JustThisOnce (2 page)

“Oh, baby, I’d be stroking right along with you two, waiting
for the perfect moment to shoot my load all over you. I’d wait ’til you were
close…’til your body was shaking and you were begging for release…and then come
all over your tits. What do you think about that?”

I shivered. Did I tell him? This felt different from the
game we usually played. It was more raw, and the “other guy” in question was just
feet away.
What if
…

What if I confessed my own secret desire and he took me up
on it? Went to that kid, asked him? I could hear it now—
Hey, how’d you like
to fuck my wife? First I’ll watch you fuck her, and then we’ll both fuck her
together. How does that sound?
In the abstract it seemed crude.

But… In reality it was what Jason had always wanted. What
he’d begged me for. And suddenly the proposition of being pleasured by a
younger man in front of my husband, who had been away from me for so long but
was now back, alive and horny and dirty and able to get me off, was more than a
little appealing.

It was downright irresistible.

I looked back at Andrew.
Some sacrifice
,
I
thought, watching his long fingers wrap around the glass. He, like Jason, had
shed his jacket and loosened his tie almost as soon as we got our drinks, and
with every passing moment he grew more casual. Now his shirtsleeves were rolled
up, exposing his tanned forearms. I imagined him over me, thrusting inside me
as I moaned on the bed. I pictured sinking my teeth into that golden skin of
his, tasting his sweat, as I urged him on with my thighs. And the image of that
was so powerful, so real, that I grabbed on to Jason to keep my knees from
buckling with desire. I turned to him and he was glowing with lust.
This man
,
I thought,
this is the man I married.

Without another word he led me to the dance floor and held
me close while we swayed to the music. I lost myself in the feeling of being
held by him, his sturdy warmth, his strong arms wrapped around me. His thick
stubble brushed against my cheek and I remembered that sensation on the insides
of my thighs and shivered. “I know you wouldn’t really agree to having another
guy with us,” he said softly, “but even just thinking about it gets me so excited.
I don’t know what it unlocks in me. But there’s something about it that’s…” He
trailed off. “Let’s just say it wakes up the beast.” And indeed it had because
as he cradled me against him, the hard length of his erection pressed into my
stomach. I was quivering with need to be touched—by Jason, by Andrew, by
anyone—and feeling his raw arousal brought my own to entirely new heights.

We danced together all night, never taking our hands off
each other. We hadn’t danced in years and both of us had a great time being
silly and holding each other close and enjoying the buzz of a night of freedom
and the feel of each other’s bodies. I was slightly tipsy and more than a
little excited by Jason’s touch and the fact that every time I saw Andrew he
was watching us, his desire laid bare.

At one point I watched the two lock eyes and a thrill ripped
through me as I considered what it might be like to have them both pleasuring
me at once. I imagined the juxtaposition of their naked, masculine bodies, four
strong hands on me, the different textures of their skin. Two mouths. Two hard
cocks.

As the evening was winding down, Jason pulled me close for
the last slow dance and whispered, “I was serious about the golf course.”

His breath tickled my ear and I giggled nervously.

“I was serious about the kid, too.”

I held my breath. A beat passed, then two. This was my
chance but—I wasn’t sure. “Do you think that’s really good for us?”

He kissed me and held my face, looking me in the eyes. “I’m
afraid I’m going to lose you,” he said simply.

“So how is me sleeping with someone else going to solve
that?”

“Honestly, I don’t know that it will. But it’s a leap of
faith for both of us. If we can agree to do this, and if we pull it off, that’s
going to be incredibly bonding for us. I trust you. And I want this. And I
think you need this. I want you to feel like the hot woman you are instead of
just someone’s wife and mother. I want to see you getting fucked like an animal
and loving it.”

I sighed audibly, the thought of giving myself over to my
body’s desires incredibly tempting.
Yes
,
I thought but I couldn’t
bring myself to say the word.

“All I know is,” he growled, nipping at my neck, “I’m rock
hard right now and I’m thinking about what it would be like to stroke over your
face while some other guy is buried deep inside you, making you moan and beg.”

I swooned, the thought of it almost too much. And at the
same time I looked in the direction of Andrew Morrison, who smiled and raised
his glass to me, as if he knew, and I had my answer.

“Okay,” I breathed. “Yes, we’ll do it. Just this once.”

It wasn’t hard to track Andrew down, since he’d never
strayed far from us all night. After the music ended I fetched my purse and
Jason’s jacket while Jason went in search of him. He was gone for quite a while
but then Andrew strolled over to me with a bottle in his hand and Jason in tow,
and embraced me warmly, like an old friend. I smelled his cologne and his male
scent and felt his lean body against mine and thought,
My God, this is
really happening
.

“Are you sure you’re okay with this?” he murmured in my ear
as he folded me against him. I nodded and he whispered, “I can’t believe this
is really going to happen. I promise, I’m going to be so good to you, Sara.
I’ll make it so good.” His voice was earnest in my ear but as we filed out into
the night together, his swagger returned. “Jason had suggested a midnight round
of golf,” Andrew drawled as we headed for the parking lot, “but frankly I’m
allergic to grass and I’d prefer to look at you in better lighting.”

“Another suggestion?” asked Jason.

“My family’s beach house. No one’s there, and if we get in
the mood to have an al fresco romp in the surf we can, because we’re on a
private cove. What do you say?”

I looked at Andrew, who was grinning like a five-year-old,
and back at Jason, who looked for all the world as if he was trying very hard
not to exhibit the same level of enthusiasm. “Perfect,” I said, taking a deep
breath.

I’d had less to drink than Jason and was at this point sober,
so I took the wheel and followed Andrew’s Range Rover out of town, onto the
highway and through a series of twists and turns out to the shore. We put the
windows down and the salt air reminded me of our wilder days, when we used to
make love at the beach. The smell of the ocean had always triggered something
uninhibited in me and I felt myself loosening as the roads disappeared under
our tires. Jason was chatting and happy the entire time and I could see his
entire body tensing with excitement the closer we got.

But I started to get nervous. Would this really go as
planned? I thought of all the variables—Andrew being unskillful or not turning
me on once we were in the act, me taking my clothes off and him not being
attracted to me, the possibility that Jason could pull the plug on the whole
thing if he decided he was too jealous for this kind of thing. And I doubted my
own ability to do this, to let a stranger touch me—and in front of my husband,
no less! But soon enough we were at the house and I took a deep breath and
prepared myself to be wild and take this chance. It was just once, after all.

In the driveway Andrew took my hand and led me up the stairs
like a date. I glanced nervously back at Jason but he just grinned and waved me
on, following us slowly and clearly enjoying the thrill of watching another man
take over. Andrew’s hand felt strange on my own, unfamiliar but not unpleasant.
I could feel the energy radiating from him, got my first sense of how he moved.
When he stopped short I bumped into him and my face was momentarily pressed
against the smooth linen of his shirt, close enough to smell the faintest musk
of his sweat. My awareness of him spread across the surface of my skin, danced
on my tongue, whispered between my thighs.

Once in the house, Andrew pulled me close for a kiss, his
mouth brushing softly over mine like a promise. His eyes twinkled as I sighed
under his touch, barely hearing Jason come in behind us. My heart was pounding
but I wasn’t backing out. I was ready to do this.

After giving us a quick tour and turning on a few lights,
Andrew grabbed us all beers and took us upstairs to the master bedroom. It was
an amazing view from every side of the house. The ocean glittered out in front
of us, soothing us with its calm beauty. Jason caught my eye and we looked at
each other for just a second, checking in. By the heat in his eyes I could tell
he wanted this even more than I did, and I relaxed a bit and walked out on the
balcony to gaze at the water.

As I stood the darkness, listening to the rhythm of the
waves breaking beyond us, Andrew came up behind me and ever so slowly swept my
hair to one side, his fingers featherlight on my neck as he exposed my skin to
the night air. With his hands on either side of me he pressed me to the railing
and murmured into my neck, “I need to know that you really want this.”

His lips on my sensitive skin and the feeling of him pinning
me to the deck sent a flash of need through me. “I really do want this,” I
insisted, arching into him.

“I want to hear you say it,” he commanded, not unkindly.
“Tell me what it is that you want.” But he was nuzzling now, distracting me
with those lips, nibbling my earlobe, his breath hot against the nape of my
neck. I merely moaned in response, shuddering as he nipped my shoulder and then
turned me gently to face him.

He explored the hollow of my throat with his tongue, traced
my collarbone with his lips, dipped his face into the swell of my cleavage. I
stifled a groan as my need grew sharper, stabbed me between my thighs and
stiffened my nipples.

“I-I want…” And then I ran out of words.

Andrew grazed his mouth over the curve of one breast, his
breath hot against my flesh. “This?” he whispered.

“Yes… Keep kissing me, just like that,” I sighed, and he
pressed his face between my tits. “Yes… I love it…” His hands were on my
breasts, kneading them through the fabric, his thumbs strumming over the erect
nubs. And then he slid his fingers under the straps and suddenly my dress was
around my waist, exposing my entire nude torso.

“Oh, fuck, these are perfect,” he breathed, cupping my tits
and burying his face in them, licking at them and drawing one hard nipple into
his mouth while he pulled his tie off and flung it on the chair. He kept right
on sucking my nipple while he unbuttoned his shirt, exposing a muscular chest
with a tidily trimmed thatch of hair under the thin undershirt. His tongue
flicked and teased, traced around my areola and then he was feasting on the
other stiff peak as I twined my fingers through his hair and looked over at my
husband, watching from the center of the room.

I was in both places, it seemed. There with Andrew, wet and
aching for him, enjoying his touch and eager for more. There with Jason,
putting on a private show for his pleasure with some man I didn’t even know. It
was arousing and terrifying and I felt simultaneously ashamed and exhilarated.
But my body was deciding for me tonight, and my body wanted this. Oh God, did
my body want this.

Andrew turned me back toward the railing, tracing his tongue
down my spine, tasting every bump and pressing me forward as he did, his strong
hands holding my hips in place. His touch was gentle but insistent,
intensifying the feverish sensations building inside me.

“Mmhmm…” I sighed again and he continued, nibbling lightly.
His hands were at the tops of my thighs, stroking upward, catching the hem of
my dress and pushing my skirt up slightly as they skimmed across my body. The
night air caught me between my legs and I could tell from the instant coolness
that I was soaked through the sheer layer of lace.

And then Andrew’s hands slid between my panties and my
flesh, gripping my ass cheeks and shoving the thin fabric impatiently down over
my hips. I pulled away from him for just a moment to remove them and my dress
and to watch him hastily shed the rest of his clothing.

He was young and lean and almost feline in his sexiness, the
dark hair keeping him from looking too sweet. Already he was sporting a shadow
on his jaw and I shivered thinking about that rough face sliding between my
thighs, just as I’d had a similar thought about Jason earlier that night. I was
naked now in front of this stranger but somehow it wasn’t awkward. I wanted him
just as he wanted me, and that gave it an air of intimacy, of understanding.

I watched him take me in, his face unabashedly excited as
his eyes traveled over my breasts, my belly, my legs, my neatly trimmed mound.
Whatever parts of me I thought were imperfect didn’t seem to bother him a bit.
He savored the sight of me, his cock twitching as he looked me over. Our eyes
met and I burned a bit more as I saw just how much of him I was going to be
enjoying. He was beautifully endowed and perfectly formed, the engorged
mushroom head dark pink and the heavily veined shaft a slightly different hue.
A tantalizing pearl glistened at the tip and I licked my lips.

He kissed me again, a teasing kiss this time that made me
weak as he nibbled my lip and traced the inside of my mouth with the tip of his
tongue. I moaned into him and he gasped in response, pulling me against his
thigh where I could feel the prickles of his leg hair against my sensitive,
exposed lips, grinding me against him though already my hips were rolling to
the motion of his mouth on me. He nipped at my earlobe and whispered into my hair,
“I can feel how wet your pussy is. Go ahead, rub yourself off on me. I want to
feel you dripping all over my leg.”

And I did, like an animal in heat, loving the feel of his
muscular thigh hard against my delicate, slick flesh. He kept exploring my neck
and my collarbone with his mouth as I rubbed against him, feeling the slow buzz
building. The only sounds were our breathing and the rhythmic friction of me
riding his leg when from across the room I heard Jason unzipping. I opened my
eyes and watched him watching us, rubbing the head of his straining cock, his
eyes focused on my body. As he fell into rhythm I closed my fist around
Andrew’s shaft and slowly pumped, feeling the slippery pre-cum smearing into
the palm of my hand as I fisted him. He closed his eyes and moaned softly as I
worked him in tandem with Jason’s strokes.

Still pumping him, I slid to my knees and slowly drew him
into my mouth, loving those first salty drops on my tongue, rubbing the
slickness over the head and still stroking his shaft. He writhed and thrust his
hips at me, moaning my name, twining his hands in my hair as I trailed my
tongue around and across the length of him. But I didn’t want to bring him off
too fast. He was young and would likely recover quickly enough but Jason wanted
to watch him fuck me and I wasn’t about to deny him that. I wasn’t going to
deny myself that either. It had been far too long.

Andrew’s cock twitched against my lips and I closed them
around the crown, sliding him slowly into my wet, willing mouth by the barest
fractions, feeling his hot flesh meet my hungry tongue. I opened my eyes and
looked at my husband, now stroking himself in earnest as he watched me swallow
Andrew’s cock, taking him deep into my mouth in long, slow movements. His eyes
were glazed over with pleasure at the sight of it.

And from above me Andrew groaned, “Oh, fuck… Oh, Sara… Oh
God, that feels so fantastic!” His fingers massaged my scalp and neck as I
savored him. “You’re so fucking good at this… So good…” He was all the way in
my mouth, nudging at the back of my throat, my face nestled in the thicket of
fragrant, dark curls covering his groin. I breathed him in as he started
quivering and gripping my hair and uttering little curses under his breath with
every thrust of his shaft, every change in suction.

After a moment I stopped sucking and gently nuzzled his
cock. He was panting and grinning down at me, his hands still wrapped in my
hair, pressing me to him as if he was loath to let me go. I stood up and led
him to the bed. While he had taken the lead at first, now I took him by the
hand and laid him down. His eager eyes never left me, and when I climbed on top
of him and rubbed my lips back and forth across his mouth he growled and rolled
me under him. Oh, I was going to get it, the fucking I wanted, and I tensed for
him to enter me, gripping his forearms and looking into his eyes.

“My turn,” he said with a grin, that cockiness back again.
And down he went, between my thighs in a flash. I didn’t protest. It had been
far too long since I felt the delicious agony of a wet mouth bringing me
satisfaction. And just as I had hoped, his cheeks were rough against my thighs,
making my blood simmer with anticipation.

At first he only blew on me. I shivered and felt my thighs
twitching as he rasped his chin against me and directed his breath on my clit.
I moaned and spread for him and he nuzzled next, my skin coming alive as he
brushed his face up and down the insides of my legs. I couldn’t take the
teasing, not after being so long unfulfilled, so I gripped his head, trying to
push him face first into my wetness.

He merely chuckled and sucked on the skin at the crease of
my thigh, his mouth so close, so close, but not quite giving me what I needed.
I writhed against him with ragged breath, so sensitive, and he pinned me to the
bed so I wouldn’t accidentally kick him as he dipped his tongue into me.

After so long without, the touch of his tongue was a jolt of
electricity. I cried out and only half heard myself begging but he was as
teasing in bed as he was out and merely slid one finger into me. It was a
delicious taunt and I moaned as he worked it in and out of my cunt. I tried to
clench tightly on his finger but he was grazing at sensitive spots inside me,
my nerve endings going haywire, and I just let go and enjoyed the sensations,
the sparks behind my eyelids as he toyed with me, one finger slipping in and
out of my lubricious heat while his tongue lightly explored my folds.

“She tastes incredible, doesn’t she?” I heard Jason ask from
close by, his voice low and controlled. I opened my eyes and saw him standing
behind Andrew, cock in his hand, looking at me in a way he had never looked at
me before. It was raw and heated and predatory. All of him was stripped away,
and realizing that—realizing that in that moment he wasn’t the father of my
children or my husband or a respected member of the community, he was only a
hard cock and a reptilian brain—resonated with me. And I could be the same—not
a wife, not a project manager, just a hungry body on a bed. I could be just my
need and my pleasure.

And when Andrew murmured some incomprehensible response as
he probed my lips with his talented tongue, teasing out my nectar, I didn’t
struggle to understand him. I stopped worrying about everything but the waves
of pleasure I was riding. I concentrated on the elusive friction of his finger
inside me and the texture of his tongue and the way that every now and then he
slid it into me like a thick little cock, fucking me with it.

I gasped and thrashed and begged and Andrew gave me what I
wanted, taking me deeper into my pleasure. I grabbed his hair with one hand and
the sheets with the other, arching against his face, crying out as I was caught
in the whirlpool of my orgasm, a pleasurable drowning in the sensations. I
barely registered when he crouched over me, kissing me with his talented mouth,
his whole face aromatic with my juices, but when he leaned over the side of the
bed, searching in his wallet for a condom, I murmured, “Does this mean you’re
going to fuck me now?”

He chuckled and I heard the telltale tearing of the wrapper.
“Yes, Sara,” he promised, pausing to suck a taut nipple back into his mouth and
hum with pleasure, “I am most definitely going to fuck you now.”

“Oh, let me,” I insisted. He pressed the half-opened condom
into my hand and kneeled above me playfully, his hips thrust all the way out so
his cock was leading. When I touched him he kissed me again.