Now and Forever--Let's Make Love (12 page)

“And let’s do this without your skirt.” He unzipped his wife’s miniskirt and tossed it on the chair. As she started to unbutton
her blouse, he slapped her hands. “No you don’t,” he said. “I like you dressed.” He chuckled. “Or at least half-dressed.”

Bill knelt on the floor at his wife’s feet and pressed his cheek against her belly. He kneaded her stocking-covered buttocks,
letting his hands roam her hips and thighs. He kissed her pubic bone and listened to her moan. “Want me?”

“Oh yes,” Kathy said, grabbing his head and attempting to pull him to his feet. “Let’s do it.”

“Not so fast. Spread your legs wider.”

“But baby …”

“Welshing on our bet?”

“No, but …”

“Spread ’em.”

Kathy widened her stance in her spiked heels until she was almost off balance.

Bill spent the next ten minutes just stroking his wife from the waist down, feeling her tremble with need. “Now,” he said,
“to see how you taste.” He used his thumbs to pull the crotch of the panty hose apart, then stuck his tongue out. From his
kneeling position, he could flick the tip of his tongue over his wife’s erect clit. “Ummm,” he said, “you taste delicious.
And you’re so wet.”

Kathy grabbed a handful of Bill’s hair and tried to pull him closer. “Yes baby,” she said. “So wonderful. But I can’t stand
still anymore. My knees won’t hold me up. Let’s lie down so you can fuck me.”

“I want to do it like this,” he said, still fully dressed. His tongue worked over her nub until she was screaming with need.
“I like it with you standing up.” He rubbed her buttocks and hips through her tight nylon hose.

“Please,” she begged. “Please.”

“Remember our bet. I still have time,” Bill said, driving her closer to the edge. “I’m going to make you come standing up,
mostly clothed, with just my tongue.”

“Oh God,” she yelled.

It took only a few moments until Bill felt Kathy arch her back and clamp her thighs around his face. “Yes,” she screamed.
“Yes! Now! Right now!”

Bill kept licking and sucking until he felt Kathy’s body relax. He sat back on the floor, unzipped his pants, and allowed
his hard cock to stand straight up in his lap. “Sit here, baby,” he said.

Kathy stared at her husband’s cock, caught in a shaft of light from the bathroom. It was bigger than she had ever seen. She
straddled his legs and, still dressed from the waist up, sat on his lap, driving his cock inside her through the slit in her
panty hose.

Bill felt his cock slip deep into his wife’s soaked channel. He cradled her buttocks and raised and lowered her body. Up and
down she moved on his body until he felt himself coming. “Don’t stop, baby,” he yelled. “Don’t stop!”

She clenched her vaginal muscles and his semen sprayed into her. He yelled loudly as he came, and together they collapsed
on the floor.

A few minutes later, Kathy said, “Wow. That was amazing.”

“Yeah, it was,” Bill said.

Kathy got up, stripped off her clothes, and climbed into bed. “You know, we have time to play the machines a bit in the morning.
And if we bet like this again, we might just have time for a trip back to the room before we go home.”

Bill climbed into bed beside his wife. “We just might at that.”

This was a very basic, nonthreatening control game, one that anyone can play, since either party can end the game at any time.
Kathy didn’t have to go along with Bill’s requests, but because of their long relationship, mutual trust, and complete understanding,
they were able to explore a new area of sexuality.

• • •

Patti had her radar up, and her husband, Brad, took a risk. Together, they discovered that they both wanted her to be in control
in the bedroom.

“Have you ever made it in public?” Brad asked.

Nancy blushed and her friend Patti giggled. “I don’t believe it,” Patti said. “That question actually embarrassed you. I thought
you and Joe were unflappable.”

“We are,” Joe said. “But we have a checkered past. When we were young and foolish, we did some things that we can’t believe
we actually did.”

“But at the time,” Joe’s wife, Nancy, said, “it seemed like a good idea.”

The two couples, Joe and Nancy and Brad and Patti, had been drinking assorted microbrewed beers all evening and the talk had
gotten increasingly blunt. “Like what?” Patti pressed. “Come on, tell all.”

“No way!” Nancy said.

“But honey,” Joe argued, “these guys are our best friends and we should have no secrets.”

“Now wait,” Brad said. “You don’t have to tell us, but after that blush and the pregnant pause, you must know we’re dying
of curiosity.”

“Nancy?” Joe said, squeezing his wife’s hand. They sat on twin sofas in the deserted lobby of the small resort in the mountains.

“I guess,” Nancy said, “but you tell.”

Joe took a drink, then cleared his throat. “It must have been fifteen years ago. It was a costume party, and Nancy dressed
in a cop uniform and I was her prisoner. We were actually handcuffed together and everything.”

Patti sensed her husband’s entire body tense, and he gripped her hand so tightly that it actually hurt. Curious about what
had elicited this reaction, she decided to ask him about it later. “And …” Patti said.

“Well,” Joe continued, “we took a lot of ribbing. One of the
Dirty Harry
movies had been on TV then and people kept kidding us with that line. You know, ‘Come on, make my day.’ Anyway, since we
were handcuffed, someone dared Nancy to make me do sexy things to her right there in public.”

Again, Patti felt Brad shudder.

Nancy sighed, then picked up the story. “Well, I drank a lot in those days, so I pulled off my panties, hiked up my skirt,
and sat down on the sofa. I spread my knees and made Joe eat me out, right there in this couple’s living room.”

“God,” Joe said, “as I remember it, we were both so hot that you actually came with everyone looking.” He looked at Brad and
Patti. “Then I pulled her into the bathroom, locked the door, and fucked her brains out.”

“Holy cow,” Patti said. “That’s amazing. I would never have guessed. You don’t strike me as the type.”

“Actually, it was those handcuffs,” Joe said. “Nancy sprung them on me as we walked out of our apartment. She just snapped
them on my wrist. Made me so hot … ”

“Me, too.” Nancy blushed again.

“Honey,” Brad said suddenly. “If you don’t mind, it’s really late. Let’s call it a night.”

“Are you okay?” Patti asked.

“Actually, I’ve got a bit of a headache.”

Oh damn, Patti thought, there goes any fun in bed later. Not tonight—he has a headache. They stood up and the two couples
separated and retired to their individual cabins.

When Patti and Brad had closed the door behind them, Brad stretched out on the bed, looking decidedly uncomfortable. “What’s
the matter, darling?” Patti said. “Something you ate maybe?”

“Yeah, that must be it.”

“Or maybe you’re tense. While Nancy and Joe were telling that story, I thought you were going to break my knuckles. Did you
find the story that shocking?”

“No. It’s nothing.”

Patti looked at her husband of sixteen years. A second marriage for each of them, with five children between them, it was
particularly delightful that they had gotten to spend this weekend away with Nancy and Joe. Patti sat on the edge of the bed
and touched Joe’s forehead. “You don’t feel warm. But I know you very well, and something’s wrong.”

When Brad remained silent, Patti wheedled, “Baby, tell me. It isn’t a headache, is it? It’s that conversation. Was it that
story they told?” His pointed silence made her continue. “The fact that they made it in public? Does that make you think less
of them?”

“Don’t be silly. Of course not.”

“Then what?”

Brad appeared to be struggling, searching for the right words. “It was … well … the idea of her having him in handcuffs that
bothered me.”

“It shouldn’t upset you. Some people enjoy that power stuff.” She thought about her first husband. “Actually, Nick and I used
to play that way occasionally.”

Brad was astonished. “You did?”

“Just a few times. He tied me up once, but I didn’t like not being in control. I enjoyed the few evenings when I tied him
up.” When she saw the amazed expression on Brad’s face, she quickly added, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to bring up old lovers.”

“That’s okay,” Brad said. “I just never suspected that you could be into that.”

“Are you?”

“Never. At least not in real life. It’s too kinky.”

“I don’t think it’s kinky at all. I tried it and it was fun. Anyway, who’s to decide what’s kinky and what’s just kicky?”
When Brad said nothing, Patti continued. “I enjoyed being in control and having Nick at my mercy.”

Brad shuddered, then said in almost a whisper, “I used to have fantasies in which I was tied up and teased.”

“Oh,” Patti whispered.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean anything. Fantasies are just fantasies, and you don’t—”

Patti interrupted. “You said ‘used to.’ Do you still fantasize about being tied up?”

“It’s just a fantasy. Not anything I’d really like to do.”

“No?” Patti quickly pulled Brad’s arms down to his sides and straddled his hips, trapping his forearms against his hips with
her knees. “Not even a little bit?” Brad’s gaze was locked on Patti’s eyes, but he remained silent. “I asked you a question,”
Patti said, her voice louder and stronger. “Would you like to be tied up?”

“Yes.” His voice was almost inaudible.

“Then what?” Patti watched the battle behind Brad’s eyes; then she felt his body relax.

“I’d like you to tie me up, if you think it would give you pleasure.”

A grin slowly spread across Patti’s face. “It would give me great pleasure.” Without hesitation, Patti stretched out on top
of Brad’s body, and, pulling his arms straight out from his sides, pressed his wrists into the bed. She touched his mouth
with hers and felt an unusual amount of excitement and passion in Brad’s kiss. The full weight of her body on Brad’s, she
deepened the kiss until her tongue was dueling with his. She moved, arranging and rearranging her mouth on his while he remained
still, returning the kiss but not initiating any movement.

She raised her head and looked into Brad’s eyes. “You’re mine, for tonight,” she said. “Say it.”

“I’m yours for tonight.”

“And I can do anything.”

“Anything,” Brad whispered.

“And you won’t come unless I allow it.”

A tremor ran through Brad’s body. “I won’t come unless you allow it.”

Patti ground her hips into Brad’s tremendous hard-on, feeling his pelvis move beneath her. He hadn’t been so hungry so fast
in years. “Don’t move,” she ordered.

Patti got up, rummaged through her suitcase, and pulled out a silk scarf she had thought of wearing to dinner one evening.
Using a pair of small scissors from her sewing kit, she soon had four long strips of material. Then she looked at Brad, who
still had his arms extended from the shoulder. “There are rules,” she said, then explained about safe words. When they had
agreed on the words
holler uncle,
Patti tied one strip around his right wrist, then tied it to the bed frame. Quickly, she tied the other wrist.

“Now, let’s see,” she said, gazing at Brad’s immobilized arms. “We have to remove your sweatshirt.” She took the small scissors
and cut up the center. “Lucky we packed a few more of these.” When she had cut to the neck, she separated the sides and exposed
Brad’s hairy chest. “I’ve always wondered about men’s nipples,” she said. “In the books, it says that they can be as sensitive
as a woman’s. I’ve never found it to be so before, but …”

She perched on the edge of the bed and leaned over Brad’s body. With the flat of her tongue, she stroked Brad’s right nipple.
“You know, you taste very good.”

Brad was writhing, pulling against the silk strips that held him.

“Is what I’m doing exciting you,” Patti asked, “or is it just your predicament?”

“It’s being tied like this. It’s making me crazy.”

“Wonderful.” She licked Brad’s other nipple, then reached down and stroked his jeans-covered cock. “So hard, baby. What would
you like now? To fuck me?”

“Oh yes,” Brad said.

“Too bad. I’m not nearly ready yet.” Patti removed Brad’s shoes and socks, then, not wanting to destroy Brad’s jeans, she
maneuvered them off. She dangled the two remaining silk strips over Brad’s erect cock, occasionally brushing the ends over
his hot skin. Each time she did, she watched his member twitch. “Remember these,” she said, watching his eyes as they stared
at the pieces of material.

“Yes,” he whispered.

“They are for your ankles. Spread them wide.” When he didn’t immediately do as she had asked, she barked, “Now!”

Brad spread his legs.

“You like the feeling of being helpless,” Patti said, tying one ankle to the bedpost at the foot of the bed.

“Yes,” he whispered again.

“That’s so good, baby,” she purred as she moved around and tied Brad’s other ankle. When she was done, she stood up and let
her eyes roam over Brad’s powerless body. “I want to see you struggle. I want you to know you can’t get away.”

Brad wiggled and pulled, unable to move more than a few inches. When his body stilled, she said, “I’m very hot, but not nearly
ready for your cock yet. As a matter of fact, I may not let you fuck me at all.” She slipped her hands inside her jeans and
found her wet clit. “Maybe I’ll just please myself and leave you until morning.”

“No, baby, please,” Brad said.

“I love to hear you beg, you know,” Patti said, removing her clothes. She took a deep, shuddering breath. She was hotter than
she had admitted to Brad, but his reaction was exactly what she had wanted. “Let’s see. Maybe you can get me ready.” She climbed
onto the bed beside Brad’s head and crouched so one breast dangled over his mouth. “Suck.”

He raised his head and reached for her nipple. When he could reach it, he sucked it into his hot mouth. As he sucked, Patti
stroked his cheeks, feeling the muscles as they sparked electricity from her breast to her hungry pussy. “Not so hard,” she
snapped when he sucked too excitedly. She shifted so her other nipple hung over his mouth. “Say
please.
”