallowed hard, his cock visibly straining against his pants as he went to take another sip of his drink, trying to distract himself from what was happening. But I wasn’t going to let him off that easily. With a wicked smile, I reached out and took the can from his hand, setting it aside. “Can you help me with that?” I asked, my voice low and seductive, as I ran my nails lightly over the bulge in his pants.
He was already turning to putty, his body trembling as he shifted uncomfortably on the stool. His cock was now fully hard, large and pressing against the fabric, begging for release. I could see the desire in his eyes as I stepped in front of him, my hips swaying as I moved, knowing that every movement was driving him wild.
I let my fingers trace the outline of his cock through his pants, feeling its thickness as I leaned down, my lips brushing lightly against his ear. “You’ve been waiting for this, haven’t you?” I whispered; my voice full of teasing.
He groaned softly, his hand instinctively reaching for my waist, but I pulled back slightly, keeping him on edge. “I can see how much you want it,” I purred, my fingers deftly undoing the button on his pants. “But you’ll have to be patient.”
I slowly unzipped his fly, my eyes locking with his as I reached inside, gripping his cock through his boxers. He was rock hard, his length straining against the fabric, and I could feel him twitch beneath my touch.
I gave him a wicked smile as I pulled his cock free, stroking it slowly, teasing him with my nails as I leaned in closer. “Let me take care of you,” I whispered, my breath hot against his skin.
Pete groaned, his hands gripping the edge of the stool as I slid to my knees in front of him. His cock stood tall, thick, and pulsing with need. I ran my tongue slowly along the underside, tasting the precum already leaking from the tip, my lips brushing lightly against his shaft.
“Do you like that?” I asked, looking up at him as I stroked him with one hand, my other hand gripping his thigh tightly. His head fell back, his body trembling as he groaned loudly.
“Fuck, Chloe,” he muttered, his voice thick with lust.
I smiled, knowing I had him right where I wanted him. “You’re not going anywhere until I’m satisfied,” I teased, my lips brushing against the tip of his cock before I slowly slid him into my mouth.
I could feel his body tense, his cock twitching as I took him deeper, my lips wrapped tightly around his shaft. His groans filled the kitchen as I sucked him, my hand stroking the base of his cock while my tongue worked the head, teasing him, bringing him closer and closer to the edge
Pete’s hips bucked involuntarily as I increased my pace, taking him deeper with each stroke. I could taste him on my tongue, his precum salty and thick as I sucked harder, my lips sliding over his length, my lipstick leaving red streaks along his cock.
“You like that?” I whispered, pulling back just enough to speak, my hand still stroking him as I looked up at him, my lips glossy and full. “I bet you’ve thought about this, haven’t you? me while Rick’s away… knowing I’m all yours.”
He groaned louder, his hands gripping my hair as he thrust his cock deeper into my mouth. I could feel him trembling, his body on the verge of release, and I knew it wouldn’t take much longer.
With one final, deep stroke, I took him as far as I could, my lips wrapped tightly around his shaft as he exploded in my mouth, his cum spilling over my tongue as his body shuddered with pleasure. I swallowed every drop, my lips never leaving his cock as I sucked him dry, drawing out every last bit of his release.
When he finally collapsed back onto the stool, spent and panting, I wiped the corner of my mouth with a satisfied smile. “I hope that helped,” I teased, standing up and adjusting my skirt. “But I’m not done with you yet.”
to be continued
