Caught Masterbating Was The Hottest Thing EVER!
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Polly glanced at her watch as she stepped into the house. Good, she had plenty of time to indulge herself before Lucan came home. She shut the door and ignored a bill that lay on the mat.
All day she’d steamed through her to-do list, knocking each thing off with a tick of satisfaction. She’d even forgone lunch, choosing to eat her salad at her desk. Her colleagues had soon taken the hint, when she’d given one-word answers to their chatty questions, she just wasn’t in the mood.
Some solo fun was what she needed before Lucan walked through the door. He’d toss his keys into the ceramic bowl on the dresser in the hallway, hang his jacket in the cupboard and then plant a chaste kiss on her cheek. She’d bet money on him commenting on “thank goodness it’s the weekend,” then he’d put on his old Oasis t-shirt and worn jeans, and pop a beer.
She’d cook, they’d watch TV, then it would be their usual Friday night missionary sex beneath the duvet. The highlight of his week, he always told her afterwards as he pulled his boxers back on.
Trouble was, their sex routine had become so stale if it were bread it wouldn’t be any good for even the ducks. He tweaked her nipples, rubbed her clit for thirty seconds and then pushed in. After that it was a predictable four minutes until he came.
Polly never did.
She’d tried to push him onto his back so she could climb on top and get herself off, encouraged a little oral fun with a sexy whisper, even hinted that they take a trip to a sex shop for some toys. Her suggestions were met with a big strong body that had only one plan for their bedroom sequence and, much to her dismay, had fallen on deaf ears.
Maybe she hadn’t been firm or loud enough.
For as long as she could remember, frustration burned hotly through her veins. It was an itch she couldn’t scratch. A longed for possession she would never afford. And she had no idea what to do about it.
Until, that was, a few weeks ago.
She’d been scrawling through Facebook on her laptop when she’d seen a Gucci handbag on sale—the GIF flashing excitedly—and clicked the link. Only it wasn’t a handbag sale, not by a long shot. Before she knew it a porn site had filled her screen and the wails of a woman in the throes of climax echoed around the room. She’d been alone but still glanced about the kitchen, embarrassed at the wild cries of release.
As she’d watched, heat had traveled up Polly’s spine and her cheeks had flushed. She’d squirmed on the seat and curled her toes in her fluffy pink slippers. The woman on screen was getting a good seeing to, the black man she was with pounding into her hard and fast. The camera angles were rude and crude, up close and personal. A big dark cock disappeared over and over into her wet, pink pussy.
Polly had stared wide-eyed, knowing she should turn it off. The link could be full of bugs or viruses or whatever else infected computers. But she couldn’t, she was utterly mesmerised.
The woman’s breasts jiggled, the camera gave a shot of the man’s ass cheeks as he thrust with ever-increasing speed.
Polly clenched her internal muscles as another shout of “It’s here, oh yes, oh yes, fuck me, fuck me harder,” rattled from her laptop speakers.
The man groaned, deep and guttural, a sound that spoke to Polly. When had she last heard Lucan moan like that? He seemed to hold his pleasure in, a few panting breaths, a low rumble in his throat perhaps. Why couldn’t he let go? Allow his release to be unharnessed and escape wild and free. It wasn’t as if they had any children to worry about, their house was their own, they had all the privacy a married couple needed.
Quickly Polly dumped her work-bag on the counter. She reached into the fridge for a bottle of Chardonnay and poured herself a large glass. Then, with her laptop under her arm, she headed up the stairs.
The cat was on the bed. “Tilly, come on, out you go. I don’t want an audience,” she said as she tugged the covers.
Tilly voiced a quick complaint then sauntered from the room. She’d likely been asleep all day so Polly didn’t feel guilty. Her own needs were greater and they needed seeing to.
After taking a few more big sips of wine, she began to strip. When she was down to knickers and bra she flicked on the shower in the en suite. She had at least an hour and a half before Lucan came home. The traffic was always heavy on the ring road on a Friday with everyone escaping London for the weekend. Perhaps he’d be even later than she expected. But she couldn’t count on that, she had to presume he’d be in at the earliest time possible.
She pulled the curtains closed, even though it was still daylight, then shucked her underwear.
Humming a happy tune, she twisted her hair on the top of her head and stepped into the stream of warm water. She filled her palms with coconut scented shower gel and rubbed it over her breasts. Her nipples spiked and she held her face to the water, letting it tap on her eyelids and run over her lips. Her breasts were heavy and had always been very sensitive, especially on the outer curves. She adored having the skin there lightly brushed, stroked, caressed, because it sent a tingle to her clit. Shame Lucan only thought it was her nipples that needed stimulating.
Had he always been that way?
She continued to lather her breasts and thought back to their honeymoon in Crete. She had fond memories of their time there, but couldn’t recall endless bedroom action. Not that she’d felt frustrated or unfulfilled, it just wasn’t that notable.
She sighed and rubbed between her legs, the scent of the soapy gel filling her nostrils. It was sweet and sexy and made her crave what was coming next. She slipped her fingers over her clitoris, swirling it in the heat of the shower. A small moan escaped her lips and mingled with the steam.
She delved deeper and found her entrance. Pushing in, she locked her knees. All day she’d thought about being at home, stimulating herself, getting ready for her fun .
Feeling suddenly impatient, she quickly rinsed then turned off the water. Already her pussy felt swollen and her belly clenched in anticipation. Soon she’d be getting her Friday night fix. She’d be wailing the way the woman in that first porn scene had. Grasping the sheets and bucking for more as her pussy was filled.
Who would have thought that masturbating would be so enjoyable? That she’d be able to come so hard when she was alone.
Except she didn’t feel alone, not really, not when she had porn to watch.
She dried but didn’t dress. Instead she flicked on her laptop and set it in the center of the bed. Reaching into her bedside drawer, she delved deep, seeking out her precious new vibrator.
She’d never owned one before, but after watching Honey Bunny’s Fun, she hadn’t been able to resist ordering a rabbit from an online store. She’d taken the day off work when it had arrived. Partly because she didn’t want the deliveryman to leave it with a neighbor and also because she was keen to try it out.
She hadn’t been disappointed.
With a flick of a switch she checked the battery. All was good and it seemed the device was as keen to start as she was.
She grabbed a bottle of cocoa butter moisturiser and sat with her legs astride the laptop. She then propped herself back on cushions with her knees bent. It was her preferred way to enjoy the show.
The laptop was waiting to go and she quickly and efficiently scrawled through her growing collection of porn favorites. This morning she’d planned on watching Daisy Does It Outside, but as the day had gone on she’d started to think about Butt Babes. She hadn’t watched it all the way through yet and was keen to see how the female lead took it up the ass.
She drew up the porn movie and clicked start. They were well thought out, these short films. Enough of a build up and introduction of characters for her to rub and play with herself, and get her juices flowing. Then, as the on-screen clothes started to fall off, she took hold of her vibrator and slid the smooth hard end over her clit.
She liked to tease herself, imagine it was a man’s fingers—Lucan’s fingers, flicking then retreating—building up the want and the need. It was so much sexier than a swift well-placed rub that hit the spot but lost its appeal because of its predictability.
“Oh yes, Troy, take me now, just do it,” the blonde bombshell gasped on the screen. “Fuck my ass. Put your big cock in my ass now.” She pulled her butt cheeks apart, showing off her puckered hole.
Polly slid her vibrator into her pussy, its way eased with moisturiser and her arousal. She could barely breathe, barely blink, as it stretched her tight muscles. God, she loved her vibrator.
She panted and curled forward, her attention glued on the screen as her body accepted the vibrator’s length. It felt so good as it invaded her, claimed her.
Damn, how did it feel for the woman in the movie? She was bent over, a large male hand skimming over her right buttock and, just in shot, a huge erect cock primed ready for entry. Her anus was breached by the man’s finger, pushing in knuckle deep.
The woman moaned, so did Polly as she flicked on the rabbit. It whirred and then swirled within her, massaging her intimate flesh. She held the little vibrating ears just out of reach of her clitoris, it wasn’t time for that yet.
She clenched her belly and her legs shook slightly. This was the scene she’d got to last time she’d played, but then the alarm on her iPhone had gone off, telling her it was time to pack up before Lucan came home.
Now, though, she could keep on watching, and watch she did. The smooth domed head of the on-screen cock was now butting up against the woman’s hole. He was still stroking her ass cheeks, though as he pushed in, that first tiny bit, he brought a hard slap down on her right buttock. She bucked forward. He gripped her hips.
Instantly a red handprint bloomed on her pale skin. “I’m gonna fuck your ass now, Cassandra,” the man said with a heavy, husky American accent. “You reckon you can take it?” He paused for a moment, then, “Now keep still, you know you want this.”
“Yes, yes, fuck my ass, fuck it now.”
He eased in some more, his cockhead stretching her ring of muscle.
She cried out. He groaned. The camera zoomed in so every tiny detail was captured for the viewer.
Polly was mesmerised, she was so turned on. God, did she really want that? To be slapped and butt fucked?
She guessed she did.
But right now the need for an orgasm was growing. She’d come once now, to take the edge of it, and then perhaps go online and order a butt plug. Something cock shaped so it would be realistic. She could take another day off to wait in and…
She bit on her bottom lip. The little rabbit ears were wicked and doing their job.
As the big on-screen cock set on a slow plunge into the porn star’s ass, Polly allowed her orgasm to build. It was so satisfying to know that she’d definitely come. That it wouldn’t be an unfulfilled promise. An event that never materialised. When she was in control, when she held the tools, she’d come as fast or slow, as hard or as softly as she wanted.
And right now she wanted it hard. Just like the woman on screen was getting it.
The cock had gone from view, her hole stretched around the girth. She was groaning as if she’d been transported to heaven.
Polly pulled the vibrator almost out then plunged it back in. Setting up the same fast rhythm as the man was, imagining his cock was inside her, fucking her, making her come. He wasn’t the sort to hide under the duvet, find one position and stick to it for life. This guy was a go-getter. A well-hung man of pleasure.
“Oh yes, yes…” Polly gasped. She was coming, it was there. A fountain of bliss waiting to overspill. The soft squelching sounds of the vibrator working her pussy filtered up to her ears. They mixed with the heavy masculine moans coming from her laptop.
The man struck the woman again, further pinking her buttocks.
Polly curled her toes, held her breath, and slammed the vibrator in and out of her pussy. Taking it much harder than Lucan would ever give it to her, much deeper too, and with an animalistic need for satisfaction.
She felt wanton, alive, like a woman in the prime of her sexual life.
She came—it was fast and furious and sent shockwaves through her pussy and to all of the nerve endings around her body. She stared at the screen, at the close up of the woman fingering her pussy as her ass was fucked. It was so sexy, so hot, so utterly spellbinding. Fantasies and longings rolled through Polly’s mind. She wanted to be that actress. To be taken like that, fucked and spanked.
On and on she came, extending her bliss until the spasms began to fade.
She blew out a breath, feeling dizzy, and allowed her legs to flop open, the vibrator lodged high and still buzzing.
Fumbling, she switched it off, then shut the laptop. She’d need a few minutes to recover, that had been intense. Everything she’d hoped it would be.
A lump of lead landed in her belly.
That one word.
She looked up, and managed to focus on the doorway.
Lucan stood there, blue tie clenched in his hand, top button of his white shirt undone. He was staring at her with wide eyes and his mouth hung slack.
He didn’t move.
Neither did she.
Her mouth dried. She wondered if she’d be sick. It was too late to hide what she’d been doing. It was obvious. Legs akimbo, vibrator deep in her pussy and her skin laced with sweat, there was no denying she’d been having a whole lot of fun on her own.
But he’d never, ever seen her like this. Hell, he’d never even asked her if she masturbated, or encouraged her to touch herself when they’d been together under the duvet.
“Maybe I…I should leave you to…” he said, color running from his face. “Finish doing what you’re…doing.”
Polly felt her eyes prickle. Shame, mortification and humiliation swamped her. Damn it, why hadn’t she put the chain on the front door? Why was he home so early?
She grabbed for a pillow and pressed it to her torso, covering her pussy and the vibrator and her breasts. She shut her eyes. “Go. Get out.”
A tear squeezed from her left eye and trickled down her cheek. How would she ever recover from this? Her husband catching her masturbating.
Now he’d know that he didn’t hit the spot for her. That she was unfulfilled.
She held in a sob and sneaked her hand between her legs. She pulled the vibrator out with a soft slide, her orgasm now a distant memory. She clenched her fists, tugging the pillow closer as she drew her legs together, pushing the laptop aside. A bitter taste filled her mouth as images of divorce courts, a new small flat just for herself, a bitter custody battle over Tilly, filled her mind.
She buried her face in the pillow, hoping that Lucan would just leave the house. Go away for the weekend, come back when she’d recovered.
Who was she kidding? A weekend? She’d never recover from the shame of this moment, not in a million years.
Maybe he’d just leave now, forever. And that would be it.
A fresh stream of tears attacked her and she let them soak into the pillow. She didn’t want him to leave. She loved Lucan. Always had and always would. He was the one for her and she’d meant those vows when she’d said them in church in front of all of their family and friends. Till death do us part was what she’d intended.
Eventually she opened her eyes. Her heart was thudding, her pulse surging in her ears. She’d have to get dressed and put her vibrator away.
Lucan was standing at the end of the bed, still staring at her with that open-mouthed expression of disbelief.
“Go,” she said again, her voice shaky. “Get out, Lucan.”
He shook his head. His attention went to the laptop.
“Lucan…” A full body tremble attacked her. “Leave.”
“Who’s there?” He nodded at the laptop.
“Who is it? Who were you talking to?”
He tossed his tie to the floor and folded his arms. “I’m not stupid, Polly. You were connecting with someone online. What is it? Facetime? Skype?”
“No.” What was he talking about?
He reached for the laptop.
So did she. “Give it back.”
They both had a hold of it. Her breasts jiggled as she tugged.
“Polly.” He glared at her. “Let me see. I need to know who you’re cheating on me with.”
“Yes. You’re my wife,” he spoke slowly and deliberately, “and if another man is seeing you…do this…seeing your…I need to know.”
She’d never heard his voice so low and dangerous. Or seen his dark eyebrows pulled together that way. His jaw was set to steel and his usually smiling mouth a thin, pained line.
“I’m…I’m not cheating.” She gripped the laptop harder. Maybe it would have been better if she was cheating. The thought of him seeing the porn movie she’d been watching was horrendous. He’d think her perverted and twisted.
“Don’t lie to me.”
“I’m not. I’ve never cheated on you. I never would.” The pillow fell away completely.
His attention drifted over her naked body.
It was like a heated caress. When had he last seen her without clothes? She couldn’t remember.
God, what had happened to them?
“So you’ll show me then. If there’s no one there. No one on the other side of the camera?”
“Camera? You really think I’d be filming myself do that?” She was shocked at the thought. The porn stars did it sure…but her? Little Polly Hartgrove from Amersham, office mouse, wouldn’t say boo to a goose. “Of course there’s no one there.”
He gave an extra hard tug and she was forced to let go.
He huffed, a small triumphant sound, and marched to the opposite side of the room. His shirt had come partly untucked and hung in a ruck over his neat navy suit trousers.
Polly raced after him, the air cool on her skin. But she didn’t reach him fast enough and he’d flipped it open.
A wave of relief went through her as she looked over his shoulder. The password box sat safely in the center of the screen.
He stooped, fingers spread over the keyboard and typed.
A tinny ping reported he’d got it wrong.
He tried it again.
Polly’s heart was racing, her breaths shallow. She wanted to grab her robe but was too caught up in the moment. She prayed he wouldn’t guess her password was Tilly.
But of course he did.
The screen filled with the last shot Polly had seen. The actress’ butthole filled with thick cock. Her fingers were in her pussy and the man gripped her hips. The sounds that suddenly rang around the room were horrific. Wails and cries, panting and gasping. Crude words and the wet, slapping noise of flesh on flesh.
Lucan straightened, his gaze glued on the screen.
Polly clasped her hand over her mouth to hold in a cry of mortification.
“You were…watching this?” he said, not looking at her.
She didn’t think he needed an answer.
“While you were…with that.” He flicked his hand to the bed, in the direction of the vibrator.
She remained silent.
After what felt like the longest thirty seconds of her life, Lucan flipped the laptop closed, ending the onscreen action.
The silence was deafening.
Polly wanted the ground to open up and swallow her. She’d happily fall into a black hole and never be seen again. She’d never been so disgraced, so ashamed of her behavior.
Lucan turned to her.
She wrapped her arms around herself, covering her breasts. She crossed her legs as though it might hide her pussy, which was still damp from her climax.
“But why?” he asked quietly.
She shrugged and looked at the floor. Did it matter why? She’d done it. He’d seen. What else was there to say?
“Polly?” He rested his hands on her shoulders.
They were big and cool and a heavy weight. She stared at her toes, painted pale pink; the gray carpet seemed extra dark around them.
“Polly,” he said again. “Talk to me. I want to understand this.”
“No, no you wouldn’t understand. You couldn’t.” She tried to hold in a sob and failed. He wouldn’t want her now. The sweet young woman he’d married liked to watch porn and play with vibrators. And not any old porn—hardcore, butt-fucking porn.
“Try me,” he said, his voice gentler.
She shook her head.
He crooked his finger and hooked it beneath her chin, urged her to look up at him.
She did. His eyes were the same as they’d always been. Dark with thick black lashes and full of concern for anything that might upset her.
She tried to look away but he kept her chin held firm. “Look at me, Polly.”
Swallowing, she did as he’d instructed. It was hard, though. He looked the same as he always did, but she knew she didn’t. He was seeing a new her—a dirty, debauched version of his wife, naked and humiliated.
How could he ever love her now?
“What is it?” he asked. “What made you want to do this…watch this?”
“I…I don’t know.”
“Of course you do.” He tipped his head, continued to study her. “Tell me.”
“No. You’ll be angry.”
“Angry?” He seemed surprised.
She bit her lip. How could she tell him that her muffled groans and moans on a Friday night had been fake? That she couldn’t remember when she’d last come with him inside her?
“I promise I won’t be angry,” he said, stroking her hair. “Really, I promise.”
“You will be.”
“But…” He frowned. “This is all about me, isn’t it?”
“No, no, of course not, it’s me…”
He swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing low. “I’ve been neglectful. Once a week…it’s not enough, is it?”
“It is, it’s okay. Honestly, it’s not you.”
He shook his head. “I know I’ve been distracted at work, this last year or so, since I got the promotion. I’m sorry, Polly. I didn’t realize that I’d been so…”
“You haven’t been anything. It’s fine.” She closed her eyes. The words were hard to say. Because it wasn’t fine. Not by a long shot.
“Clearly I’ve been missing something. Not giving you something you need.”
His lips brushed hers.
She pulled in a quick breath. He’d kissed her, just lightly, but still, that bode well for him not drawing up divorce papers.
“No, Lucan. You give me everything I need. A wonderful home, nice holidays, gifts on birthdays and Christmas.” She looked up at him.
“That’s my duty as your husband. And so is…”
He looked down at her body then took hold of her wrists, peeling her arms from around herself. “So is keeping you satisfied in the bedroom. You shouldn’t have to do that yourself. It’s my job.”
“Lucan, I love you. I love what we have. And you do your job perfectly.”
“I don’t think that’s quite the truth now, is it?” He huffed then a muscle flexed in his jaw. “God, you’re beautiful.”
A shiver spread over her. Her nipples peaked and her skin goosebumped.
“You don’t like the way I fuck you?” he said in almost a whisper.
God, the way he said fuck. She rarely heard him use that word and never in relation to her. He said make love if ever there’d been mention of it.
“Don’t answer me,” he said. “I know that’s the case.” He shook his head. “And I should have opened my eyes and realized that long ago.”
“Lucan.” She stepped a little closer to him, still feeling odd to be naked and him fully dressed. “We should just forget this. Carry on as normal.”
“Are you crazy? Everything has changed.”
“Don’t say that, please. We can go back to how we were.”
“And have you so frustrated that you have to finish work early and masturbate before I come home so you have fun on a Friday night?”
“It’s not like that.”
“Don’t deny it, Polly. I can see what’s been going on.”
She hesitated for a moment, then, “And what’s that? What can you see?”
“We’ve been stuck in a rut. I’ve been stuck in a rut.” He released her and reached for his belt buckle. “And now it’s time to get the hell out of that rut.”
Her belly clenched as she watched his big fingers work fast. There was urgency to his movements.
What the hell was he going to do?
She glanced lower, there was a long, thick bulge behind his suit pants. He had an erection.
“Lucan,” she gasped. “What…?”
“You want fucking like that woman on there.” He jerked his head at the laptop. “I can do that for you. You don’t need to watch porn to get what you need, baby. Not when I’m here and I’m hot for you.”
“But…” Oh God, was he going to ass fuck her? Is that what she’d brought on herself? She’d never seen him like this. Heard him speak to her like this.
It was new, exciting, but also terrifying.
He shoved at his pants, his red boxers going down with them. His crisp shirt hung over his patch of dark pubic hair and his cock stuck rudely from the slit of his shirt.
Damn, when had she last seen his penis? She’d forgotten how well hung he was.
“Turn around,” he said throatily as he took hold of her shoulders and spun her to face her dressing table.
She stumbled a little but he kept her upright.
He then tipped her over so her palms were flat on the table, and kicked her feet wide with his.
“Lucan, not my…oh…” She wasn’t ready for him to fuck her ass, and not like this…not…
“You’ll get what I give you.”
She stared at his reflection in the mirror as he gripped her hips, the way the man on the porn movie had gripped his co-star.
“Lucan,” she gasped again. Anticipation zinged through her. Delight filled her mind. Seeing, hearing, feeling Lucan’s earnest, his desire to enter her, was a turn on in itself.
But oh God, it was going to be so…
“Argh!” She cried out as he pushed into her pussy. It wasn’t his usual slow ride, easing her apart for his width. He’d just plunged deep, his way eased by her wetness.
“Ah, yeah, take me,” he said, pulling her harder onto his cock, even though he was already at full depth. “Is this what you want, Polly? Or do you want me in your ass? Shall I fuck you there?”
“Oh, Lucan…oh…” Her hair was falling wildly around her face. “No, not there, not now…”
“But one day?”
“One day?” he said again.
“I think so…maybe…”
“You still want more in your pussy, though, don’t you?” He pulled out, thrust back in. “Now, today.”
The dresser banged against the wall. The mirror shook.
She stared at his reflection as he filled her so absolutely. It kind of hurt, the denseness of his cock, in this new position. But it was good hurt, pleasurable, it was a sensation of being owned, possessed, needed.
And she so wanted him to need her, to desire her to the point of losing control.
He reached forward and gripped her hair into a loose ponytail, tugged so her head lifted. His eyes were wild, his cheeks flushed, he was breathing fast.
“Am I getting it right?” he asked gruffly as he stared into her eyes through the mirror. “Hitting the spot?”
“Please what? What else do you need?”
“My… I need…”
“Tell…me.” He punctuated the two words with hard, plundering thrusts.
“My clit…I need.”
He released her hair, allowing it to fall around her shoulders again, and slid his hand down past her waist. “I understand.”
He sought out her clit and rubbed firmly.
Polly moaned, a long stuttering sound. His fingers, now, like this, were better than the ears on the rabbit. Stuffed so full of him, his passion, his determination surrounding her, this was what she’d needed for so long.
He was groaning as he fucked her, ramming into her over and over. Not caring about the dresser knocking violently or the wild slapping of his flesh against hers.
She wondered what an observer would make of their antics. They could be the stars of their own porn film, like this, fucking madly, nothing else existing except satisfaction.
Continuing to stare at her husband, Polly succumbed to the ride to climax. It was nearly there, the pressure was building. It was such a wonderful deep orgasm, too, growing from the center of her womb. His cock and his fingers were working her so thoroughly.
She’d never dreamed Lucan could become such a passionate, intense lover. His gasps were no longer muffled in the pillow, he was loud and gruff, his strength surrounded her, held her. He was glorious in this moment. More beautiful than she’d ever seen him. His shirt and hair dishevelled, a sweat sheen on his brow, his five o’clock shadow evident. And his eyes, staring down at where they were joined, watching his cock slamming in and out of her pussy, were glistening in the dim light.
“Oh God, Polly, I’m coming, come with me.” He gritted his teeth as though trying so summon will power.
Polly let her orgasm take over. She opened her mouth to call out, but no sound emerged, then as pleasure ripped through her a long strangled cry left her throat. She had no control over it and the wail echoed around her head and the bedroom.
Her pussy pulsed around Lucan’s cock. Her clit seemed to explode beneath the hard, fast rotations of his fingers. She panted and puffed as wave after wave of bliss shot through her.
He released high inside of her. Flooding her with his semen. He gasped her name, gripped her right buttock, his fingers like pincers, and shoved even deeper into her.
She continued to spiral in ecstasy, bright lights flashing behind her closed eyes and her internal muscles hugging his shaft.
Eventually he stilled. His cock twitching and buried to the hilt.
“Oh my God,” he muttered.
She rested her cheek on the cool, hard dresser.
Lucan pulled out.
Her internal muscles felt pulpy and swollen. A pleasant aftershock rippled through them.
She sighed. Her eyes were still closed.
That had been amazing. Where had her husband been hiding this part of himself?
The bedroom door slammed. A harsh sound that made her jump.
She stood. Looked around.
Lucan was gone.
Lucan sped down the stairs, two at a time, fastening his belt buckle as he went. He was hot and sweaty, his heart pounding.
What the hell had just happened?
He’d bent his wife over and fucked her like she was a whore, nothing more than a body for him to possess, find satisfaction in.
And he wasn’t that sort of husband. No way. He’d always treated her with tender kindness and consideration.
She was delicate, a china doll to be treasured.
He headed into the kitchen, pulled open the fridge and grabbed a beer. After popping the lid and taking a big gulp he opened the back door. The late summer breeze wafted in, tickling his neck, which was damp with perspiration that also pressed his shirt to his sticky chest.
He stepped out, breathing deep. The pavers were hard beneath his feet, his socks no barrier to a few small stones.
He shook his head, slugged on his beer and headed toward the end of the garden.
They lived on the edge of town and were blessed with a sprawling westerly field behind them. The straw had just been cut and now the field contained only stubble; pale yellow tufts were home to the field mice Tilly liked to terrorize.
Lucan stepped onto the garden lawn, glad of the softness underfoot. His breaths were still coming fast. Not that he wasn’t fit enough to expend energy like that, he was. He went to the gym three times a week. But this was different, this was emotional energy as well as physical.
He kept on walking, reached the ranch-style fence at the end of the garden and leaned on it, staring at the horizon. The sun was dipping low.
The image of Polly, sprawled on their bed, a neon pink vibrator in her pussy and her head thrown back in ecstasy would be with him always. Even if he stared at the sun until it burned his retinas, that picture would still be there.
He’d been so shocked he was surprised his heart hadn’t stopped beating.
He’d also, in the same moment, thought it one of the sexiest things he’d ever seen. God, she’d been wild, wanton, uninhibited.
He would have thought it super hot if it hadn’t been his sweet wife who cooked Sunday dinner for their parents, darned his socks and made him soup when he was ill.
What had gone wrong with them?
They used to have a great sex life. Didn’t they?
He’d known they’d been a bit distant lately but put it down to their jobs. They were both stressed, both climbing the career ladder. Isn’t that what happened? Couples became ships that passed in the night for a few years until they “made it.”
He finished his beer, gulping it down, waiting for the alcohol to hit. He turned and glanced at the house. It wasn’t huge, but it was theirs and it was private, their neighbors a reasonable distance away. Polly was especially keen on the thatched roof; it had been what had sold the house to her.
And he’d bought it, because he wanted her to be happy. He wanted her to love her home, enjoy their holidays. He wanted to treat her to nice meals in nice restaurants and decedent bunches of flowers on Valentine’s Day and her birthday.
He wanted her to be happy. It was his sole aim in life. She was the one he’d chosen to grow old with, to love and care for, forever. He didn’t want that to change.
Their bedroom curtains were still closed. He’d known they were when he’d stepped into the room, because it had taken his eyes a moment to adjust when he’d first opened the bedroom door.
The sound, on the screen—a man’s groan—it had hit him like a fist to the stomach.
The curtain shifted.
Polly looked out at him.
She was still naked, her breasts soft pale orbs in the golden light.
He turned away. Shame washing over him for the way he’d fucked her. Then a fresh wave of self-loathing crept over his scalp. He shouldn’t have walked away like that afterward.
But he’d had no choice. Thoughts were tumbling through his mind. Banging against each other with the same intensity the dresser had hit the wall.
He’d needed a moment alone.
And now he was alone.
He dropped his bottle to the grass where it landed with a soft whump, then climbed over the fence.
Here the soil was harder and as he walked toward the sun the cut straw tapped against his suit trousers.
His cock was still a little erect. Not full on hardness, but not entirely deflated, either. He rubbed his palms together, remembering the ease at which he’d bent Polly over, spread her legs, and entered her.
She’d let him. Not a moment of resistance. No words of refusal. She’d allowed him to treat her like that. Just shove his cock in and take what he wanted.
Oh, he’d made her come too, wonderfully, or so it had felt. But had that been fake? Had she faked before?
Did she always?
Nausea swept through him. He’d tried so hard over the years. Thought he’d got the balance more or less right. But now, everything he’d thought he’d known about his sex life had been chopped down, just like the straw he was walking on.
He stopped, hands on hips, and stared around. He felt small in the huge field. But that was good, it shrank his thoughts as he battled to make sense of them.
What did she want from him? Providing Polly with what she needed was all that was important.
Did she need hard, wild fucking?
Did she need fucking up the ass like on the porn movie she’d been watching?
God. He’d never even considered doing that to her.
He lifted his fingers to his nose. Her scent lingered there. Rich and spicy it made his cock a little harder.
But if that was her fantasy then…
He’d have to do it. He’d have to give her what she needed. She might be watching a movie today to get kicks, but what if that led to her having an affair? Finding a man who’d do all of those things.
Lucan shoved his hands into his pockets and walked in a slow circle, kicking a few small stones with his big toe as he went. For those few seconds, when he’d thought another man was watching her, using the laptop’s tiny camera to see that vibrator pleasuring his wife, Lucan had thought he might explode. Something hot and acidic had burned in his veins and it was hard to focus. He’d want to kill any other man who touched Polly, he knew that now for sure.
Thank goodness that hadn’t been the case.
But now what?
What the hell was he going to do?
He couldn’t stay out in the field all night. He had to make a plan and go back in. Talk to her, apologize for the way he’d been with her.
What if she wouldn’t accept it? Maybe she was packing. Heading off to her mother’s for the weekend.
No. She couldn’t do that. They had to talk. Straighten this out. If she went…well, she might not come back.
Decision made, he stomped back toward the house. The sound of the crinkling straw filled his ears and the sun’s weakening rays beat down on his neck and back. His socks would be wrecked from the baked earth but he didn’t care.
The curtains remained shut. He didn’t know if that was a good sign. The back door was still wide open.
He climbed the fence, ignored his discarded beer bottle, and marched up to the house.
As he approached the scent of frying onions assaulted his nostrils.
He hesitated for a moment, then walked up to the kitchen door.
Polly stood at the hob holding a wooden spoon. She was stirring the contents of a frying pan. She wore her favorite loose jeans and a white vest top. Her feet were bare, her hair pulled up into a ponytail. The smooth skin on her shoulders and arms tanned to the color of milky coffee.
“I’m making chili,” she said, then took a sip of white wine.
He gripped the doorframe as his gaze scanned over her. She appeared to be a million miles from the woman he’d fucked like a man possessed. She seemed so…normal.
“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice a little hoarse.
“Of course. Why wouldn’t I be?” She added a tin of chopped tomatoes to the pan.
“Get another beer,” she said, gesturing to the fridge.
Lucan did as she’d suggested. After flicking off the lid, he went to stand next to her at the counter.
Her cheeks were pink, her lips damp as though she’d just licked them.
He had no idea what to say to her. Where to start. He felt like a teenager again. Fumbling for words. Then it came to him. Simple and to the point and it seemed as good as place as any to begin. “I love you.”
She paused and looked at him steadily, her pupils wide. “And I love you, Lucan. I always will.”
“So you’re not mad at me?” He sipped his beer but didn’t take his eyes from hers.
“Why would I be mad at you?”
“Because…” He hesitated again, not knowing how to say it in the light of day. It had been different in the bedroom. The air had held the tangy scent of sex. The curtains closed. She’d been naked. He’d been hard.
Polly turned slightly and resumed stirring the meal.
“Because I bent you over and…” Damn it, that word, it was trapped on his tongue.
“Polly…” He shook his head, unused to hearing her speak that way. “Yes, I just bent you over and fucked you.”
“I liked it.”
“You did?” Hope filled his heart.
“Yes. Couldn’t you tell I was having fun?”
“Well…I think so. You yelled pretty loud and it felt damn good for me but…” He reached for the spoon and tugged it from her hand, set it and the pan aside. “Polly.”
She blinked, long and slow. “What?”
“We have to talk.”
“I know.” She nodded.
“What happened, up there. I was…”
“You were great, Lucan.”
“I was? That’s nice of you to say but—”
“There’s no but.” She clenched her fists, appeared to brace herself, then tipped her chin. “I don’t want nice anymore. Nice and quiet and safe on a Friday night under the duvet isn’t working. I want some fun.” The words tumbled from her mouth but there was no denying the passion behind them. “We’re both adults, we’re in a committed relationship, in love, why can’t we have sex in different positions on different days of the week? Why can’t we say what we want even if it’s a bit kinky?”
“We can. You can…what do you want me to do, Polly?”
“Maybe that’s a different conversation.”
“What do you mean? I thought we were having that conversation now.”
“No. What we’re doing now is discussing why you came home from work and found me masturbating to porn.”
“Fucking hell.” He reached for his beer and turned away, rubbing at his forehead. This wasn’t a conversation he’d ever thought he’d have in his own kitchen, with his wife, while a chili was cooking.
“It’s the truth. Let’s not skirt around it.” She added mince to the pan and it sizzled as she broke it up.
“I’m not skirting around anything. It was just a shock, that’s all. I thought you’d be in the shower, maybe having a lie down, or on the phone to your mum and then…”
“Then you saw me and…” She paused, gulped her wine. “I wanted to die of embarrassment. In fact, if I had just died, then…maybe it would have been better—”
“Stop, don’t even say such ridiculous things.” He banged his beer on the table in the center of the room.
“No.” He stepped up behind her, wound his arms around her waist and nuzzled his face into her hair. Her familiar coconutty smell filled his nose and comforted him, soothed his fractious emotions. “I want you at my side, always. I can’t live without you. We’ll figure this out.”
“So, you’re not, I mean, you don’t think I’m disgusting?”
“For watching porn or masturbating?”
“Both I guess.” She was stirring the chili even though it probably didn’t need it now.
He chuckled. “As you said, we’re both adults, masturbating is allowed as is watching porn. I just didn’t think it was your thing.”
“But that’s just it, Lucan.” She set the spoon aside again and turned within his arms.
He adored how tiny she was yet at the same time so strong, if not physically she was tough emotionally. But this…it had rocked her. Hell, it would him if he’d been caught in the act like that. And he did relieve himself at least once a week, usually on a Monday or Tuesday. But in the shower, with the door firmly locked, no chance of being caught in the act.
“What do you mean, that’s just it?” he asked, her last words swirling in his brain.
“I don’t know what I want. What kinks I have.” She paused. “Or what kinks you have for that matter.”
“I don’t think I have any.” He shrugged. “God, I must be so boring.”
Polly slid her hand over his shirt and cupped his chin. “Of course you have kinks. We all have fantasies. Sometimes we’re just too wrapped up in other stuff to let them surface.”
“And that’s what you did? Let yours surface?”
“No, I don’t think so. I think I was…exploring, trying to find them, digging around in porn to see what was interesting and what was a definite no-no for me.”
Lucan was quiet for a moment then, “and watching someone get their ass fucked was part of that.”
She nodded and glanced away.
“No.” He turned her back to face him. “Look at me.”
She swallowed and raised her gaze to his.
He stroked his thumb over her cheek. He’d never thought he’d ask this question. An image of her on their wedding day, in virginal white, her eyes brimming with emotion as she clutched a posy of daisies came to his mind. “Polly, do you really want me to…”
“To what?” She stared steadily at him.
“Fuck your ass?” His gut clenched. His cock stiffened. Jesus, had he really just said that?
“I don’t know.” She smiled. “Maybe.”
“I’m curious. The girl on the movie seemed to love it.”
“She’s an actress. Paid to take it…there.”
“I know all of that.” She shrugged. “But have you really never thought about doing that to me, Lucan?”
He didn’t reply.
“Well there must be something you’ve thought about, other than the missionary position.”
He pulled in a deep breath. He was ashamed to say that his fantasies were few and far between. Here was his wife, his newly liberated wife, asking what he wanted and he couldn’t say for sure.
His cock in her ass? Wouldn’t it hurt her? He never wanted to hurt her.
“Maybe we should put this conversation on hold for now,” Polly said, slipping from his arms. “It’s been an eventful Friday evening.”
Saturday morning dawned and before Lucan even opened his eyes he knew it was raining. The tapping at the window gave it away, as did the slight chill in the air.
He stretched and reached to his right, hoping to find Polly there for a cuddle. But the bed was empty. He blinked open his eyes and sighed. A cuddle would have been a good start to the day. He wanted to be close to her physically so he could get close to her emotionally again. Their relationship had taken an unexpected shift and he was both excited and nervous about where it was going.
They hadn’t made love when they’d got into bed the night before. It was the first Friday evening they hadn’t for as long as he could remember. Though it wasn’t as if they hadn’t had sex yesterday, they had, just not their usual routine.
He put his hands behind his head and stared up at the ceiling. Polly’s words echoed in his mind.
Have you really never thought about doing that to me, Lucan?
She’d been talking about him fucking her ass.
Had he thought about ass fucking? Of course he had, he was a guy, but just not with his wife. It had been a faceless, nameless woman who didn’t really exist. A hole, a curiosity as to what the sensation would be like on his cock.
But Polly? Squeeze his dick into her ass?
His cock thickened and he shifted his hips. Damn it, what he’d seen of that movie. A huge erection ramming in and out of a stretched, lubed hole. It had sure seemed hot for everyone involved.
He reached down and gripped his shaft. It grew in his palm as he continued to stare at the ceiling. He imagined Polly naked and bent over the dresser as she had been yesterday. But this time, instead of her pussy, his aim was her asshole. Would it stretch like on the movie? Would she cry out, would he hate himself for hurting her?
Stroking from root to tip, he imagined his fingers were her tight band of muscle hugging him. What would it feel like inside her there? Would it be the same as her pussy, wet and warm?
His balls tingled and his shaft bloated further. He was reaching full on hardness. He bit on his bottom lip as he worked his cock.
What the hell was he doing?
He didn’t care.
The bedcovers moved as his hand went up and down. He’d have to prepare her for him. Maybe use his fingers or a toy. Get some proper lubrication so he didn’t do her any damage.
God, just the thought of touching her there.
His heart rate sped up. He held in a groan.
One of the things that made the image so sexy was the knowledge that Polly wanted it, too. He knew she did. She wanted him to realize her fantasy.
Perhaps that was his fantasy, to make hers come true. To take her to the kinky places she wanted to go. What else had she watched on that laptop of hers? What other fabulous filthy ideas had been thrown her way?
“Want some help with that?”
His heart skipped a beat, and he opened his eyes; he hadn’t realized he’d closed them. “Polly,” he gasped, ceasing all movements.
She was crouched next to the bed, her face near his. A smile played with her lips and her eyes sparkled.
“You having a little fantasy?” she asked softly.
He used his free hand to reach for her, curled it around the back of her neck and pulled her closer. “Yes.”
“Do you even need to ask?”
He rubbed his cock again. He’d never touched himself in front of her before, not like this, but it felt right.
“I’m glad it’s about me,” she said, stroking down his neck to his chest. “I have no intention of sharing you, even if she is a fantasy woman.”
“You’re the only one for me.”
Still smiling she slipped her hand beneath the duvet, lower, lower and lower still.
He held his breath and stared into her eyes as she placed her hand over his.
“Is this how you do it when you’re alone?” she asked, tipping her head and following his movements as he worked his cock.
“You’re a sexy guy,” she said, “and you’re only getting it once a week. I’m sure you must find relief with your hand sometimes.”
“Yes,” he whispered. “I do it like this.” He exaggerated the little twist at the top, just below the flare of his glans. The action intensified the pressure, as though it tugged his nerve endings.
Her eyes widened slightly as though committing the precise stroke to memory.
“Polly,” he said, his belly tightening. Her small hand covering his was so erotic. He wanted to come, to see this to the end. “I’m so sorry.”
“For what?” She reached down and kissed his collarbone.
He looked at her hair, freshly brushed and pulled back. He had a sudden urge to mess it up. “For not getting it right,” he said. “For so long.”
“Shh.” She looked up, a slight frown marring her brow. “That’s in the past. Today is a new day.”
“A new day, a new us?”
“When it comes to bedroom fun…I hope so.” She kissed his chest again, small peppered touches of her lips. “And what’s more,” she said. “We have nothing planned all weekend so we can just enjoy being together as the new us.”
“I like the sound of that.” He moved his hips and the cover slipped downward. He was getting hot. His belly was tightening and his balls ached.
Polly was still following his movements as he worked his shaft, her hand clasped around his. She dipped her head lower, kissed his sternum, his belly and then dipped her tongue into his navel.
He groaned and shoved at the cover with his free hand, exposing their hands wrapped around his cock.
What a sight.
She looked up at him. “I want to give you a blow job, Lucan.”
Damn it. He clenched his buttocks and released his cock. “Yes.” He nodded. “Polly, yes please.”
She twitched her eyebrows at him. “Yes please, huh? Sounds like you’re desperate for it.”
Who the hell was this sassy, sexy woman? Oh yeah, his wife.
He was a lucky man.
She maneuvered onto the bed, between his legs, and took hold of his cock. She was dressed in a short denim skirt and a pale pink t-shirt that was low enough at the front for him to get a glimpse of her neat cleavage.
“You’re gorgeous,” he said.
She didn’t reply. Instead, with her gaze firmly on his face, she poked out her tongue and swiped it over the tip of his cock.
“Jesus…Polly.” Lucan gripped the sheets, fisting them in his hands.
Polly licked his slit again, then swirled her tongue around the flare of his cock. She fluttered her eyes shut as though savoring his flavor.
He wanted her to take him in, sink deep, but equally he didn’t want to rush. He wanted to relish every moment. Her mouth was beautiful, her tongue so hot.
She rubbed his cock, twisting her hand a little at the end as he’d shown her.
He groaned and dropped his head back onto the pillow. Closed his eyes. He’d have to harness some self-control if he was going to last more than a few seconds. And damn, he wanted to feel the heated wetness of her mouth around him.
With her free hand she pushed his inner thigh, stretching his legs wider apart. He felt so exposed to her, so open. When had he last felt this way, so together with her?
He didn’t have time to think about that, because Polly sank onto his cock, her tongue hugging his shaft as she took him to the back of her throat.
A stuttered moan rumbled up from his chest and he slid his right hand into her hair, slotting his fingers beneath the band that held it back.
She bobbed up, dropped back down, coating him in her saliva.
“So damn good, baby,” he gasped, “Oh God…”
Her lips were a tight seal. She kept on working him with her hand as she set up a steady rhythm with her mouth.
He looked down at her, almost shocked at the sight but equally turned on. It was like his own porn movie and he was the star of the show. And damn, his co-star was hot.
He tugged her hair band, pulled it free and watched as her soft blonde hair tumbled around her shoulders, some of it draped on his right thigh and hip. He ran his fingers through it, his hands moving in time with her head ducking up and down.
Damn it, she was good. The pressure was building, soon he’d have to come. His balls were retracting, his legs shaking.
He curled forward, the lines of his abdominal muscles becoming apparent. “Polly…I’m…oh fuck…in your mouth if you don’t…” He gritted his teeth. He’d warned her. It was there. He was going to flood her mouth with his seed. Come hard and fast. His cock was as hard as it ever got.
And it felt so good. She felt so good.
Still she kept on. Rubbing. Sucking. Licking. Sinking deep.
“Ah…ah…baby…it’s here.” He shifted, trying to pull away. She wouldn’t want him to come in her mouth, he was sure of it.
But she moved with him. Taking him deeper than ever before, lashing him with her tongue. The top of her throat butted his cockhead.
It was there. He spurted. Pleasure ripped through him. He clutched her head, bucked his hips and let his climax take control.
She guzzled him down, groaning as she did so.
He bucked again, her mouth the hottest, most wondrous place to come in. Another shot of semen rushed from him. His balls were tight, the release of the pressure such a relief.
“Polly, oh, God, Polly, yes…oh…” he moaned, his breaths short.
One more pulse of pleasure then he knew he was spent. He dropped back on the bed, his heart thudding.
She suckled him gently, stroked his balls then over his belly.
“Come here,” he said, tugging her hair.
His cock slipped from her mouth, then she slid up his body.
He pushed her hair back so he could look at her face. Her cheeks had a rise of red on them, her wet lips were a little plump and excitement shone from her eyes.
“That was amazing,” he said. “And you…didn’t mind…”
“Mind what?” She grinned. “Helping you out with your hard on or you coming down my throat?”
“Jesus, Polly, is that you?” He laughed. “I never thought I’d hear you say such things.”
“Are you complaining?”
“Hell no. Right now I’m the happiest man on the planet.”
Her smile widened. “Good, that’s how I want you to feel.”
“Well now you know how, that was incredible.”
Her smile slipped.
“What’s the matter, baby?”
“When did I last do that to you? I mean I know I have before, but when…it’s shameful that I can’t remember.”
“It doesn’t matter.” He swept his lips over hers. “Wasn’t it you who just said that’s in the past, this is the new us?”
Polly wandered along the wine aisle at Marks and Spencer with a secret smile and her heart full of happiness. The evening before, when Lucan had walked into the bedroom and caught her mid-climax as she watched porn, she didn’t think she’d ever smile again.
But here she was, bursting with joy.
She hadn’t wanted to come out to buy groceries, but the cupboards and fridge were bare so she’d had little choice. Besides, she wanted to cook something special for Lucan tonight, and open a bottle of champagne. Their new sexual relationship deserved celebrating. As did her first orgasm in months at the hand of her husband, and his first blow job in a very long time.
Her smile widened. When she’d seen him lying in bed, working his cock, she hadn’t believed her luck. It somehow evened up the score. After that thought she hadn’t been able to resist joining in.
And it had been so hot to have him in her mouth. To feel his cock responding to the flicks of her tongue. And when he’d climaxed, thick, salty fluid pouring from him, she’d nearly come herself. It was one of the most erotic things she could remember ever happening to her.
She really should suck him off more often. Perhaps she’d suggest a regular blow job night, maybe once a week. Maybe he’d even return the favor.
A quiver attacked her inner thighs. Lucan had done that, gone down there, when they’d been on holiday two years ago and both had a bit too much sangria. He’d licked her clit and fingered her before they’d fucked. She remembered it clearly, it had been so sexy, and she’d craved it to last longer. She’d wanted to come on his tongue. She couldn’t recall ever doing that.
Oh, but she wanted to, she wanted to orgasm with his face between her legs. She was a grown woman, in the prime of her life. She wanted, no, needed these things.
And she was damn well going to get them. Her marriage was good and solid and if the only thing lacking was imagination between the sheets, well, she could soon fix that.
She picked a bottle of champagne from the top shelf, an expensive brand, and put it in her trolley. They’d pop the cork on it later.
The shop was busy but Polly barely noticed anyone else as she picked out chicken and mushrooms and a creamy sauce. All she could think of was Lucan—his smile, his voice, his cock—and what the evening ahead might bring…
He’d taken his car to the repair center for a new tire. Something he’d mentioned in the week, and as the weather forecast was meant to stay wet, he didn’t want to risk delaying it. She’d hoped they’d do nothing all day but lounge in bed, making love over and over again in new and adventurous ways. But of course that couldn’t happen. They had to do some life maintenance.
She added a pack of strawberries to her trolley, then a box of fancy chocolates. Every nerve in her body seemed to be humming. She wasn’t sure if the sensation was left over from the sex they’d already had since knocking off work on Friday, or if it was the anticipation of more to come.
The tills had queues three deep, but for once she didn’t mind. Polly was happy to stand and daydream about Lucan. She found herself mulling over what his fantasies might be. He’d definitely enjoyed the blow job. Would he like her to go down on him in a cinema or while he was driving? Something risky and exciting? Or perhaps she should just surprise him when he stepped in from work one evening. Instead of a polite kiss on the cheek, she’d just drop to her knees, take his cock out of his suit pants and suck him off.
Heat spread on her cheeks and she glanced around. An elderly couple stood behind her, and a young woman to her right.
What was the matter with her? She’d turned into a nymphomaniac. Standing in Marks and Spencer contemplating scenarios for performing oral sex on her husband.
She looked down at her shopping neatly lined on the belt now. She didn’t care. She was having great sex and more was on its way, she was sure of it.
When she arrived home it was raining harder, and she got a good soaking just dashing from the car to the house with the shopping bags.
Lucan was already home, and opened the door as she stepped onto the porch. “Hey, baby, need a hand?”
“Take these.” She handed him both bags. “Be careful, there’s champagne in there.”
He raised his eyebrows. “Who is that for?”
“Us.” She laughed. “Of course.” She kicked off her shoes and closed the front door against the weather.
“And what are we celebrating?”
The twitch of his mouth told her he knew exactly what they were celebrating.
“Sex,” she said. “Fantasies, love… us.”
He put down the bags and glanced at her top.
She followed his line of sight.
The rain had dampened the material and it clung to her bra. Her nipples were tight little peaks that poked outward.
“I’m glad I’m the only one here,” he said quietly.
“Why is that?”
He licked his lips. “I’m the only one who should see your tits in that delectable state.”
She raised her eyebrows. Tits, that wasn’t one of his usual words. Not that she was complaining. “And, what’s the other reason.”
“It means I can do this.” He reached for her and snapped her close, pulling her body up against his.
“Lucan,” she gasped, pressing her palms against his soft t-shirt.
“You’re so damn gorgeous,” he said, then kissed her. A deep, soulful kiss that had her knees weakening. She clung to him as he stroked his tongue over hers. He tasted a little of coffee, and of man and desire and everything she’d missed in her life.
Eventually he pulled back. “I should kiss you like that more often. You’ve got a sexy dreamy look in your eyes now.”
“You’re a good kisser.” She touched his bottom lip with the tip of her index finger.
“I’m glad you think so.” He ran his hands down her back to her ass, then cupped her buttocks over her short skirt. “But you’re irresistible.”
She wanted to add a comment that he’d been resisting her for years, or so it felt to her, but decided not to. They were looking forward, not backward.
“Go have soak in the bath,” he said. “You’re cold and wet.”
“I’ll put the shopping away.”
“I can do that.”
“Polly, take the hint.”
“What hint?” She frowned at him. What was he talking about?
“I need you out of the way for a half an hour. I’ve got something I want to do.”
“Oh, okay.” She paused. “What?”
“That would be telling.” He laughed and gave her ass a swift slap.
“Ow!” She jerked then giggled. “Lucan.”
He winked and released her. “Go, I’ll call you when I’m done.”
“Are we going out somewhere?”
“No, definitely not,” he called over his shoulder as he disappeared into the kitchen with the shopping bags.
Polly hugged herself. Her husband was like a new man. He’d just kissed her until she was breathless, swatted her ass and instructed her to get out of his way for a while.
And she was pretty damn sure it wasn’t because he wanted to sit and read the paper. He had something up his sleeve, she was sure of it. A sexy plan that she couldn’t wait to unfold.
After running a deep bubble bath and sitting in it until the water cooled, Polly raked around in her underwear drawer. Surely she had something sexy, something that wasn’t just practical and seamless. She clicked her tongue off the roof of her mouth in frustration. If only she’d thought about it when she’d been at the shops.
Eventually she settled on a black bra and matching knickers that had a little lace trim. Deciding not to dress, she pulled on a thin black robe that she used for traveling or visiting. She brushed her hair, added a slick of lip gloss and a squirt of sweet perfume, then sat on the bed awaiting Lucan to call her down the stairs.
She flipped open her laptop and keyed in the password. A frozen image of the ass fucking movie she’d been caught watching filled the screen. A tremble went through her and she squirmed. It was a hot piece of pornography and would have a special place in her heart now that it had acted as a catalyst to her hopefully improved sex life.
“Polly, you can come down now,” Lucan called.
“Okay.” She hit close on the movie but left the choice of porn on the screen, and shut the laptop.
“And bring your computer down.”
“Yep, that’s the one.”
She stood and held it to her chest. Did Lucan want to watch the movie again? She didn’t know, but one thing was for sure, the not knowing was exciting and not having to hide the fact that she had porn on her laptop was a relief.
Lucan was waiting by the living room door. It was raining harder, the wild weather battering the outside of the house, and he stood in shadows. “Nice bath?”
“I think so.” She stopped in front of him.
“Good.” He took the laptop. “Come in here with me.” He opened the door. A soft, buttery glow spilled out, as did quiet piano music.
“What’s going on?” she asked.
He smiled, took her hand and tugged her into the room.
“Oh, Lucan, it’s lovely.” He’d set candles everywhere and the pale cream walls shivered in the flickering light. The log fire was glowing gently and an ice bucket holding the champagne sat on the table beside two flutes.
“Baby it’s cold outside,” he whispered against her ear. “And we’ve nowhere to be, so it’s time to lock the door, turn off the phones and snuggle up and get cozy.”
“I like your plan.”
“And for the record, that champagne is a bottle I bought when I was out this morning.”
“You didn’t.” She laughed.
“Of course, I was in a celebratory mood, too. But that’s okay, I’m sure we’ll get through both bottles over the weekend.”
“Oh, Lucan. I do love you.”
“I know.” He kissed her cheek. “And I love you, too.” He stepped away and after placing the laptop near the TV, he set about uncorking the champagne.
“This is all very romantic,” she said, eyeing up his ass which looked delectable in tight black jeans.
“I don’t romance you enough,” he said. “But that’s all going to change. We shouldn’t be dictated to about when and where we can be romantic. As far as I’m concerned, a weekend with nothing to do except be together is perfect for romance.”
The cork popped from the bottle and he quickly filled the glasses.
“I only want to be with you,” she said as he handed her a flute of sparkling liquid. “It’s a perfect weekend.”
“That’s what I like to hear.” He clinked his glass to hers. “Cheers to us, eight years married and many more to come.”
“I hope so.”
“I know so.” He took a sip of his drink.
She copied, studying his face. He hadn’t shaved and she liked the look. He was so handsome, his dark eyes so full of promise. When had she last even really studied him like this?
“Now what?” she asked. “Are we snuggling?”
“Of course, sit. Put your feet up.” He gestured to the sofa. He’d piled some of the spare room pillows on it, making it extra comfortable, almost bed like. And added two of her folded soft woollen blankets that she kept for mid-winter to the large footstool next to the table.
He flicked on the TV then attached a cable from the back to her laptop.
She sat, sipped her drink again, and watched as he used the remote control to scroll through the settings.
Finally, the screen went from blank to full picture. Polly’s stomach did a flip of excitement. It was her selection of porn movies. Now, if they wanted to, they could watch them on full screen in the comfort of their living room.
He threw her a smile. “What do you think?”
“It’ll be good in high definition, I suppose.”
He chuckled and set about unwinding the cable so the laptop reached the table.
When task completed he sat next to her on the edge of the sofa. “So what shall we watch?”
“I don’t know.” She finished her drink. Maybe she’d need another one before they watched their first porno together.
He must have sensed that because he topped up their glasses.
“How about the one you were watching yesterday?” he asked.
“If you want to.”
“No, Polly.” He cupped her cheek and studied her face. “I want to know what you want to watch.”
She swallowed. “Okay, yes, the one from yesterday.” It seemed as good a place as any to start. But damn…it was so graphic and in the middle of the day, could they…yes, of course they could.
“It’s this one, isn’t it?” Lucan asked, hovering the mouse over Butt Babes.
He smiled and pressed a quick kiss to her lips. “Relax, this is all good and besides, you’ve got me curious.”
“I have.” What did he mean by that?
“Let’s just say I’ve been on a bit of a porn drought for the last ten years or so, ever since I met you. I’m keen to see if anything has changed in the way they’re made.”
“I doubt it,” she giggled.
“We’ll see.” He hit play and the scene started from the beginning with the characters getting to know each other.
Lucan stood and turned off the piano music.
Polly watched him. He was tall and lean and always moved with grace, but today, now, there was an extra confidence to his swagger, as though he’d had an injection of self-assurance.
Sitting back down next to her, he took her glass and set it on the table. “Was it the first time you’d watched this one yesterday?”
“And have you watched all of the others on your laptop?”
“Most of them.”
“While you were…”
“Using the vibrator.” She shook her head. “No, that’s quite new.”
“I’m sorry you had to get one.” He sat back, pulling her with him.
“No, don’t be, it’s not like that.”
He kissed the side of her head. “It’s okay. Perhaps we’ll use it together.”
She turned within the curve of his arm. “What do you mean?”
He shrugged. “I don’t know really. Perhaps I could use it on you, it might be nice not to be distracted as you orgasm. I can concentrate on watching you come, all of those little blissful noises you make, and your expressions.”
Her heart fluttered. Heat spread over her chest. “Lucan.”
He chuckled. “Oh dear, you do realize you’ve woken a monster.”
As the movie got going, Lucan pulled Polly to lying on the sofa, her in front of him with her back to his chest.
She lifted her legs up and he rested one of his between hers, his jeans a little rough on her skin. His breath washed over her hair, shifting it slightly as he curled his arm over her waist.
The action on screen was just getting started. The flirting had reached the point clothes were starting to coming off.
Lucan slipped his hand into the gap of her robe, stroked the outline of her bra, then cupped her breast.
A tremble of delight went through her, starting in her breast and traveling to her pussy. His touch was an aphrodisiac, it made her want more instantly.
“I’ve been thinking of your tits since you came home in that wet top,” he murmured.
“Yes. They’re so pretty and sexy.”
“Do you think hers are sexy?” Polly asked, nodding at the screen.
The actress had her bra off now, the male lead nuzzling his face into her deep cleavage.
“Not especially. I mean, I’m a bloke, I like tits in all shapes and sizes, but yours…” he stroked the outside curve, “are the perfect handful.”
“Mmm, I like it when you do that?”
“Touch me there, at the sides.”
“Like this?” He did it again, a feather-light touch that made her nipple pucker.
She moaned her appreciation.
“You’re so perfect for me,” he said. “And I want to make everything perfect for you. You must tell me when I get it right or wrong.”
“So it’s a deal, from now on?”
“Deal.” She smiled and wriggled her bottom against him.
He drew in a sharp breath.
His cock was hard, pressing against the zipper of his jeans.
“Tell me everything, so I can make you fly,” he whispered. “All of your desires and fantasies.”
She stared at the screen, a fantasy was being played out right now. The male lead had spread the woman’s legs and was licking her clitoris, his fingers pumping in and out of her pussy.
“Don’t worry,” Lucan said, switching his attentions to her other breast. “I realize that hasn’t happened for a while and I have plans on remedying the situation.”
“Okay,” she said, her voice a little breathy.
Lucan pulled her closer still and they watched the movie in silence.
Polly could hardly believe how quickly it had all happened. She’d never thought that Lucan Hartgrove, executive account manager, would want to watch porn with her.
But she was damn glad he did.
The porn star was writhing in apparent ecstasy. One long orgasm seeming to claim her as her counterpart licked her pussy.
Lucan slid his hand lower, past her waist, her belly, and slipped his fingers over the top of her knickers. He touched her through the material, rubbing lightly, caressing her thighs, stroking her soft folds.
Her breathing picked up, so did her heart rate. Lust raged in her veins. “Lucan,” she whispered.
“Shh, I want to touch you, while we watch this.” He tucked his fingers beneath the elastic of her knickers.
She clenched her belly. She was getting wet, her pussy quivering.
Nibbling on her bottom lip, Polly stared at the screen. The oral sex had finished and now the woman was being bent double over a table. Her ass the main focus of the shot. She received a swift slap to her buttock. “I’m gonna fuck your ass now, Cassandra,” the man said with a heavy American accent. “You reckon you can take it?”
“Yes, yes, fuck my ass, fuck it now.” She pulled her ass cheeks apart to show off her pucker.
Lucan rubbed Polly’s clitoris, a steady circular stroke.
Polly groaned, twitched her legs and curled her toes.
“You feel so hot like this,” he murmured into her ear. “Hot and wet and needing it.”
“Yes, I need it.”
“Like that, what she’s getting?”
Polly swallowed, her mouth suddenly dry. The man had finished lubing up his lady and had his cock primed at her asshole.
As he pushed in, Lucan spoke again. “Damn it, Polly. You’ve got me thinking of nothing else today, except claiming you there. Putting my dick in your ass and making you come so hard it feels like you’re going to snap it off.”
“Oh, God, Lucan.” She trembled. His filthy words, the way he was touching her. The image onscreen of the cock sinking in, balls deep. She wanted to come. Oh yeah, she wanted to come soon.
“Look how deep he goes,” Lucan said. “Right in, so far into her ass. And she loves it, look at her.”
Polly didn’t answer. She was a quivering mess of need.
“So can I do it, like that…now?” Lucan whispered. “Give you what I should have given you a long time ago.”
“But…” Polly gasped.
“I’ve got lube and I’ll stop if you tell me to.” He kissed her ear, then nibbled gently.
She’d thought about this so much. Waited so long. And now the moment was here. Her husband offering her the fantasy.
“Say yes, baby, don’t be scared. I’ll make it good for you.”
“Okay, yes.” She clenched her fists. “Let’s do it.”
He moaned softly as he kissed down her neck and slid his hands over her robe, releasing the belt and pushing the material aside.
Cool air washed over her, closely followed by his palms sweeping across her skin. “Are you turned on?”
She nodded. “Yes.”
“Me, too.” He pressed closer and his cock lodged against her. “I’m so damn hard for you.”
“God, I love it when you speak like that.”
“Yes, it’s so…”
“No, it is you, but it’s the you only I can be with.”
He was quiet for a moment, then, “I want you over the footstool, your ass in the air.”
He shifted and sat on the edge of the sofa. After tugging his t-shirt over his head, he unclipped her bra. “Go on, over you go,” he said, running the tips of his fingers down the outside of her breasts and the heavier underside.
She looked into his eyes; they were brimming with desire.
“Show me your ass,” he said quietly.
She nodded and did as he’d asked, resting over the woollen blanket with her ass facing him.
“You can still watch the movie from there,” he said, taking a sip of his champagne. “I reckon they’ve got a while to go yet.”
“Yes.” She wasn’t so interested in the TV now. She was more interested in what Lucan was going to do next.
She didn’t have to wait long to find out.
He set aside his now empty glass and stood. He undid his jeans and shoved them down along with his boxers. Again his movements were sure and confident, he wasn’t inhibited or holding back, just doing what a man does, preparing for sex.
There was something erotic about that in itself. Her husband taking her, staking his claim. She was his. That was all she ever wanted to be.
He noticed her studying him and smiled.
Her attention slipped lower, unselfconsciously checking out his equipment.
His cock was fully erect and hanging heavy in front of him. The end was glossy and thick veins ran up its length.
Polly clenched her internal muscles. Seeing him so aroused, for her, was enough to generate more moisture in her pussy.
Except he wasn’t planning on fucking her there.
He held his cock as he kicked his clothing away, then reached into the small drawer beneath the table. He withdrew a tube of KY jelly.
“Don’t look so worried,” he said.
“Good, because we can stop any time.”
“I won’t need you to.” She hoped she’d sounded more confident than she felt, because looking at his cock now, it would be no mean feat to take its length into her body.
“But we can. It won’t matter.”
“Stop talking, Lucan. Do it.”
He laughed. “Yes, Miss.”
She giggled and dropped her forehead to the blanket. She’d sounded so bossy and demanding. She hadn’t meant to but…
He was behind her, kissing her naked shoulders. His body heat poured onto her as he slid his palms over her.
She gasped and raised her head as his cock lodged between her ass cheeks. Damn it was so big. Impossibly so, she was sure.
“Watch the porn,” he whispered, sliding his hand between her legs. “Watch it, think about it. About you and me doing that. Pretend we’re on screen, ass fucking.”
“Lucan…oh…” She moaned as he slid into her pussy, two fingers, knuckle deep.
“God, you’re wet,” he said.
She stared, wide-eyed at the TV.
He created moist noises as he finger-fucked her. But she didn’t care, the need to come was building again.
“Just relax,” he said. “We have all day and all night.”
“Yes.” She nodded. The on-screen cock was slipping in and out, its way eased by lube.
“That’s so hot,” Lucan said. “Don’t you think?”
He was obviously watching, too. “Yes, yes. It is.”
“His cock going just here…” As he’d spoken he’d pressed his cool, lubed finger over her asshole.
Polly jerked, she’d never been touched there before. Her tight virginal hole was unbreached.
“Shh…” he said. “You’re so sexy like this. I love you so much. I want you so much.”
His words breezed over her. She blew out a breath and tried to visualise the tension leaving on the expired air.
The tip of his finger slipped in.
It didn’t hurt in the slightest, it just felt strange to have him there.
He slid higher and she felt his knuckles on her ass.
Oh God, soon she’d be like the woman on the screen. Stretched and fucked.
“Baby, you’re amazing,” he murmured. “That’s it.” He was still working her pussy and she was glad of it, the distraction helpful.
“I can take more, Lucan.”
“I know, but there’s no rush.”
He wriggled around for a moment, then added another slippery finger.
Polly drew in a breath. The sensation was denser but there was no pain.
He withdrew from her pussy. “Are you handling it?”
“I want you so badly. I can’t remember ever feeling so…” His words trailed off.
The stretch in her tight band of muscle increased. He’d inserted another finger, she was sure, just like the guy on the movie had done.
God, did she look like that. Was Lucan seeing her anus extending around his big male fingers? Of course he was.
He pushed in deeper.
She groaned out her breath and clutched the woolen blankets.
“I think you’re ready,” he said. “You can take me now.”
“Yes, oh, Lucan. Please…” She was begging, she didn’t care. That was the woman she’d become.
He pulled out and the smooth, domed head of his cock pressed against her asshole.
She slipped her hand lower and sought out her clit.
“Yes, touch yourself, play with your clit as we do this.” There was excitement in his voice. “Polly, you’re so fucking gorgeous.”
He pushed his cock forward.
She gasped and rotated her clit quicker.
He exerted a firmer pressure.
She hitched away, instinct making her retreat.
“No.” He gripped her hips. “Keep still.”
She whimpered, a thread of fear pulling her further forward, as if trying to escape his grip.
But there was no escape. “It’s okay. Bear down.”
Her heart was thudding, her skin prickling, but she did as he’d asked.
He gained entry. Slowly, so slowly, parting her band of muscle with the tip of his cock.
“Ahh, yeah…” he said. “I’ve never…you…fuck, that’s awesome, baby.”
She was still staring at the TV screen, but not really seeing. Reality was much more interesting.
Lucan pushed in some more, gently easing her hole wide as he penetrated her.
As the rim of his cock stretched her wide, a stitch of discomfort made her jerk, then it went, and only the pleasure of him sinking deep registered in her brain.
It was a smooth, thick ride that filled her absolutely.
She froze, no longer flicking her clit. His balls were resting on her labia.
He was breathing hard.
So was she.
“Are you in?” she asked.
“Fuck yeah, all the way. You’re so soft inside, like cottonwool, yet so tight around the root of my cock.”
“I want to come,” she said. “Like this.”
“Me too.” He released her hip and slipped his hand beneath her. “Allow me.” He nudged her fingers from her clit and rubbed it gently.
“That’s it, just come. I’m not going hell for leather like those porn stars. I just want you to come like this, full of me.”
“Move a bit.”
He hesitated then, “Okay.” He withdrew a fraction, sank back in.
“That’s it.” She groaned, it was deep and guttural. “Oh yes, that’s it.” What the man could do with his fingers when he set his mind to it…
His thrust gently, enough for her to know her ass was being fucked, but not so much that she couldn’t enjoy the climb to release.
The onscreen lovers had reached a crescendo. The cries of orgasm wild and primitive.
Suddenly they went quiet.
She was alone in the room with Lucan. The porn had finished.
“Baby, come,” Lucan said. “Oh God, if you can…”
“Yes, it’s here.” She wanted to cry, laugh, shake all over. She was hostage to sensation. Her husband was giving her an experience she never thought she’d have.
“Baby, I’m coming, oh…” He almost withdrew, then plunged back in, his movements more earnest than before.
She toppled into ecstasy. Her clit swelling and bursting pleasure outwards, his fingers extending the bliss.
Her asshole contracted, pulsing around his cock. Her pussy throbbed and she was sure moisture was leaking from her.
“Ah, yes, yes, yes,” Lucan shouted. His words so loud she imagined them shaking the china in the cabinet. “Jesus Christ, that’s it.” He wailed, a raw cry that drew sharply from his throat.
She was silent, folding in on herself. It was incredible to feel him there, like that. His pleasure so primitive.
They were like the couple on the porn movie. No holds barred. Revelling in their kinky sexuality.
He stilled, pressed hard into her. He was filling her up.
After a long moment he spoke, “Oh my God, baby, did we just…”
“Do that?” she finished for him. “Yeah, we did.”
“We’re so bloody kinky.”
She giggled, then groaned as her body gripped his.
“I’m pulling out.”
He withdrew, his girth thick and long and then creating a small popping sensation as he left her body.
She slumped on the stool. He draped himself over her, holding his weight enough but not entirely.
“Did you ever think that we’d do that?” he whispered.
“No, did you?”
“Not in a million years but I’m glad we have.”
“And we’ll do it again.”
“Yeah, forget flowers on your birthday and anniversary, baby, there’s a new treat in town.”
She giggled again, jiggling against him. The giggle turned into a big belly laugh, then hysterical cackles.
Had she ever felt so wonderfully connected and close to her husband?
Lucan pressed closer, kissed his wife’s sexy, sweat-laced neck, then stood. His brain was buzzing, his body sated but still hyper-sensitive. He could hardly believe what they’d just done. How amazing it had felt and how giving and trusting Polly had been.
“You’ll get cold,” he said, pulling on his boxers.
He chuckled. “Not for long. Here, put on your robe and come and cuddle with me.”
She stood with slow, languid movements and he held her robe out. Slipping her arms in, she smiled at him. “Was it good for you?”
“The best. It was…special.”
“Yes, to share that with you, a new experience.”
“I hope we’ll have more new experiences together.”
“Me too.” He kissed her. “I’ll be back in a minute.”
“Okay.” She sat on the sofa, her eyelids heavy as though she was sleepy.
Lucan left the candlelit living room. As he went into the bathroom he was aware of a rumble of thunder and pellets of rain hitting the window pane. The weather really was giving the house a battering. Not that he cared, they had their own sexy sanctuary, and the worse the weather, the less chance of anyone attempting to disturb them by ringing the doorbell.
He freshened up, then grabbed two glasses of water on his way back to the living room.
Polly was on the sofa, snuggled into the pillow with the blanket pulled over her. She was staring at the blank screen with a dreamy expression.
“You look like you could fall asleep,” Lucan said.
“Mmm, I’m tired.”
He smiled and set the water down. “It’s not even four o’clock.”
“Isn’t that what weekends are for, though? Being lazy.”
“I guess.” He stretched out on the sofa behind her and pulled her close. “Shut your eyes.”
“I might just do that.” She yawned, a contented little sigh hooked onto the end.
Soon he was aware of her body slumping and the soft, slow pattern of her breathing told him she was asleep.
He inhaled the scent of her hair, and wondered why the hell they’d never spent a lazy afternoon in their own living room, just cuddling and sleeping and enjoying being together.
Things really did have to change. He wanted more of this contentment. He wanted to see his wife lazy and dreamy after hot sex much more often.
His attention wandered to the laptop. The screen was still lit and displayed an assortment of porn movies. He could just make out the titles. Daisy Does It Outside, The Loaded Warrior, Cowboys Do It Better, Taboo, Pirated…the list went on.
Lucan’s curiosity was sparked. Not so much by what was on the porn films Polly had chosen, but why she had singled them out. Did she really have a thing for cowboys? Pirates? And was one of her fantasies to do it outside? And what the hell was Taboo all about?
Carefully, he moved away from Polly, being careful not to disturb her. He clicked mute on the TV then hit play on Taboo.
Reaching for the bottle of champagne, he topped up his glass then sipped as the titles whizzed past and the camera panned across the New York skyline. It was night and as yellow cabs moved about the busy street a couple became the focus. They had their arms linked, he wore a long black leather coat that swished as he walked, and the woman had thigh-length black heeled boots and a short, tight dress that hugged her slim frame, then seemed to burst outwards as the material struggled to contain her huge breasts.
Lucan finished his drink then rested back down, resting his hand over Polly’s hip. She was warm in her slumber and her breathing steady.
Over the top of her head he watched as the onscreen couple entered a club with a neon flashing sign that read TABOO over the doorway. They descended into the basement, past candles on the walls and someone wearing a black eye mask.
Standing before a large oak door with wrought-iron hinges, the man removed his coat and hung it on a hook. He wore black trousers and a black shirt. Slowly and deliberately, he rolled up the sleeves with the woman watching on. Something was said but Lucan didn’t know what as the sound was off.
The man withdrew a leather leash from his pocket and hooked it onto what appeared to be a collar around the woman’s neck. He held it as though she were a pet on a lead. She didn’t seem to mind in the least.
He then withdrew a strip of silk, and instructed her to turn by swirling his finger in the air.
She did, and slowly and carefully he placed the silk over her eyes, blindfolding her. He seemed especially keen to ensure she couldn’t see through any gaps in the material.
When satisfied, he took hold of the lead and opened the door.
Lucan was intrigued. What would be in this club called Taboo? What were they going to do?
The lighting was dim as the camera angle swung from left to right. It seemed as though some kind of orgy was going on. Naked people writhed on a large bed, next to them a man was strung to the ceiling by his wrists, two women appeared to be giving him a blow job. Next along, a woman was on a table, strapped down, a cock in her mouth and one in her pussy.
Lucan felt a familiar stirring in his groin. It was clearly a sex club, something he’d never been to or considered visiting. But now… damn it, he felt like he was there, watching it like this.
The male lead in the movie led his woman past numerous couples and threesomes all engaging in sexual acts. Tits were swaying, cocks pushed into mouths, pussies and asses, people had wide eyes, and wide mouths. One woman appeared to have cum dripping from her chin. At the end of the room he stopped before a highly polished piece of wooden furniture. It had holes in it, as though an old-fashioned stock.
Lucan watched intently. His cock was at half-mast now. Hell, he’d come twice already since he’d woken up that morning, and now he was ready for more. His sexual drought had come to an end all right, and now his desire matched the intensity of the storm outside.
The woman was placed in the stock, her head and wrists secured. She made no objection, just tipped over willingly. The camera stayed behind her, giving the viewer her ass to look at. Her dress had ridden up and it was evident she wasn’t wearing knickers.
Lucan shifted a little, his cock pressing up against the material of his boxers. What was going to happen next? Had Polly already seen this movie?
The man stalked around his captive, gestured as though gathering an audience in the club, then folded the woman’s dress up, the way he had his sleeves, exposing the pale orbs of her ass cheeks.
He caressed them, ran his fingers down the cleft, and then delivered a hard slap to each.
The camera panned to the woman’s face. Her teeth were gritted.
Would Polly like that? A swift slap to her buttocks? He’d done that earlier in the hallway. She’d been surprised but then giggled. He’d enjoyed her reaction.
A purple flogger became the main focus of the camera; it was being swished against the man’s leg. The suede tassels looked soft and pliant when handled gently, but Lucan had the feeling that wouldn’t be the case for long.
He carried on watching, his cock hardening and his heart speeding up, as the man drew the flogger down each of the woman’s legs. It was as if he were tickling her, teasing her. Then, after a minute or so, he brought a hard, cracking blow down onto her buttocks.
She jerked forward, bucked back. He struck again.
Lucan couldn’t ever imagine striking Polly like that.
But what if she asked for it?
Could he do it then?
The onscreen action was heating up. The flogger being wielded hard and fast. The pale skin on the woman’s buttocks was quickly turning a pretty pink.
“What are you watching?” Polly asked quietly.
She didn’t answer.
“It’s called Taboo. Have you seen it before?”
“And you liked it?”
Lucan let that settle in his mind. Polly enjoyed watching this, a woman in stocks being struck with a flogger.
“Is that something you want to do?” he asked, stroking her hip over the blanket, hoping that would encourage her to be truthful.
“You’re not allowed to turn the question around on me like that, baby.” He chuckled.
“But Lucan, I need to know your fantasies. You discovered mine, heck, it’s no longer a fantasy. We’ve done it, now it’s your turn.”
“My turn for what?”
“Don’t pretend you don’t know.” She shifted so she could look at him and cupped his jaw.
He stared into her pale blue eyes; he could lose himself in them. He felt so close to her right now. Able to say and do whatever he needed to in order to be true to himself.
“You want to know if this, the porn, has given my fantasies a chance to surface?”
“Yes, exactly. I want to be the one to make them happen for you, Lucan.”
“It could only be you. You’re the star of all my fantasies.”
“Which are…?” She widened her eyes.
“Perhaps, my dear, that’s for me to know and for you to find out.” He paused. “But I do like what I’m seeing on this movie.”
“Ohhh, that’s good to know and very interesting. When will I find out?” She bit on her bottom lip and held back an apparently wide grin.
“Tomorrow, I need props.” He glanced at the screen. The woman was being fucked from behind now. Trapped in the stocks, the man who’d flogged her was ramming into her pussy, his trousers simply undone, not removed.
He turned back to Polly and as he did so he tucked her beneath him.
She spread her legs for him to settle between and curled her hands over his shoulders.
Through the blanket his erection pressed up against her pussy.
“Oh, Mr. Hartgrove, are you ready to go again?” She twitched her eyebrows.
“It seems that way.” He tugged at the material between them, parted her robe so her breasts came into contact with his chest, and kissed her.
It was about time they christened the sofa; they’d had it four years. Why the hell had he never made love to his wife on it before?
* * * *
The next morning Lucan was up and dressed early.
The rain had stopped overnight, the sky now a watery blue. Everything had a just-washed feel to it and Lucan felt that matched his mood. This was an exciting new chapter in his relationship with the woman he’d loved since the moment he’d seen her in the cinema queue at their local Odeon.
He made Polly a pot of tea, on a tray, with a yellow flower from the garden set in a tiny vase.
“You’re spoiling me,” she said, pulling herself up against the pillows as he stepped into the bedroom.
“Stay there,” he said, kissing the top of her head. “I have some errands to run.”
“You do?” She pouted. “I thought we were having an us weekend.”
“We are, that’s what my errands are for.”
“Oh, okay then.” She poured her tea. “I can handle that.”
Lucan opened the curtains so she could see the fields and the clear sky. “I’ll be back in a couple of hours. After that, make sure you have nothing planned for the rest of the day.” He placed his hands on his hips and surveyed her sitting up in the bed. “Because then, when I get back, you’re all mine, baby. To do with as I please.”
Her eyes widened and she held the cup halfway to her mouth.
He smiled. She’d liked what he’d said. He could tell. He’d bet good money that her nipples were tight and her pussy trembling.
“Oh and Polly,” he said, as he strode to the door.
“Shave all your pubic hair off while I’m out. I want you smooth on my tongue.”
He didn’t wait for a reply, just left the room and headed down the stairs. Damn it, his cock was responding to the thought of feasting on her bald pussy. It would be so sexy to lick her when she was hairless, nothing in the way.
He grabbed his car keys and left the house.
Within half an hour he was pulling up in the town. It wasn’t busy and he headed away from the main shopping center to the back streets. He knew there was just the kind of shop he was looking for there. He’d been past it a couple of times. He’d looked curiously at the blacked out windows, read the notice that declared 18+ ONLY. There was a red neon sign above it, ADULT FANTASY.
As he drew closer he hoped to hell the place would be open. Maybe it was just a nighttime thing.
Much to his relief, however, as he approached he saw a man coming out, holding a black carrier bag.
Taking a deep breath, Lucan stepped into the shop.
It was light and airy and not what he’d been expecting. The shelves didn’t appear dusty and the woman behind the counter was smart and greeted him with a smile.
“Good morning, can I help you?”
“Er, yes…I mean, no. I’ll have a look around first.”
“Of course, any questions, just ask.”
He couldn’t imagine asking for what he needed to make his fantasy with Polly come true, but if he had to, then he would.
To his right was a wall full of vibrators in packs. They hung off silver hooks. Lucan was amazed at the variety of colors. Should he buy Polly another one? A black one, glow in the dark, one that was incredibly realistic?
He decided against it. She already had one, and from what he’d witnessed it hit the spot just fine.
He moved along, his attention drawn by one of the things on his mental list. A flogger. Not that he wanted to hit Polly hard with it, he just wanted to sweep it over her skin, watch her squirm, enjoy the contrast of the dark tassels against her pale flesh.
Reaching for a black one with red spun into the handle, a small flutter of excitement quivered in his belly. Was he really going to do this?
“Good choice,” the girl behind the counter said. “Light weight, can be as gentle or cruel as you want it to be, and it’s easy to clean.”
“I’ll take it.”
She smiled. “Anything else I can help you with today?”
“Actually, there is.”
Lucan left ADULT FANTASY with a bag stuffed full and his credit card having taken quite a beating. But he didn’t care. He’d spend more on taking Polly away for the weekend. A nice meal, fine wine, a trip to the theater. This was a much more exciting way to spend his hard earned cash.
When he reached the car, he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket.
After dumping the bag in the boot, he pulled the phone out. It was a message from Polly. A small camera symbol told him an image was attached.
Curious, he hit open.
“Oh my God,” he muttered, then glanced around the deserted car park.
On the screen was a picture of his wife as he’d never seen her before. She was standing naked before the mirror in their bedroom. Her hair hung freshly brushed over her shoulders, her nipples were tight peaks, and her pussy was completely shaved.
Beneath it a message read: Ready and waiting.
He zoomed in on her pussy, his cock twitched. Sure enough, not a pubic hair in sight. Her lips were plump and pretty and her skin looked as soft as silk.
Damn, he wanted her now. He wanted to bury his head between her legs and make her come on his tongue. Taste her, feel her, get lost in her essence.
And he would soon.
He replied quickly.
On my way home, wait in the bedroom for me.
As an after thought he added another message.
I know it’s early but open the other bottle of champagne. You might need it.
He smiled as he hit send, then started the car.
The sooner he was home the better. It might even be worth a speeding ticket.
Lucan stepped into the house. Music was playing from their sound system, mellow jazz, and he approved of Polly’s choice.
He went into the kitchen, busied himself for a few minutes with removing packaging and labels, then quickly drank a glass of water.
With everything except a thin strip of black silk replaced in the bag, he went up the stairs.
“I’m back,” he called. Though he was sure Polly would have heard him arrive home. She’d just been obedient and stayed in the bedroom as he’d told her to.
He stepped in, pleased that the curtains were still open, he didn’t want to miss a moment of this because of shadows.
Polly was sat on the bed, under the covers, but he guessed she was naked as her shoulders were bare. She reminded him of a princess from a fairytale with her blonde curls, long eyelashes and red-glossed lips. The room smelt fruity, as though she’d just used some kind of peachy body lotion.
He smiled and set the bag down.
“What have you got there?” she asked, tipping her head to look around him.
“You ask a lot of questions.”
He chuckled. “You’ll have to be patient.” He held up the silk as he approached her. “Close your eyes.”
“I don’t want you concerned with seeing. I want you to feel what I’m going to do to you.”
She swallowed and blinked rapidly a few times.
“Oh, come on, Polly. You do trust me, don’t you?”
“Of course, with my life.”
“With your pleasure?”
She hesitated. “Yes, and that. Definitely that.”
“So close your eyes.”
She did as he’d asked and he put the silk in position. It had a tiny hidden wire that he pressed against her nose, to make sure the fit was snug. He then fastened it securely behind her head.
“How’s that?” he asked, his lips almost touching hers.
“Good.” He cupped her cheeks and kissed her. A hard, determined kiss that he hoped told her there was lots of fun to come, but she’d have to surrender herself to him if she wanted it.
He pulled back and tugged the duvet. He’d been right, she was naked. Her breasts were beautiful, so tempting. Her nipples a dusky pink and peaked. Drawing the covers lower he admired her bare pussy.
“I’m so pleased you did this,” he said, delicately tracing over her mound. “I’ve wanted to ask you to do it for a while.”
“See, you did have a fantasy.”
“I guess I just didn’t know how to say it.”
“I’m glad you found a way.”
“Me, too.” He slid his hands down her legs, took hold of her ankles and tugged, hard.
“Hey, Lucan.” She gasped as he pulled her down the bed so she was lying flat on her back.
“I need you like this, lying down, legs apart.” As he’d spoken he’d spread her legs wide, enjoying looking at her pussy as he did so. He could look all he wanted, she was blindfold, his gaze was free to roam.
She was breathing fast as he went to his bedside drawer. He took out his Go-Pro, a small camera and video recorder he’d treated himself to last year when it had been raved about on The Gadget Show. He’d barely used it, but that was all about to change.
He just hoped Polly appreciated the gesture.
It only took him a moment to place it on the dresser, the setting flicked to on, and he knew everything they did would be recorded. Their very own porn movie.
Hey what did you do this weekend? His colleagues would ask him on Monday. They wouldn’t be getting the truth. That was for him and Polly to know only.
He went to his ADULT FANTASY bag and withdrew the bed restraint he’d bought from the shop. It had smooth red cuffs for Polly’s ankles and wrists and long leather straps. He could use the weight of the bed to hold her secure in the star shaped position he wanted her in.
His cock stiffened. Her delectable little body would be at his mercy. He’d be able to tease and tickle, penetrate and pleasure, take any hole he wished…
God, had he really just thought that? Yes, he had. Because it was true. He could fuck her mouth, pussy or ass. Whatever took his fancy.
As he walked back to the bed he wondered at how he’d become so perverted so quickly. Not that he was complaining, and neither, it seemed, was Polly. She’d remained where he’d put her, not moved a muscle, and there was a rise of color on her cheeks.
“I’m going to strap you down,” he said. “So that I can make you come over and over.”
“Oh God, Lucan…really.”
“What, you don’t want that?” A pang of disappointment went through him.
“Yes, yes I want it. Just didn’t think I’d ever get it…from you.”
“Well, it’s not going to be from anyone else.” He huffed and captured her right wrist. Set about securing her to the bed. He was a little rough, but only for the drama of the moment and he knew he wasn’t really hurting her.
When she was sprawled out, her limbs star-shaped, he admired his princess. She was beyond beautiful. The most exquisite creature to have ever walked the Earth. And she was all his.
Suddenly he could wait no more. He tugged at his sweater and threw it to the floor, shucked off his jeans but left his boxers on. He then leant over her, starting at her mouth he kissed her, softly, savoring her.
He moved downward, to her breasts, swirling and licking her nipples, enjoying the flavor of her skin.
He went lower still, tracing the way with his fingers. He could hardly wait; his mouth was watering. When he touched her pussy, felt those satiny, plump lips, he went to full hardness.
“Lucan,” she gasped. “That’s so good, please, more.”
He didn’t answer. Instead he crawled between her legs, pressed his palms on her outer thighs and licked from her entrance to her clit.
She jerked, yanking the leather straps. A sharp pant escaped her mouth and her legs trembled.
Why the hell had he left it so long since he’d last done this? It was amazing, she was amazing. She tasted of every erotic dream he’d ever had. The feel of her on his tongue…
He pushed two fingers into her pussy and hooked them forward and was rewarded with her low, guttural groan. He wanted her to come. Quickly. Then she’d come again and again. Many times before he did if he had his way.
He set up a steady pace on her clit, finger fucking her at the same time. She moaned his name. Shifted within her binds. Juice flowed from her. Still he kept on. It wasn’t long before he felt her tensing. Her muscles turning solid as her clit became swollen. She was so hot and wet, he pushed her on and on.
“Lucan! It’s here…I’m…”
She orgasmed on his tongue, he kept up the pace, riding her through it. His hand was soaked, his chin covered in her arousal. Pre-cum leaked from his slit.
“Oh my God, please, it’s too much…” she wailed, thrashing against the straps.
He grinned and sat back on his heels, wiping his face with his forearm. He kept the fingers on his other hand lodged inside her, feeling the spasms that were pulsing through her pussy.
Her breasts were rising and falling rapidly, slightly downward sloped he adored watching them. Her stomach was flat, he could make out her ribs, and her skin had a dewy sheen to it.
He loved her so much.
“That’s just for starters,” he said, massaging her internally. “And you should know that I’ll be spending more time down here in the future.”
He waited a few minutes as she calmed, then stood from the bed. He took off his boxers and curled his hand around her nape, lifted her head. “Open your mouth.”
She did, eagerly, almost searching for him, like a little bird.
He smiled and fisted his cock, swiped the end over her lips.
She stuck out her tongue, licked him.
He glanced at the camera. This was going to make for some seriously hot viewing.
“Open wider,” he said.
She stretched her jaw wide and he sank into the perfect circle of her mouth. Her tongue was hot and wet and hugged his shaft.
He tipped his head back and shut his eyes. Locked his knees and relished every sensation of sliding to her throat.
He didn’t want her to gag, so pulled back when he hit resistance. He then sank in again carefully, enjoying the gentle suction she applied.
Lucan allowed himself several indulgent minutes of owning his wife’s mouth. But when he felt his balls retracting, the need to come taking over his thoughts, he pulled out.
“No, Lucan, please, come in my mouth.”
“That’s not the plan, baby.”
“So what is the plan?”
“You’ll see.” Again he went to his bag. He took out the flogger, and for the sake of the camera gave it a few flicks through the air.
He stepped back up to the bed. Polly looked almost sacrificial lying there. He didn’t want to hit her hard, or even mark her, simply tease her with the strands.
He rested the tips on her breast and stroked it downward.
She sucked in a breath. “What?”
“Shh.” It looked so pretty against her skin. He was also aware of the power he wielded in his hand. What the flogger could do to her delicate flesh if he so wished.
“How does it feel?” he asked.
“It can bite like a shark or be as soft as a kitten.”
“And what mood is it in today?”
“What mood do you want it to be in?”
She hesitated. “Whatever you want?”
“I need a bit more from you than that, Polly.” He swept the flogger over her belly, then down her left leg and up her right. “More specific.”
She was trembling. Her fists were clenched. Her toes curled.
“Do what?” he asked.
“Show me both, the kitten and the shark.”
“This is the kitten.” He draped the flogger over her face then drew it downward, he let the ends tickle her pussy.
She moaned and twisted her head.
“Talk to me, baby.”
“Strike me, but not there. On my ass.”
He looked at her and frowned. He couldn’t get to her ass.
He stooped, undid the strap that held her left leg in place, then folded it over the other. The new position twisted her torso, exposing her left buttock. He really liked the shape it made her. Her back was stretched, as was her shoulder. Her small leg bent at the knee.
He made swift work of reattaching the strap so she couldn’t move from the new position.
“How does that feel?” he asked, picking up the flogger again.
She didn’t reply.
He slapped the flogger against his thigh. The sting was a shock. He’d have to be careful. “Answer me.”
“I…yes, it’s okay like this.” She sounded nervous.
“We’ll just try one, baby, if it’s not working for you, then never again.”
“Relax, just relax.”
He didn’t want to rush, so he spent a couple of minutes sweeping the flogger over her body, toes to head, letting her concentrate on the kitten-soft sensation.
When he was sure she was at ease, her breathing steady, he set his attention on her buttock.
He tried a small thwack.
She barely flinched.
He did it again. A little harder.
Again he hit, more strength behind it.
She sucked in a breath.
“Too much?” he asked.
“No, no, I can handle it.”
“Do you want more?”
“Yes, more.” She nodded feverishly.
He gave it, a row of steady, hard thwacks. Her skin turned pink. She gasped and jerked. He could only imagine what she felt like. Tied up and being thrashed, knowing that she’d be fucked any minute now.
He paused, slid his fingers between her legs. She was still so wet, dripping.
“I’m going to give you ten more strokes,” he said, then you’re going to come again, with my cock deep in your pussy.”
“You like my dirty words?”
“Yes, yes…all of it. I love all of it.”
He smiled and set about his promised ten thrashes. The camera was catching it all, and he knew he’d never tire of seeing the way Polly responded to the erotic pain he was inflicting on her. Okay, they weren’t hardcore, but damn it, for them this was the most exciting sex had ever been…nothing else compared.
The skin on her buttocks was burning red. He tossed the flogger aside and stooped to kiss it, slipping his fingers between her legs to fret her clit as he did so.
She was moaning and groaning, no part of her was still. It was as if she were trying to shake off ants, all her muscles twitching. And she was so hot, so wet, she smelled of sex. So much sex.
Lucan could wait no more. He reached for the buckle holding her leg crossed and quickly released it. In an instant he was between her thighs, his cock nudging her pussy.
“Come,” he said. “Come again with your ass red from my flogger.”
“Yes, yes.” She yanked her arms, tipped her head back, the tendons in her neck straining.
He forged in. Hard and fast, her moisture lubricating the way.
He hadn’t strapped her left leg back down, so he grabbed it, while he was seated at the hilt, and hoisted it over his shoulder.
He gritted his teeth and summoned self-control. In this position he felt like he was penetrating the very core of her. He was nudging her cervix, he could feel it.
He rotated his hips, catching her clitoris. He mimicked the way he stimulated her with his fingers and was within seconds rewarded with her climb to orgasm.
She held her breath, her lips parted.
“Come,” he whispered. “Come again.”
And although he hadn’t planned it, Lucan joined her. His release took him by surprise. Suddenly it was there. And it was so intense, so satisfying. He pumped into her, the bliss circulating his body made his vision blur and his breaths stutter.
He ducked low and claimed her mouth. Thrusting his tongue in time with his hips.
She moaned and groaned. It was as if she’d really given up her body to him. An image of her masturbating, when he’d come home from work on Friday flicked through his mind.
He’d been wild with jealousy that another man might have been seeing his wife so splendid in orgasm, so free with her expression of pleasure.
Thank goodness he’d found her. If she’d gone on for months or years, playing without him…he didn’t like to think what would have happened to their marriage.
He began to slow, his orgasm abating, and set her leg into a more natural position.
She hooked it over his thigh, making the most of the freedom.
“Polly,” he whispered against her lips. “Are you okay?”
“Do you really need to ask?”
“I’ve honestly never been better.” She laughed, a slightly crazed, completely delicious sound.
He laughed, too. A wonderful bubble of contentment and joy that burst from his chest.
“I should untie you,” he said, still catching his breath.
“Yes, that would be good.” She paused. “I want to hold you.”
“You can hold me for the rest of our lives.”
She smiled and he sat back, slipping from her.
“But just so you know,” he said, “this bondage bed set cost a small fortune, so we’ve got to use it more than once.”
He reached up and undid her wrists. Then shuffled lower and released her ankle.
She drew up her knees and hugged them as if stretching out her joints. She still wore the blindfold.
Lucan didn’t offer to remove it. He went to the Go-Pro and flicked it to off. He then scrolled to the start of their X-rated video.
“Polly,” he said, sitting on the bed next to her. “There’s something else.”
“Take that off your eyes.”
She did as instructed, blinking a few times as she folded the soft material.
“There’s this…” He placed the Go-Pro in her hand.
She studied the tiny screen. Her eyes went from narrowed to wide. “What the…”
“I taped it, but we can just hit delete. It doesn’t matter.” Lucan’s heart raced. Had he made the biggest mistake of his life after seemingly hitting the spot so well?
“You taped it?” Polly repeated. “Us, having sex…really fucking kinky sex.”
“Yes, I thought…”
“You thought what?” She shook her head and turned to him.
“Just hit delete, it doesn’t matter.” He went to take the Go-Pro.
“No.” She lifted it out of his reach. “I want to know what you thought.”
He shrugged. His stomach lurched and he stared down at his cock, now semi-hard against his thigh. “I thought you might add it to your collection.”
She cupped his chin, turned him to face her.
A broad smile spread on her face. “You’re a fucking genius.”
“It’s a brilliant idea. The first in what could be quite a personal collection.”
“You’re not mad at me?”
She frowned and tipped her head to the side, her hair cascading over her breast. “It would have been nice to know, I think…no it was best not to know. I wouldn’t have wanted to be thinking of that and not of all the pleasure you were giving me.”
Relief swamped him. “Phew.” He slid his hand down her back, rested it above her left buttock. “It was all pleasure, even the flogging striking you here?”
“Oh yes. It seemed to make all my nerves go on… I don’t know…high alert. It was hot, it was sore, it made me want you to fuck me so bad.”
“Which I did.”
“Yes.” She kissed him. “You did.”
“And the great thing is,” he said, pulling her to him, so her breasts mashed up against his chest. “Is we can watch our very own porn movie whenever we want.”
“But it’s just for me and you, right?”
“Abso-bloody-lutely? I have no desire to let anyone see how splendid you are in action. I’d have every Casanova in London after you.”
She laughed. “You’re silly.”
“And you’re sexy, I feel like a horny teenager again.”
“Well, Mr. Hartgrove, I wonder if you can keep it up all night like a young man can.” She reached down and stroked his cock.
He twitched his eyebrows. “You want more?”
“I might, in a while. We have catching up to do.”
“And I’m more than happy to set upon that task.” He pressed her onto the bed, following her down and settled into the sensation of her massaging his cock back to hardness.
How the hell had he gotten so damn lucky to marry a woman who had taken ownership of her sexuality and made him step up to the mark, too, however X-rated that might be?
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