Slippery When Wet: A Novel (Zane Presents) (9 page)

Yes, I have the best of both worlds. And I have no intentions of
ever
leaving my husband for another man
or
a woman. He completes me—well, ninety-five percent of me. I know he should be all I need. And he is…for the most part. Still, Aaron would never understand that, although he is all I will ever need in a man, there’s that five percent of who I am that craves the touch of another woman. Telling him, or him finding out is not an option. I am not willing to risk losing him, or my lifestyle. Aaron is the only man for me. And he’s the only man I will spend the rest of my life with.

So I keep my guilty pleasure secret. Keep both worlds separate.

And this month’s desire is Celeste—a five-foot-seven, half-Dominican and half-black bombshell beauty with round, brown doe-shaped eyes wrapped around long, lush lashes. I am only attracted to beautiful, feminine, well-kept women, like myself. My last lover was the spitting image of Halle Berry. The one before her was a Stacy Dash look-alike. And the one before her bore a remarkable resemblance to Sade. God, she had some good pussy.

Over the years, my bed has been filled with an assortment of gorgeous women, with insatiable sexual appetites, who fuck the shit out of their husbands, spend their money, and secretly crave the comforts of being with other women. Women who love pussy as much as I do, but have no intentions of ever leaving their husbands.

We have our own little secret society of wet, horny pussies, eager to please and be pleased by each other. “Oooh, yessss, Miasha,” Celeste moans, bringing me out of my reverie. “Fuck my pussy, my love. Fuck me good…”

Her pussy moves against my hand, swallowing my fingers. Her breath catches. She is on the verge of coming, again. Her body shakes. I remove my fingers from her slippery hole, licking my fingers clean, then slipping my tongue into her mouth. We kiss, long and hard. I reach for her breasts and pinch her nipples, then roll them between my fingers. She moans. I moan as her fingers explore my own breasts. She tongues my nipple while cupping my pussy.

I am on fire.

She climbs on top of me and we grind our pussies together, moaning and bucking and fucking and screaming out our passions at the top of our lungs. We are lost in the cacophony of sounds. The muffled squeak of mattress springs, the slap-slap of sweaty skin, the swish-swish of juices, the grunts and growls; all parts of the chorus to our lust-filled song.

I am coming.

She is coming.

Our bodies shuddering as ripples of pleasure become waves of abandon, crashing against the lining of our walls, forcing their way out into rushed squirts.

“Eat my pussy,” I demand in a raspy whisper as she slowly lifts
off me. I remain on my back, lift my legs and spread them into a V-shape. Celeste’s lips curl in a half smile.

“You must have read my mind.”

“Yes. I know how you love this pussy, cum-filled and sticky.”

She lowers her body down between my legs, her breasts lightly brushing against my skin. Her tongue circles my clit as her fingers find their way inside me. I surrender to the wave of sensation, coming against her hungry mouth. I pull her up toward me and lick my juices from her lips while allowing my hand to slip between her thighs. Her wetness pours down over my fingers like warm rain.

“Mmmm…oooooh…Ohhhhhh, Miasha…”

Our lips meet, tongues swirl around the others. Slowly, I pull away. Tell Celeste to get on her knees. She smiles. Turns over, then inches down toward the foot of the bed, getting on all fours. She has a firm and round ass that tapers down to beautifully toned thighs. She arches her back. Presses her head into the luxurious 1800-thread-count sheets that smell of mint and jasmine.

I slap her plump ass cheeks, then part them. Her fat pussy lips shimmer in wetness. Celeste gasps as I slide two fingers, then three, into her cunt. Her legs widen. Her hips buck back against my hand, her pussy hungrily opening—taking it all, demanding more, staying in sync to the swift movements of my hand. She grinds and winds. She hisses and moans. Soon she is coming. And I am slurping at her pussy. Gulping down her warm cream.

“Oooh, yessss…get it-get it…mmmmm…Oh, God!” Her body shudders, then jerks as I latch on to her clit, still pumping my fingers into her pulsing slit. The mouth of her pussy clenches my fingers, pleading for more. I slip in a fourth finger, sliding my hand in and out of her in a sawing motion. “Oooh, ooooh…uhhh…mmmm…”

“Give me that wet pussy,” I whisper. “Cum on my fingers…that’s it, that’s it…give it to me…”

Licking and sucking her, the scent of our horny cunts float around us. I devour her. Then change position. She is now on her back. Her thighs spread, knees bend, as I clamber on top of her and straddle her face. Her long, curled tongue stabs into the center of my hole, darting in and out as my fingers splay open her lips and suck her clit. I ride her face, her mouth, her tongue. Her legs clamp up around my back. She bucks her hips upward, offering me her pussy—all of it. And in one greedy swallow, I take her pussy into my mouth. Gobble her up. Our moans and gasps fill the room.

We are both up to our eyeballs with unadulterated pleasure. My hips jerk against Celeste’s face. Her hips buck against mine. She brushes my pussy with long fingers, stroking my thick wet lips, then massaging my slick clit. There’s a deep throb in my pussy. I am on the verge of exploding. My stomach tightens. My grunts and groans signal to my lover my satisfaction. I feverishly suck her clit, fingering her pussy. Celeste cries out under me, latching her mouth over the roof of my cunt until it spurts out a sweet, sticky cream.

“Oh, God, Oh, God…” Her body thrashes about. She is filling my mouth with her cum, slick and plentiful. I continue sucking her until she has emptied her pussy. I swallow her warm, wet stickiness, then roll over onto my side, spent.

“That was heaven,” Celeste purrs, sitting up and licking my cunt juice from her fingers, then her lips. “You sure have some sweet, sticky pussy.”

I smile, grasping her face in my hands. I kiss her lightly on the mouth. “So do you.” My hand finds its way between her thighs, tracing a finger over the swell of her lips. She’s so slick and warm
that I am tempted to drop to my knees and serve her a tongue-fuck, but I resist the urge. Instead, I caress her lips. Tickle and tease them. Her hips gyrate. I continue my finger play until her ass churns and her pussy juice flows. She is so wet with want, and desire. She’s greedy, as I am.

“Finger me,” she whispers. Her cunt greets my fingers warmly and wetly as I sink two in. “Ohhh, yes…”

With my free hand I massage her breasts, my mouth alternating from one thick, dark nipple to the other as I finger her pussy. She moans, her hand now reaching between my thighs. She has found my own wetness and allows her probing fingers to be drenched in my juices, my cunt sucking her in knuckles deep.

And for the rest of the morning we make sweet, passionate love until we are both speechless, and paralyzed, and blinded by heat from the intense pleasure of multiple orgasms.

Five hours later, I’m sprawled out across my king-size bed naked, basking in the afterglow of my romp in the sheets earlier. I’m satiated and filled with bliss. I lick my fingers and touch my clit in afterthought, grinding my hips into my hand. Ten minutes into my foreplay, the phone rings as I am about to cum. I gasp, reaching over to grab the cordless on the nightstand.

“Hey, beautiful.”

I smile. “Hey, sexy man. I take it you’ve landed safely.”

“Yeah. I’m headed to the Biltmore now. How was your morning?”

I glance over at the French-cut panties tossed up on the nightstand, a sweet reminder of this morning’s tryst. A smile forms on my lips as I reach over and bring the white lacy cloth up to my nose. I inhale deeply. The musty smell of Celeste’s cunt still lingers in the crotch of her panties. As I toy with the silky material, I push two fingers into my wet slit, remembering the way the garment stretched over her ass, hugged her hips, and captured her cunt. Its bold imprint stained by seeping juices and the wetness of my mouth as I tongued her slit through the fabric. A moan slips out from the back of my throat, reveling in the way she tasted.

“It was deeee…mmm…lightful…”

He chuckles. “Oh yeah? Is that right. And what made it so delightful, baby?”

“Mmmm…playing in my pussy.”

“Mmm, nice. I like that.” His voice dips dangerously low and deep. “Is that what you’re doing now?”

Aaron loves it when I masturbate. He loves hearing me moan. He loves the smell and sound of my wet pussy. And he loves watching me more. “Yessss.”

“Damn, I wish I could see you finger-fucking that pretty pussy. You fucking that pussy for Daddy, huh, baby?”

I grunt, slowly moving my fingers in and out of me.

He lowers his voice to almost a whisper. “Yeah, baby. Give Daddy that pussy. I wish I were in back of you right now, fucking your brains out, slamming you deep with all this hard dick.”

“Oooh, yessss…fuck me with that big, black dick. Give it to me, baby…ooooh…”

“Damn, baby, you got my dick hard as hell.”

“Mmmmm. I love your big, hard dick. You wanna slam it all in my tight cunt? Make me squirm and squeal from being fucked fast and hard by you.” My fingers go knuckles deep inside my slit, rapidly stroking my spot. “Oooh, I want you to fill my cunt with your thick cum, baby…”

“Open them pretty legs, baby. Let me see that wet pussy…”

I imagine Aaron’s driver eyeing him in his rearview mirror as he strains to keep his throbbing cock trapped between his boxers and his designer dress pants.

I reach for my cell, spread my legs wide for him and snap a picture of my wet pussy, open and ready. I click
SEND
. I imagine Aaron in the backseat of the Town Car that has picked him up from the airport, now transporting him to his hotel, with his large hand pressed into his crotch. His dick thickening at the thought of my pussy splayed open by wet fingers.

Aaron knows I’m his freak. But he also thinks I am his perfect,
little trophy wife. If only he knew how naughty I am when he’s gone. If only he knew how many pussies and tits and assholes my tongue has caressed. If only he knew how many warm, wet mouths have caressed mine. How many tongues have lapped at my clit and swirled in and out of my holes. The mere thought of him finding out frightens and excites me.

“I sent you something.”

“Good,” he says. “I’d love the real thing.”

“Me too.”

“You drive me crazy, woman.”

“I know I do.”

“Look. We’re pulling up into the hotel now. I’ll call you after I get checked in. I love you.”

“I love you, too,” I say softly.

“Keep that pussy wet for me.”

“I always do.”

•  •  •

Ten
A.M
. the following morning, I am walking into one of the most lavish day spas in the tri-state area—The Pink Kitty, an exclusive “for wealthy women only” spa—for my monthly spa treatment. From their five-thousand-dollar Evian baths to their exclusive Bee Venom and Umo 24-carat gold facials to their diamond and ruby manicures and two-thousand-dollar-an-hour Pink massage—The Pink Kitty not only caters to the pampering needs of its wealthy clientele, but provides other deliciously decadent services that feed the libido and quenches one’s thirst for secret lesbian trysts.

Every woman who walks through their doors walks out refreshed, relaxed, and glowing from erotic release. With its soothing music, soft pink lighting, pink walls, plush pink carpet, pink floral arrangements
and white Italian leather sofas and pink leather cubes for seating, The Pink Kitty surrounds its clients with femininity as scantily-clad female hosts, or servers, mill about ensuring each card-carrying member is being handled with the utmost care as they sip on the finest champagnes and herbal teas while nibbling on imported caviar or strawberries coated in the richest, sweetest, darkest chocolate in the world while they mull over an extensive list of spa services.

Today, I am foregoing the traditional spa treatments and finger-and-toe-sucking manicures and pedicures offered for something a lot more sexually gratifying. Their signature Pink-Six is what I have come for, and will be
coming
from. Three women, three sets of hands massaging and kneading and caressing every inch of my body with special attention being focused on stimulating my clit & G-spot, and flooding my pussy with pleasure. For eighteen hundred dollars, I will be given an hour-and-a-half worth of titillating, toe-curling orgasms.

Ooh, there’s nothing like a day at The Pink Kitty.

“Miasha, darrrrling,” the mocha-colored, latex-clad salon manager—a very sexy Korean and black woman with perky breasts and a well-toned body, purrs as she greets me with cheek-to-cheek air-kisses. “You look fabulous as always, darrrling.”

I smile, stepping back to take her in. “Ooh, and so do you, Lakita.” I eye her from head-to-toe. Lakita Lee is drop-dead gorgeous. At fifty, she doesn’t look a day over thirty, thanks to an array of aestheticians and plastic surgeons she keeps on speed dial. I smile, taking in her attire. She’s wearing a short, pink latex dress with a pair of thigh-high latex boots. My gaze locks onto her plunging neckline, showcasing her double Ds, then eases down to her pierced navel. The diamond necklace around her neck sparkles brilliantly underneath the glow of the lights. She
slowly turns. The back of her skintight dress has two cutout holes, giving me full of view of her plump ass. She has a curled pink tongue with a cherry on its tip tattooed on her left cheek. “Oh, my. You look good enough to eat.”

I reach for my second flute of champagne as she turns back to me, tossing her glossy black hair over her shoulder with the flick of her head. A sly grin curves her pink-painted lips as she slinks a hand up her dress. “Oh, I am, darrrling.” She brazenly dips a slender, manicured finger into her honey-pot. My mouth and pussy start to water as I shamelessly watch as she stirs her juices. A slight moan escapes her mouth as she eases her finger out of her slit, then places it up to her lips. “Mmmm, yummy. Perhaps I’ll give you a sample a little later.”