Dirty White Candy, The Beginning, Book 1 (28 page)

Jeanette was wearing a purple and black bustier with black lace trim, thigh high stockings and what I can only describe as black hooker shoes.
 
They were black fake leather on top, with glass platforms on the bottom.
 
I wanted to snicker at her shoes, but she did look damn good.

James was in silk boxers and barefoot.
 
The most shocking was that he had full sleeved tattoos on each arm that were starting to creep onto his chest.
 
I’d heard that tattoos were addicting, but I never expected a tax-guy and husband of a sitting judge to be inked so much.

He looked a lot sexier now and more muscular than I expected.

“Candy, I know you’re dying to smoke.
 
Please feel free,” James said.

I smiled and went to my purse.
 
“Thank you. I’m so used to everyone being anti-smoking it’s made me a bit ashamed of the habit.”

“Screw that,” Jeanette said.
 
“I have a smoke every now and then.”
 
She reached in the top left drawer of the kitchenette and pulled out a long slim cigarette and lit it.
 
“I allow myself less than a pack a week.
 
It’s a far cry from the two packs a day I used to smoke.
 
But never let anyone make you feel ashamed of anything.”

James walked over to the far wall and flipped a switch.
 
Almost instantly the smoke in the room started to disappear.
 
I could only faintly smell his cigar smoke which was quite pungent.
 

“Cool, huh?”
 
He grinned.
 
“Cost a pretty penny, but it works well and keeps us from stinking up the place.

My nerves started to ease.
 
Jeanette walked toward one of the awkward looking chairs and had a seat.
 
I followed suit, taking a seat on what looked like a fainting couch that had a strange hump in the middle.

“We are your first couple?”
 
James asked, sitting near his wife.

“Yes, so I’m a bit lost here, to be honest.”
 
I glanced from James to Janette, as I fought not to fidget.

“That’s okay,” Jeanette started, “let’s go over the rules first.”

“Rules?”
 
Great!
 
I was already struggling and now I had rules to follow?

“Most couples have rules and you should set your own as well.
 
What are you comfortable doing?
 
What bothers you?
 
What lines do you draw in the sand?
 
That sort of thing.”
 
Jeanette leaned over and put her hand on my knee.
 
“Do not ever do anything you do not want to.
 
Don’t ever let anyone pressure you.
 
There are a lot of people who will, which I think is why Linda told us to keep an eye out for you.
 
She knows we would never do that to anyone.”

“I see.
 
So what rules do you have?”
 
I sipped at my drink.
 
What if I broke a rule because I forgot it?

“Well, when we meet with another couple, we have the strict rule of no kissing except for the women.
 
We feel when a man and woman kiss, it’s emotional.
 
So I don’t kiss other men and James does not kiss other women.
 
I also do not do anal sex, but do not have a problem if James has anal sex with another woman.
 
I do not mind a little hair pulling and ass smacking, but I have no desire to have the shit beat out of me.
 
Some women really want roughed up during sex.
 
I’ll never understand that, but it’s not for me.”

“Well I’m not into inflicting pain, at least not yet, so you’re safe there.”
 
I giggled.
 
It felt stupid to giggle but it came out.

“Good,” James said, “I’m not into pain either.
 
Steer clear of my rear.
 
I had a woman cram her finger up my ass once without asking.
 
Ruined me for the rest of the night.”

Gross!
 
Why would a woman do that?
 
There had to be a reason.
 
I needed to look that up.

Jeanette leaned toward me again.
 
“You must verbalize with us, Candy.
 
If we are doing something you don’t like, just tell us to stop.
 
We want you to want to come back.
 
You won’t come back if you don’t enjoy yourself.
 
We get pleasure out of pleasing others as well.
 
So please, let us know if you do not like something.”

“You’re making this much easier.
 
Thank you.
 
I haven’t thought about rules before.
 
But I also have not gotten into anal sex.
 
I can respect the kissing rule.
 
But since I haven’t had that many experiences, so I will just have to give you my word that I will say something if I start getting uncomfortable.
 
But I have to ask for your guidance.
 
I don’t know how to start.
 
Can you two be a little, I don’t know, bossy for lack of a better word?”

James started laughing.
 
“I think my wife just fell in love.”

Jeanette smacked him with the back of her hand.

“I missed something.”

“I have fantasies about being a dominatrix.
 
No big deal.”
 
Her face reddened slightly.

No big deal?

Jeanette had flipped a switch and the lighting immediately changed from the normal lighting in the room.
 
It now resembled a sort of night club.
 
There was no white light left in the room.
 
There were rope lights and dance music now filling the space.
 
A black light was shining down on the bed illuminating the white sheets.

Jeanette asked me to sit on the bed.

Leaving my drink on the table, I sat next to her on the bed.
 
She started caressing my arm first, then moved to my leg.
 
“Are you comfortable?”

“Nervous,” I answered.
 

She grabbed my hands and put them on her breasts.
 
Then she put her hand on the back of my neck and pulled me in for a kiss.
 
Her lips were sweet and soft.
 
Her tongue tasted like the passion fruit cocktails we were drinking.
 
She released my lips and moved down my neck, slipping one strap off my shoulder.
 
I felt her warm wet tongue on my nipple.

I looked over at James who had pulled his shorts down and was now stroking himself as he watched us.
 
Jeanette deserved as much attention as she was giving me.
 
I gently rubbed her thigh and worked my hand toward her panties and started rubbing her.
 
She let out a groan of approval and opened her legs wider, letting me in.

James was now standing by the bed naked.
 
Jeanette scooted over and pulled him on the bed between us.
 
James sat down, his erection pointing toward the ceiling.
 
He leaned back on his hands.

She started kissing him, then took my hand and put it on his erection.
 
She stopped kissing him and smiled at me.
 
“It’s okay,” she said as she smiled.
 
“Lick his nipple too.”

With her reassurance, I licked on his nipple and stroked him while she rubbed his balls and kissed him on the mouth.
 
He was moaning and humping into the air slightly.

After a few minutes of that, she stood from the bed and pulled me up to meet her.
 
She told me to take off her bustier.
 
After unclasping it, I slid the straps over her shoulder and tossed it to the side.

“Take off my panties.”

I put my fingers into the strings on the side.

“With your teeth,” she demanded.

I looked up at her, her eyes gleaming.

I put my lips on her hip and gently grabbed at her panties with my teeth.
 
I pulled them down toward her ankles and she stepped out of them, kicking off her shoes.

“Up on your knees,” she demanded.

I sat up on my knees and James knelt down behind me, caressing my body and rubbing my breasts.

“Stick out your tongue.”
 
James said.

What?
 
I stuck out my tongue, feeling confused.

“Farther,” Janette demanded.

I stuck my tongue out, feeling like a little kid that sticks their tongue out at people to be rude.

She stepped in toward me and putting her clitoris right on my tongue.
 
She started moving her hips so that my stationary tongue was doing exactly what she wanted it to do.
 

Then I felt James’s hand make its way around my waist to my panties.
 
He slid his fingers inside my panties and began rubbing me.

“Does that feel good?” she asked.

I nodded since I couldn’t talk with my tongue sticking out.

Jeanette stepped away and James stood from behind me and was now in front of me, his erection in my face.

“Suck it,” she said softly.

I rose up on my knees and took him into my mouth.

“Oh fuck,” James gasped.
 

I heard Jeanette give a throaty chuckle.
 
She was on her knees to my side, fondling my breast with one hand and rubbing my ass with the other.

Then she began sucking and licking his balls while I sucked the top.

“Do you want me to lick you?” she whispered in my ear.

“Um hum,” I moaned with a mouth full of James.

I felt the tickle of her hair between my knees.
 
Her hands reached up and firmly grabbed my hips, lowering me onto her face.
 
The sensation was tremendous.
 
She had obviously done this before.

I tried not to put too much pressure on her while focusing on James.
 
The last thing I wanted was to smother her.

Jeanette stopped and retreated and James pulled himself out of my mouth.
 
She took my top the rest of the way off and pulled my panties to the floor.
 
She gently turned me facing the bed.
 

“Put your hands on the bed,” she said softly.

I bent over and did as she asked.
 
I could feel all four hands rubbing me all over.
 
It felt tremendous, all my nerve endings standing at attention.

“She has a beautiful ass, doesn’t she?”
 
Jeanette asked James the question teasing me at the same time.

“Yes, it’s a nice ass.”

“And look at this pussy, so pink and wet.
 
Do you want to fuck this pussy, James?”
 
Her fingers were now massaging my clit as she teased us both.

“I would really love to feel her on my cock.”

Good grief!
 
I didn’t expect them to talk like this.

“I’m not sure she’s ready for that,” she said as she slipped her fingers inside me.