Her:
Hmmmmmmmm
He asks me if I would consider it
Well, because he is my man
And pleasing him pleases me
I say yes.
Under one condition -
I choose the woman.
Him:
He wouldn't have it any other way
He knows that, while she thinks this is about his desires,
it's really about her
Her desire she won't even admit to herself:
To be unleashed
and worshiped.
Her:
I hate the taste of a woman.
He believes this is the first time I have tried it.
NOT!
The experience was a horror for me;
again, I only did it because my lover at the time wanted it.
And to please him was important.
He must never go hungry.
These men and their damn insatiable appetites.
Him:
To have two tongues in her all at once - he's almost certain she's never had that.
Never Been Kissed.
The way a woman kisses;
easy, not overpowering,
coaxing rather than compelling.
He'll have to position himself just right to see her expression when they first kiss
while he tastes her other lips in his own way
Her:
Two straight rums should be enough to get me through.
Note to self - do NOT get a lesbian!
That was the issue the last time.
Chick focused more on me than on him.
Him:
It'll be interesting to see who she picks; might tell him a lot about her.
The side she keeps locked away in ropes of freshly laundered sheets and chains of errands.
What will she do when, for once, she can't slip away into her usual supporting role;
when she's the centre of attraction.
What wildness may leak out?
Her:
Sigh
What will be the criteria?
She must be sexy as fuck for sure, pretty, light skin, tattoos,
educated, a professional, sophisticated, well read, perm, a porn lover,
he must be the subject matter -
all eyes on the shaft!
I can't help but chuckle.
Him:
Maybe she’ll pick a short, molasses-dark artsy thick girl,
all curves and softness.
Musical;
one that hums when she's going down on her.
He has to remember that he has to get her all into it,
which means not having her worry about if he's comparing the two of them –
or if he lusts the other woman better.
He does hope she picks someone who can follow his cue;
a proper tag team partner.
He won't even let the other woman touch him, though she’ll beg to.
He smiles.
His woman will have that privilege alone;
she'll get to act out two lusts, not just her own.
To know he is forbidden and all for her,
yet she can command the Other to satisfy herself on her Lady alone.
Christian Grey got it right.
Her:
Sigh.
I really don't want to do this.
But I can't turn back now.
I insist we meet at the suite at the Kemberly Hotel.
I want to "interview" her first.
The butler lets her in.
6 inch heels, taut body
Damn, does she live in the gym?!
Business suit, short cropped hair, pierced nose,
caught a glimpse of a sleeve tattoo,
well manicured nails,
Essie nail polish ... 10 points there.
Shook hands small talk over glasses of Merlot.
Then I ask,
“Why are you here?”
She looks at me without a flinch and replies,
“I want to fuck your husband.”
Rather direct are we.
“And how will you do that” I ask.
“However YOU want me to.”
Damn, this chick is on to me.
“You know the game well; you have the "right" answers.”
She takes a sip of wine, and quips,
"I know your type. You’re all about pleasing your man but want to make sure that it is not to the point where he is more satisfied by the other woman than you."
Damn straight.
That cleared the air a lot.
We continue to talk-
Politics, fashion, makeup,
She tells me about her background, career, education, family
We drink two bottles empty and laugh hard.
She is funny as hell, great personality, very feminine.
Then she asks if she makes the grade.
I'd rather that my husband's potential lover be my friend, to be honest.
I finally answer,
“Honestly, I don't know.”
With that, my husband's potential lover leans over and gently kisses me on the lips...
I'm startled
not so much by what she did
but by how it felt.
Him:
While she's out he goes into the bedroom, to that box at the top of the closet,
far to the back, where her old notebooks are.
He'd come across them a little while ago in the course of tracking a leak along the ceiling.
At first he couldn't believe they were hers:
his always-put-together, perfectly normal wife,
always looking out for others and making sure they were happy.
But there, written in her undeniable hand, were torrid stories of passion, liberation and daring.
Even some sensual bondage and wax play.
He hadn't thought she'd ever even had a bikini wax.
Since then he'd go back and read a bit more, a plan forming in his mind.
All these years they'd had a good love life,
but these scenarios, though obviously written long ago,
showed a woman inside his wife that he hadn't yet met.
And he is dying for an introduction.
The ménage has a particular pull to it.
No way in hell he'll have another man in his bed, even - especially - with him there.
But another woman...now that held possibilities.
What would another type of touch, of kiss,
of caress bring out in his wife.
Will she be willing to take a more active role with a woman?
She's always been more comfortable with him taking the lead, which was usually alright.
But he did wonder sometimes what it would be like
to be awakened by her mouth hot and urgent around him,
to get a message saying to come home NOW and take her from behind with most of their clothes still on.
Maybe she’ll only take control from the director's chair,
like a writer with her characters.
So perhaps what they need
is another heroine in their story.
Her:
I inhale.
The stillness in the room is deafening.
My husband's potential lover touches my lips again,
this time with tongue.
The kiss is
intense, familiar, soft like a
a ballet: tongues dancing to a symphony, intertwined, delicate, tips of the tongue - tips of the toes
I pull back.
Look at my husband’s potential lover.
Shocked at the wetness between my legs.
WTF!
Sensing that I may end the journey,
she starts to caress my breasts.
Plucks my erect nipples through the silk blouse.
Palm rolls them simultaneously.
She slowly opens my shirt, button by button
unhooks the bra; my breasts are exposed and vulnerable.
Without hesitation she cups my breasts together and suckles on my nipples.
Licking and flicking, sucking and pulling.
I can't move.
I can barely think.
She pulls me up from the chair and undresses me.
With the removal of each piece of clothing she folds them neatly and places them on the chair behind her.
She walks me to the bedroom and gently motions to me to lie on the bed.
I lie on my back
She spreads my legs
Undresses and starts the foreplay from my forehead
Kissing and nibbling and pulling and licking and suckling
Deep throat kiss, rough and aggressive
Back at my breasts, little bites, enough pressure to leave marks - miniature hickeys
Sticks her tongue in my navel
She does this fucking flicking with her tongue that causes me to flex my torso
I find myself waiting,
wet, and anxious
She nibbles my inner thigh
Plants gentle kisses on the outside of my pussy lips
I grab her head and violently bury her face in my yearning pussy.
I buck my torso to her waiting tongue
I have never ever, ever
had my pussy eaten like that
My clit suckled almost to the point...
But I'm not ready yet
The tension was intense and sweet
I don't want it to end
I stretch my legs up
And squeeze my cunt, trying to hold it in
She licks and suckles on my pointed, hard pink and solid clit
The sensation comes out of nowhere and travels throughout my body
I buck and scream and curse and squirm and, and
I come
Hard.
A woman made me come
A woman made me come
with just the flick of a tongue
and I am satisfied.
I am undone.
Him:
His cell purrs.
His wife, but she sounds...different somehow.
Telling him to come over to the Kemberly Hotel;
she has something to run by him.
A mind tells him to grab a quick shower, change then go over.
He finds himself humming as he grabs his keys.
On the road his mind wanders.
He imagines watching her as the other Lover explores her body with her mouth.
Hearing her pant as the Lover bites her nipples,
Jutting up like diamond nubs enough to cut glass.
Her wordless sighs as painted lips suck up along her inner thigh,
mini-hickeys leaving a trail to high heaven.
He pictures himself standing above her, bobbing in the air
as the Lover uses the tip of her tongue to flit up, down and along her dark pink inner walls,
making Moaning Lisa smile.
Circling ever closer to the only part of her that's so perfectly a reflection of him,
Hard, proud, demanding succour.
Watching her thrashing her head from side to side
begging him to slide deep into her throat.
No
Not yet.
Not yet.
This is for her.
All for her.
He guides her hands to grip the Lover's hair while he mirrors the lower motion on her left nipple,
simultaneously pinching her right sharply.
Arching himself over her soaked, splayed body
he grips her legs and pulls them up, spreading her wider.
By now the Lover will have shot her whole tongue up his love,
stiffened and searching for every sweet spot and cranny in her nooksie.
As the Lover comes up for air they lock eyes and,
in unspoken agreement,
position themselves to take her right over the edge.
The Lover steps into a strap-on as he binds his wife's legs to the posts at the foot of the bed. Grabbing some ice cubes from the bucket he circles her large deep brown areolas with cold drops, watching as her nipples pebble up and she squirms.
He leans over to....
Ding.
The elevator opens on the 14th floor; the suite.
He knocks.
His wife opens.
Over her shoulder he sees another woman in the room, sitting on the bed.
Both women have a peculiar smile on their faces
His wife slips his coat off and presses herself against him.
"You smell good"
"I want you to meet someone"
Leading him over to the bed, she whispers
"I think I've found someone we'll both like..."
The other woman rises to her knees on the king-sized bed, a sultry, mischievous smile playing around her full lips.
"Hello Sir. I've heard quite a bit about you. You sound like quite a man"
Beautifully manicured fingers deftly ease his buttons from their homes,
her hot eyes following their trail down.
Although he'd asked his wife about this,
here, now, actually in the room with another woman,
he's caught off guard.
Can this really be happening?
Simultaneous bites on the back of his neck and below his navel show reality better than any pinch...
