Chemical [se]X (12 page)

“Goddamn” he called out against her mouth as he pushed into her harder and harder, then abruptly stopped. His head rolled back and he moaned as he pulsed inside her, feeling each drop leave his body, as though in slow motion.

He could hear himself sucking at her lip, moving his finger in and out of her.

He never came so hard.

He never felt such intensity.

He rocked slowly in and out of her, emptying himself inside her warmth, feeling her pussy tighten around him, convulsing, milking him as she came again.

Danny shook his head in surprise; astounded to feel himself begin to get hard again. He slowly lessened his grip on her, letting her down to her feet, and without a hint of what was to come, turned her around so her ass was to him again. Bending her over, he placed her small hands on the doorknob and held her in position–one hand softly on her neck, the other on her hip—then leisurely inserted his rock hard cock into her slick opening, once again giving into the drumbeat within his body, pushing and pulling. The door creaked with each shove.

She reached one hand down between them both, and using her fingertips simultaneously rubbed his balls and her swollen clit until they both came again, screaming their pleasure out; neither of them holding anything back.

Spent and nearly legless, they adjusted their clothing, grinned foolishly at one another and finally exited the small closet. He took her hand in his as they walked slowly towards the platform to await their train.

They both smiled broadly at the small crowd of people that had gathered nearby, obviously aware of what was happening on the other side of the closet door, and they laughed together.

“Remind me to thank Dottie,” he said, a slow smile curving his lips.

“How do feel about threesomes?” she asked, a dreamy quality to her voice.

“I’m feeling very into them.”

“Want another chocolate?” she asked, her lips against the skin of his neck. “It’s pretty late. Cars should be fairly empty. I always wanted to fuck you on the subway. You know, sit on your cock, rock back and forth, feel the vibration of the subway under me as I came?”

Her voice so hot he could feel himself harden.

“Yeah, give it to me.”

He took the proffered chocolate, placed it on his tongue and bit down. Then he pulled her mouth to his and passed the other half through her waiting lips. They both smiled knowingly.

He closed his eyes enjoying the creaminess of the candy, the taste of her lips. “Babe, I can’t tell you how happy I am you wore a skirt today.”

Dinner for Three

L Maretta

I opened the oven door and the thick, heavenly scent of chocolate filled my kitchen. Grabbing a towel, I removed the two round metal pans and set them atop the stove to cool and then replaced them with my masterpiece, a rack of lamb that had been marinating in red wine for the last eight hours.

My husband Nate was due home any minute and his boss, Troy Duncan, was to be our dinner guest for the evening. Nate was hoping for a big promotion and he wanted to have Troy over to talk to him about his future with the company over drinks. First, however, I was to impress Troy with my fabulous culinary skills.

I had gone all out for the occasion, setting the barely used dining room with our fine wedding china and stemware, complete with linen napkins and long tapered candles. In addition to the lamb, I was making roasted rosemary potatoes and a minted pea puree with a crème fraìche. For dessert, a cake with cherry filling, cream cheese frosting, and a thick drizzle of chocolate ganache on top. All made from scratch, of course.

Nate and his boss arrived just as I was frosting the cake. Their voices echoed in from the front entryway and I quickly checked my reflection in the glass of the microwave door. I left my chestnut hair in soft waves framing my face, and wore minimal make up, trying my hardest to epitomize the “wife of a company bigwig” look. I think I succeeded in choosing a simple fitted black dress and I could see the approval in Nate’s smile as he said hello. I also noticed that Troy’s eyes lingered a little longer than necessary over my curves as I welcomed him and took his coat. He seemed to appreciate the shoes I was wearing as well, a pair of black strappy stilettos with a six inch heel.

This wasn’t the first time I was meeting Troy but it was the first time I’d had him in my home and would get to know him more intimately than as just Nate’s boss. He was a handsome man, just a bit older than my husband, probably forty-five-ish. His dark hair was peppered with flecks of grey and beneath his suit I could tell he was in good shape. He had very dark eyes, which made him a little mysterious and very intimidating; nothing like my Nate who had bright green eyes and sandy hair and looked like someone who spent more time on the beach than in an office.

I shooed the men into the den for a pre-dinner cocktail, assuring them dinner would be served shortly. Checking the clock, I had just enough time to put the finishing touches on the cake before the lamb would be ready. I began to heat heavy cream in a sauce pan on the stove and then went to the pantry for the chocolate chips.

Shit! The chocolate chips!

Oh, I knew I had forgotten something from the market that afternoon! I searched the shelves, hoping there would be at least a half empty bag left over from the last batch of cookies I made but no luck. Damn, the cake wouldn’t be as good without the ganache. I moved further into the pantry, pushing boxes of pasta and cans of vegetables out of the way, getting frustrated. Just then, I glanced up and noticed a small gift bag, high on the top shelf. Standing on my toes, I retrieved the bag and peeked inside.

I had forgotten all about this. A few weeks ago I went to an old college friend’s bachelorette party and took home a goodie bag. Inside was gold box filled with naughty shaped chocolates. I hesitated for a second, wondering if it would be odd to decorate a cake for my husband’s boss with phallic shaped sweets but then shrugged. I was melting it anyway; neither Nate nor Troy would know they were eating chocolate penises. Chuckling, I began breaking the chocolate apart and adding the pieces to the boiling cream on the stove.

“That was delicious, Theresa,” Troy said after finishing his second serving of lamb and sitting back in his chair.

“Thank you. I hope you saved room for dessert,” I answered.

He placed a hand on his stomach and said, “Oh, I don’t know, I’m stuffed.”

“You have to try Theresa’s cherry chocolate cake,” Nate said, “it’s famous.”

Troy’s eyes lit up and he didn’t put up any more of a fight. “I do love chocolate,” he said.

I cleared our dishes and left them sitting by the sink and called out to Nate to grab the dessert plates from the china cabinet. I made sure that my cake looked flawless one last time, then delivered it on its crystal platter into the dining room.

“Wow, look at that. It looks like art,” Troy said as I placed it on the table in front of the two men. I smiled at the compliment and my creation before cutting into it to serve Troy, my husband, and myself a generous serving.

Nate and Troy let their pieces sit for a minute while they chatted some more about work and sipped the remainder of their wine leftover from dinner but I dug right in. I practically moaned when the first forkful entered my mouth. It was sinfully delicious and I couldn’t get it in my mouth fast enough. It wasn’t until the forth bite or so that I began to feel…strange.

My entire body suddenly felt flush and I heard my breathing change. A thin sheen of sweat formed on my brow and when I shifted in my chair I audibly gasped. That small movement sent a thrill through me, starting between my legs and coursing towards the tips of my fingers.

“Are you okay, sweetie?” Nate asked me. Our eyes met and then mine were drawn down to his lips. Suddenly I was picturing them kissing up my thigh until his tongue snaked out and licked me right up my-

“Yes, of course,” I stammered and took a gulp of water from the glass sitting in front of me. “The cake,” I continued, “it’s just so good.” I stuffed another forkful into my mouth and felt my nipples tighten.

Nate and Troy both laughed and then Troy said, “Well, I better dig in and see what the fuss is about.”

I watched him pick up his fork and was immediately mesmerized by Troy’s hands. My god, his hands were amazing. Long fingers, neatly trimmed nails and I wanted them all over me; visions of them squeezing my breasts and slapping my ass, turning it as red as the cherries in the cake, made me dizzy. I squeezed my legs together and stifled a groan. My panties were wet.

My attention was diverted towards my husband who had just hummed in appreciation after taking his first bite of cake.

“Wow, honey. Every time you make this, I swear it gets better.”

At least that’s what I think he said. I can’t be sure because all I could focus on was his mouth and the way it moved as he ate and the way his tongue peeked out to lick the leftover chocolate on his lips. I wanted his lips licking me.

Another bite of cake and I was back to looking at Troy who was pulling the fork from between his lips. I was certain my chest was heaving with each breath I took and had to swipe my napkin across my forehead, I was sweating so badly. What the hell was happening?

From my left, Nate cleared his throat and my eyes flew to his direction. I could see his face was a bit flushed and he shifted, looking slightly uncomfortable. Was he feeling it now, too? I couldn’t think on it too long because Troy suddenly exhaled loudly and I found his eyes staring at me, particularly at my chest. I looked down and noticed my erect nipples were visible through my dress and I felt my face get even hotter with embarrassment. The feeling didn’t linger however, for it was quickly replaced again by the aching need to slide my hand up my skirt and give my throbbing clit some relief. I forced myself to take the final bite of my dessert and as I did I looked at the two men sitting with me again. They were both very handsome and I wanted to do very naughty things with them both. What was I thinking? This was my husband and his boss, for goodness sake! I grabbed my dish and told the men to finish up while I started on cleaning.

I wet my hands at the kitchen sink and placed them on the back of my neck. Even though they were cool, the touch of my own hands on my skin was overwhelming and my entire body started to tingle again, the feeling between my legs becoming even more unbearable. Unable to control myself any longer I leaned over, propping myself up on the edge of the sink with one hand and ran the other up my skirt. My index finger barely grazed my panties and my knees buckled. I hoped the running water was loud enough to cover up the sound I made.

I only just made one lazy circle around my clit when I heard, “Oh fuck,” from behind me and I spun around. My husband was standing there, a huge bulge in the front of his pants and a wild look in his eyes. He moved towards me and attacked, his hands rough all over my body, his mouth hard on mine.

“I have to have you,” he gasped. “Now.”

My hand went immediately for his cock and I stroked him over the fabric of his pants while he turned me and then lifted me on to the kitchen table. His hands slid up my thighs and under my dress. My skin was on fire. I felt as if I were glowing with the electricity running through me. We moaned into each others’ mouths as he began to run his fingers through my wet slit.

My panties were torn from between my legs and I reclined back, resting on my elbows to watch as Nate yanked up the hem of my dress. I wasn’t even thinking about Troy in the dining room as my husband began to feast on me, his tongue making long licks through my pussy.

“Fuck, Nate,” I breathed. “Yes.”

He drew my clit between his lips and sucked. As I started to come, finally, gloriously, he slid two fingers inside me and curled, my swollen bud getting massaged both inside and out. I flooded his mouth while he groaned in approval. That’s when I noticed though hazy eyes that we weren’t alone. At some point Troy had entered the kitchen and he was watching us from the doorway. He was also stroking the front of his trousers.

If I had been in my right mind, I would have been mortified and stopped the whole debacle that was happening in my kitchen. But I wasn’t in my right mind and so I stared at Troy, a seductive smile on my face as my husband continued to go down on me. Troy stood there, still watching, still rubbing himself and it was the most erotic thing I had ever seen. That is, until he unzipped and pulled his cock out. My eyes were glued to his hand, wrapped tightly around his dick, stroking himself as he watched Nate and me. He kept his movements slow and deliberate, his hand sliding up and down his erection at a steady pace while he stared at us. Finally, a stream of thick, white come covered his hand and the sight of that set me over the edge once again. Still, I wanted more.

I instructed my husband to lead us to the bedroom and it was merely seconds before I was naked on our bed on my hands and knees. Nate teased me a bit by running his cock through my wet folds before sliding himself inside me. Troy, who had also stripped bare, stood against the wall, watching us once again. Though he had already come, his cock was still hard. He wasn’t touching himself this time, though, just watching my husband fuck me, his eyes half closed and his mouth slightly open. I beckoned him to me.

Without hesitation, Troy climbed on to the bed and kneeled in front of me. There was no hesitation on my part either and I took him in my mouth with a satisfied moan. He tasted delicious. The reality of what was occurring barely registered but I was turned on beyond imagination. My husband’s cock was sliding in and out of my pussy, his boss’s cock was in my mouth and I didn’t feel the least bit shameful. I felt like a sex goddess and I was well on my way to orgasm number three.

Every one of my senses was heightened, and the sounds of two men groaning as they pleasured me was almost too much to take. Troy’s hand tightened in my hair while Nate’s connected with my ass, alternately slapping my cheek and then rubbing the sting away. I felt my body begin to rock, back to take Nate’s cock deeper and then forward to suck more of Troy. We found a rhythm and continued for what seemed like hours.