Slippery When Wet: A Novel (Zane Presents) (12 page)

“Miss me, baby?” His voice is like hot chocolate, smooth and delicious. My body tingles. He is the only man who can turn me on by the mere sound of his voice.

“You know I do.”

“Where are you?”

I bring my fingers, the ones buried deep inside of me moments ago, to my lips.

“In the Jacuzzi.”

“Oh, I called the house line, but you didn’t pick up.” I tell him I didn’t hear it. That I have the stereo playing. “Damn. Wish I were there with you. I want some pussy.”

“Me too.”

Ooops.

“I wish you were here, too,” I quickly say. “My pussy misses you.”

“Is that so?” In my mind’s eye, I see my husband’s handsome face, grinning. He loves this pussy. He loves the way I use it to fuck his dick.

“How was your day? Do anything exciting?”

“No, nothing more than my usual pampering when you’re not here.”

He laughs. “How much is this costing me this time?”

“It’s on the house, baby.”

“Sounds nice. You keeping that pussy wet for me?”

“Yes.”

“Good. I’ll be home tomorrow night, ready to fuck.”

I smile. “I can’t wait. I’ll be waiting. Wet and ready.”

“Just how I like it.”

The call ends. I set my cell down on the ledge and reach for my drink, taking a slow, deliberate sip before closing my eyes and imagining Aaron watching me fucking another woman. Pressing my eyes shut tighter, I inch my hand back between my thighs,
eager to pick up where I left off. I imagine him standing in front of me, shaking and stroking his hard dick backward and forward in deep slow movements as Celeste and I spread open our legs. Her right leg thrown over my left leg as I lean in and slip my hand between her thighs and begin massaging her pussy. Celeste does the same. Her fingers pressed against my clit. We both moan, trying to make the other climax as Aaron strokes his dick deeper, harder and faster.

He tells us to kiss. And we do as we cream on each other’s fingers. Aaron watches us feed on each other’s cum. Then tells us to get on all fours. He takes turns smacking our asses, eating our pussies from the back, then fucking us both doggie-style, his dick stretching the folds of our cunts.

“Oooooh, yesssss…fuck her pussy, baby…mmmm…let me suck her cream off your dick, baby…”
I can hear the swishing of her juices as Aaron’s dick slides in and out of her. “Oooh, yes…fuck her…” I reach over and stroke Celeste’s clit as I stroke my own. Her pussy is deep and wide, and pulls Aaron’s thickness into her with ease.

Celeste moans.

I moan.

Aaron grunts and groans, his dick slamming into Celeste. All three of us start moaning and groaning and panting. “Oh, God, yes!” I scream out as my orgasm peaks. “Yes, yes, yesssss!”

I come. Surprised at myself for fantasizing about Aaron fucking another woman, my secret lover. Something I’ve never done before. There’s no way in hell I’d ever share his dick with another woman. Still, the fantasy of it all entices me. I reach for my glass, swallowing down my lascivious thoughts. Three martinis and two orgasms later, I climb out of the water, wrinkled and spent.

I awaken to a ringing cell with my cunt moist and one thing on my mind: To satisfy my lesbian desires before my darling husband, Aaron, returns home this evening. I glance over at the crystal clock on the nightstand. 9:30
A.M
. I reach for my cell, glancing at the caller ID. It’s Celeste.
She either smells my lust way across town, or she’s telepathic
. “Hey.”

“I’m horny,” she says in almost a husky whisper. “Can I come over?”

I sit up in bed, rubbing my eyes. “Sure. What time should I expect you?”

“I’m on my way.”

A smile stretches across my face. Celeste’s sexual appetite is as insatiable as my own, which is one of the reasons why we get along so well. Aside from being beautiful, she knows what she wants and needs, and isn’t afraid to go after it. And, most importantly, she understands the rules. And she plays by them. She and I will satisfy our yearnings, feast on our desires, while continuing to love our husbands, unconditionally. Should that ever change on her part, she’ll be replaced.

I call Aaron’s cell in hopes of hearing his voice. I am surprised when my call goes directly to his voicemail. I call again, this time leaving him a message. “Hi, honey. It’s about six-forty in the morning there. Was hoping to hear your voice. Give me a call when
you can. Love you.” I end the call, climbing out of bed. I slip out of my negligee, then head for the bathroom. In less than thirty minutes, I am showered, refreshed, and standing at the front door in a red silk robe when the doorbell rings.

“Good morning, beautiful,” Celeste says, walking in. Her eyes wander over my body, approvingly. Her gaze sweeps across my plunging cleavage, then onto my hardened nipples. She licks her lips. “You look delish.”

I shut the door behind her. “And I taste even better.”

“Mmmm. I’ll be the judge of that.” She pulls me into her by the neck and kisses me briefly. She tastes like cherry lip gloss.

“I’m surprised to see you so early,” I say coyly.

“I woke up thinking about you.” Her eyes twinkle as she opens her trench and allows it to drop to the floor. She’s standing naked, save a pair of red panties trimmed in lace, and a pair of red Christian Louboutins on her feet. She lightly touches herself with her long fingers over her panties, then slip them inside of her. Her golden skin shimmers from body glitter. “I hope you don’t mind.”

I lick my lips. My skin tingles, begging to be caressed. My eyes flicker to where her fingers play. “No, not at all.”

“What time is Aaron expected in?”

I watch her body shiver as I stalk over to her. “Not until this evening.” My fingers brush the lace edges of her panties. “We have the whole day to romp in the sheets.”

“Perfect. I can’t get enough of you.”

An impish smile eases over my lips. “I smell your cunt.”

“It’s wet for you.”

I pull her hand from between her legs, then suck on her fingers. “Mmmmm.” When I am done savoring her pungent juices, I take her by the hand. “Come. Let’s play.” She follows me through the
living room, then up the winding staircase to the master suite. I can feel her eyes on the sway of my hips. She’s peeking under the hem of my robe, taking in my bare ass cheeks, as we climb the stairs. “I have a surprise for you,” I say the minute we walk into the bedroom.

“Ooh, I love surprises.”

“Then you’re going to love this.” My slick mouth moves over hers, my tongue slipping through her parted lips as my hands roam over her nakedness. I pull her into me, grinding my own wet pussy into hers. “This’ll be our last day together, like this, until Aaron’s next business trip. And there’s no telling when that’ll be.”

She sighs. “I know. So let’s not waste a moment of it dilly-dallying.” Her gaze lingers on my face as she snakes her hand beneath my robe, probing fingers rubbing through slick lips. They find their way inside of me. My pussy’s been simmering in its juices since early this morning. Now it’s ripe and ready. I love the feeling of fingers stretching my pussy. Love the sound of my wet cunt being fucked by fingers. My eyes flutter. I can already feel an orgasm swelling up inside of me as she works her fingers in and out of me. “Come for me,” Celeste says, her voice wet with lust. “Come all over my fingers.”

I moan low, my pussy contracting around her searching fingers. I flush hot. Eager to feel, to taste, to drink in, Celeste’s own wetness. As torturous as it is, I deny myself an orgasm—for now, stepping out of her grasp.

“You sneaky little tease,” she says, feigning insult. “You deny me your cream. You know I’m hungry for it.” She runs her tongue over burgundy-painted lips, then licks her fingers.

“As I am for yours,” I assure her, walking into my closet.

“Then don’t keep me waiting.”

“I promise not to.” I disappear into the closet. A few minutes
later, I step back out into the room to find Celeste already sprawled out in the middle of the bed. Her legs spread, knees bent. One hand fondles her breasts, the other diddles her clit.

She eyes the items in my hand, then drops her gaze to the dildo jutting out from its harness, smiling. “Ooh, you have treats for me. And a nice big dick.”

“Come to the edge of the bed and bend over.” She sits up and scoots down, then gets on her hands and knees—ass up, facedown. “Your bare pussy is so sexy,” I tell her, stroking her hips and ass. I dip two fingers into her cunt. Then thrust inside of her until her orgasm crashes over her, snatching her breath away.

She winds her hips. “Fuck me.”

“Not yet. I need to fill your ass, first.” I squirt a glob of lube onto her asshole, sliding a finger over her puckering ass lips. She arches her back and gasps. “You ready?”

“Yes.”

I reach for the strand of purple beads. She watches over her shoulder as I press the first bead in, then the second and the third. Her asshole glistens as it sucks them in.

“You like how that feels?”

“Mmmm…yes…it feels sooo good going in my ass…” I push the fourth bead in. “Uhhh…ooooh…”

Her eyes glaze as I push the fifth bead in, stretching her hole. I tell her to breathe through her nose. Encourage her to relax, reaching beneath her and seeking out her clit, rubbing it with two fingertips.

She moans.

I work another bead in. “I’m going to stuff your ass, then stuff your pussy with a dildo. You want your pussy fucked?”

“Yesssss…” She pumps her hips. “Ooooh, yes!”

She gasps as the seventh bead slips in.

“One more bead.” I slide a finger into her gushy cunt.

“Mmmm…”

The last bead is the largest. It’s almost the size of a golf ball and takes a bit more coaxing and prodding before it pops in. She groans. I lick and massage her puffy asshole. It is stretched tight. I press her ass cheeks together and jiggle them.

She moans. “Oooh, I feel the beads moving around inside of me.”

I grin, slapping her ass. “Now it’s time to stuff your wet cunt.”

She whimpers in response.

The base and the vibrator are centered right over my clit. I flick on the vibrator, then place the tip of the dark-chocolate cock at her opening and slowly slide in, inch by inch. I slide into her slow. Teasing her walls, tip to base. “Is this what you want?”

“Oh, yes…give me more…”

Celeste wants it fast and hard, but I purposefully take my time, wanting to slice into her cunt, making her beg for every delicious inch. She breathes in when we are finally skin-to-skin—my hips pressed up against her plump ass, the base of my cock pressing up against her wet opening.

“Ohhhhh shiiiit…mmmm…”

I pull almost all the way out, then plunge back in. She gasps. I repeat it, then pull out completely, replacing the cock with two fingers. “Oh, noooo…don’t tease me…fuck my pussy, please…” She looks at me, her eyes covered in desperation, in longing, in aching desire.

I give in, mounting her from behind, driving the silicone cock deep into the slushy hole she has wet and waiting for me. She thrusts a hand between her legs and grabs onto her clit. I hear myself moaning as I ride her pussy. My own pussy tingly and excited, my hips surge forward, and I lose every inch of myself,
my dildo, in her, fucking her, slowly then faster, and faster, and deeper until her pussy is around the base of the strap-on, then pulling out until I am almost slipping out. I repeat. In deep, out to the tip, then back in.

In deep, out to the tip, then back in, again.

I fuck her the way she would want her husband Daniel to fuck her. Fuck her the way Aaron fucks me. Filled with passion and intent. Celeste cries out, opening her body to me as I thrust into her, deep and domineering. She throws her head back.

With each stroke, I am owning her cunt, owning her orgasms. I block out her cries of passion and focus on the sweet throb building in my pussy.

I know I am hitting up into her cervix. Know I am rapidly stroking her spot. She is writhing, bucking, trying to ride the cock faster, harder. She starts moaning and gasping and shivering.

“Oh, god, yes, yes, yes…mmmm…yessssss!”

I can feel her cunt gripping the length of the silicone as her orgasm builds. She grunts. I reach for the ring hanging out of her asshole and quickly yank it, pulling out the string of beads. She moves on the cock. The sound of wet pussy swallowing dick followed by more grunts and growls intensify my desires to please Celeste, to bring her to orgasm over and over. I grip her hips and pull her firmly back onto the dildo. Her sweat-slick hips slide under my hands. But I manage to hold on.

“Uhhh…mmmm…ooooooh…” My eyes shut tight as our groans bounce off the walls.

“Is this how your husband fucks you?”

“Yesssss! Harder!”

Squishy, slippery noises sputter throughout the room as I continue pounding into Celeste, my melon-sized breasts swinging against her sweaty back.

I am slamming into her hips, pushing and stretching and sawing into her. I fuck her, feed her starving pussy, as if this is the last time we’ll fuck.

Moaning, drawing in great gasps of air, she clutches the sheets.

“Uhhh…mmmmm…uh, uh, uh…fuck me…mmmmm…give me more…deeper…oooooh…”

Her engorged pussy flows like warm honey. Wet and sticky. We’re climaxing together. We are both drowning in a sea of our own juices. My heart pounds, my breath comes short. My eyes flutter open. And then…my mouth drops open.

Standing in the doorway is Aaron. His designer trousers unzipped. All eight inches of his manhood protruding out of the slit of his boxers, his fist sliding languorously over the slippery mushroom-sized head of his cock.
Ohmygod!
He is here! He’s taken an earlier flight. Or maybe he never really left. I wonder how long he’s been standing there, watching me, us—hot and sweaty, in the throes of passion.

A sly grin spreads over his lips.

And, in that moment, I know. This act of catching me in our bed fucking another woman is of no surprise to him. The glint in his eyes says it all. He’s known.

I pull out of Celeste, leaving her pussy empty and throbbing. Cum-coated silicone stretched out in front of me, breasts swaying, the scent of my own wetness wafting from the base of the harness, I walk over to my husband as Celeste scrambles to cover her nakedness. I pull Aaron into me, slip my tongue into his mouth, then drop down to my knees and welcome him home.