Wicked Wednesday 269 – (Amelia After the Party)

 

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At the end of what turned out to be a (mostly) lovely evening for Amelia she was ready for bed. Being humiliated in front of their friends had been awful, but she no longer had the energy to go after Luke about it, especially as he was threatening her with more of the same treatment. She supposed she should be grateful that he hadn’t called the staff in to watch as well and shuddered to herself at the thought of people who worked for her seeing her in just such a state. It would be worse than her peers seeing her that way she thought. As she began to undress for bed, fighting with the buttons seemed preferable to calling a servant just now and she sighed softly.

Luke walked into the room and found his wife struggling with her hands behind her back to unbutton her dress. He walked up behind her and moved her hands to her sides. “Let me help. Since you’re being good I won’t tear this one,” he murmured in her ear. She shivered and a fresh wave of anger rolled over her. Her body was stiff with it and Luke knew she was still upset with him from earlier, but his verbal warnings had done no good. In fact, they seemed to have made her more insolent than she had been, so he’d taken the matter directly into his hands so to speak. Hopefully, it had the desired effect and he thought it would. As he finished the last of the buttons and the dress slid off of Amelia’s body, he was shocked that his prim and proper wife had come back downstairs in front of people wearing no underclothing. He found it incredibly arousing and traced a line down her back gently. She shivered but otherwise did not move. His voice was a hoarse whisper, “I love you.”

Amelia couldn’t help but smile at this and she half turned as she went to sit down at her vanity, “I love you too. Even if right now I am rather cross with you.” And she sat gently, her sore bottom reminding her of just why she was angry with him. She unbound her long tresses and began to brush them out rapidly while Luke simply stood there, watching her in the mirror. After a long moment he stepped forward and took the brush from her hand and began running it through her hair. She sighed at the feeling and let him, her annoyance slowly starting to fade. Once the tangles were smoothed from her hair he pulled her to her feet, turned her ever so gently in his arms and kissed her ardently. She found herself unable to help but return his kiss and twined her arms around him.

Suddenly, he bent forward and swept her off her feet, cradling her in his arms, and strode across the room to the bed. He laid her down gently and began to undress while she watched him with naked desire, her earlier crossness completely forgotten, although her rear end still stung. She wriggled against the sheets feeling the heat that still seemed to suffuse her skin and smiled up at Luke, forgiving him for his earlier actions, because, although she’d never admit it, she’d enjoyed a little bit of the spectacle herself. When he came to bed they snuggled close together sharing kisses and whispered words of affection, his hands roaming her flesh. He found her derriere and swatted at her gently then squeezed which made her squirm against him. She could feel her own wetness and that excited her further.

Luke began to kiss and nibble at her breasts which always made her wanton and this time was no exception. Her body arched against his and she moaned breathlessly; her fingers found themselves tangled in his sandy blond hair as she urged him on. ‘More, more please…” She began writhe against his touch and could feel the press of him on her skin. She felt a hand slide down her body and she parted her legs. Luke looked up at her and laughed softly, “Oh that’s my good girl,” as his fingers trailed down to dip into that wetness and swirl it around, teasing her lazily. Amelia’s legs parted further and she squeezed her eyes shut unable to look at him now. As much as she loved being with him, she was a lady and some things just didn’t change. He slipped two fingers inside of her and she clenched around him. This was something new to her, but the feeling of his fingers was quite nice. Them he began to move them in and out and she nearly hit the ceiling. She whimpered and squirmed and Luke kissed her soundly once again, enjoying all the little noises that only he ever got to hear. He heard her breathing change and his fingers moved faster fluttering along her insides and she kissed him fiercely reveling in how he made her feel. Moments later she reached a shuddering climax on his fingers and he broke the kiss to smile at her as his fingers slipped away. She made a soft noise of disappointment and he reached up, offering the glistening fingers to her, placing them to her lips. Amelia opened her mouth in surprise and he deftly slid his fingers into her mouth where she could taste herself. She made another small noise, but greedily sucked her juices from his fingers before pulling him in for a kiss so they could share the taste. Her own behavior shocked her a bit and it startled her into opening her eyes to find Luke smiling down at her. “Hello, Beautiful. Try to keep your eyes open for me. I want to see all of you.”

And he pulled her over top of him still kissing her and stroking her skin with one hand as he used the other to guide himself into her. She froze, not sure how her being on top worked so he took her hips and began to move her gently at first until she caught the rhythm of it, gasping as she did. “Oh. Oh, oh!,” came the nearly whispered exclamations and she lowered her body to meet his while still moving her hips and he held her close as she rode him. “Yes, my love, just like that. Let yourself relax and just move against me.” She nodded, looking at him as he had asked, although she could feel the blush on her cheeks.

Soon she was grinding into him desperately and her pushed her back up so he could tweak at her nipples with one hand, while grabbing her pretty reddened rear end with the other. She was crying out softly over and over and when he surged upward to meet her she shrieked and began to tremble as she felt an orgasm overtake her body. She never stopped moving, somehow knowing that would only prolong her pleasure. Luke groaned as his wife tightened around him and they both felt his own release. She collapsed against his chest, exhausted, and promptly dozed off holding onto him. What an evening it had been.

 

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Wicked Wednesday – 266 – Bubbles (A Champagne Night)

He toasted the empty room and took a sip of champagne the bubbles bursting to life in his mouth. He swallowed and smiled a rueful smile, letting the taste taking him back to what…twelve, no thirteen years ago. She had been exquisite, a brunette beauty with blue eyes and a voluptuously curvy body that drove him wild.

They met at an art exhibit and spent the evening talking. He took her home with him after they both had a few too many glasses of champagne. And they sat and talked until the sun came up. They found breakfast at a little greasy spoon down the street and went back to his house. Finally, he did what he’d wanted to do since the moment he saw her. His lips found hers and her tongue found his and he led the way to his bedroom.

He undressed her slowly, watching her face in the mirror, seeing her blush and then watching her try to hide herself in the mirror. “Why are you hiding from me, Gorgeous? I’ve wanted to do this since the moment I saw you at the gallery last night.” She shivered and uncovered herself and looked at his face where she could see desire etched there. It freed her, gave her confidence she didn’t know she had and ever so boldly, she kissed him her arms twining about his neck. Before long they were both nude and he never got an answer to his question but he did not care. Exploring the hills and valleys of her body with his hands and then his mouth left him breathless and needy.

She wriggled at his touch and let herself get lost in it. She’d never known someone could want her like he did, would touch her and taste her like he did. His lips found hers once more and his busy hands roamed her body, stopping to tug at her nipples until she moaned for him. He lowered his lips to suck and nibble at her, alternating between each nipple, leaving her gasping and breathless at the same time. Her hips lifted of the own according and she could feel him, how hard he was and she marveled that it was for her. No man had ever wanted her the way he seemed to. It inflamed her and she could feel her wetness gathering. She wanted him to taste her and fuck her and to be his.

Burning kisses trailed down her body and she sighed at them, her hands reaching out to touch him even as he pulled away from her to kiss her inner thighs. He looked up at her and she nodded an assent, spreading her legs further for him. And he feasted upon her, lapping at her wet pussy, sucking her clit, his hands in a death grip on her ample thighs. She bucked her hips up and he pressed his face into her harder, licking her and sliding his tongue in and out of her pussy as she rode his face to an orgasm; her first in many years. He slid back up her body and they shared a kiss, sharing the taste of her juices and she fairly purred at the taste of herself. She wanted nothing more than to return the favor and suck his cock, but he looked down at her, that desire increased and whispered, “I can’t wait anymore. I need you.” “Then take me.”

He pulled her up and they flipped positions so he could fuck her from behind, his hands on her hips or fisted into her dark hair and just holding onto her. She wiggled her delightful ass at him and he smacked it, leaving a hand print. She giggled and reached beneath her, guiding his cock to her. She took all of him in and squirmed against his body before he began to fuck her in earnest. She’d have bruises the next day from where he had grabbed her roughly or bit a little too hard, but she didn’t care. Just for today she was going to let herself be loved this way. They fucked hard and fast, no time for either of them to wait as, without warning, they came together hard and fast. Their coupling had been intense, the most intense for either one of them and they curled up together in bed, sweaty and messy, with the smell of sex hanging in the air. They both dozed in the late morning sunlight and finally she woke she find him deeply asleep. Slipping from his arms, she dressed and vanished into the sunlight shining through the front door. Hours later he woke and she was gone, no note, nothing. He spent weeks trying to find her, hoping to run across her again at every art exhibit he went to, but it seemed she was just gone. And he took another sip of champagne, letting the bubbles keep the reminder of his buxom beauty alive.

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Wicked Wednesday 264 – Nightmare (That’s Not How Good Girls Act)

“That’s not how good girls act, now is it Maria?” His voice was sharp and angry and disappointed. Maria hung her head knowing just how much trouble she was in. It was never good when Sir called her by her first name at home. And she also knew exactly what she’d done wrong. She had a feeling this punishment was going to be a severe one.

“So…my Babygirl decided to misbehave. Again. Breaking a rule that you’ve already broken how many times now? Three? And this makes four. What should I do with my little one?” Sir was thinking aloud just for her benefit she knew. She knew better than to masturbate or orgasm without his explicit permission, but sometimes she couldn’t seem to control herself. Maria knew right then and there that’ she’d better learn some more self control and very, very fast. “Sir, I’m so sorry Sir. I know I’ve been a screw up and you’ve been far more patient with me than I deserve. Tell me what I can do to make things right?”, her voice ended in a broken whisper as the gravity of the situation overwhelmed her.

Dominic shook his head at her, “No Babygirl, there’s no wiggling out of this one with a pretty plea to make things better. I think we need a more severe punishment this time. Go to the bedroom, strip, and be waiting on the bed.” She walked away quickly, not daring to be even the tiniest bit slow to obey and Dominic wandered down to the basement where he had hidden a purchase he had hoped he wouldn’t have to use on his precious girl. But at this point, there seemed to be no other option. She was going to learn to obey him and all of his rules.

Going back upstairs, he left the device outside their room, and walked in to find her waiting as he expected. “Good girl. Now, your punishment starts with a spanking. With the cane.” His Babygirl made a face at the idea of the cane, but readily assumed the correct position for a spanking. His hand warmed and reddened her ass and the backs of her thighs before he applied the cane, which came down with even quick strikes too fast for her to count. By the end of it she was already in tears and she assumed this was just the beginning. Sir helped her roll over and even on the soft bed she whimpered a little as her ass and thighs made contact. “Now, lay back Babygirl and spread those thighs.”

Babygirl did as she was told and Sir grabbed some lube, dripping the coldness of it onto her clit. She shivered, not from the cold, but from anticipation and he shot her an evil little grin. Immediately his fingers were there, touching her, tracing her skin, teasing lightly. Gradually his focus shifted explicitly to her clit and he rubbed and circled it and teased her until she was begging him to let her orgasm. He never stopped his ministrations on her clit, but looked at her, “No. You see, I’m going to tease you and touch you and torture you until I decide you’ve had enough, but you will NOT come. Understood?” She lowered her eyes and nodded miserably, “Yes Sir.”

Dominic inwardly groaned because this was torture for him too. He just wanted to fuck her and feel her clench around his cock. And he still might fuck her, but only because he wanted to come. He was very curious to see her reaction when he brought forth the last part of her punishment. Meanwhile, he inserted two fingers into her pussy, noting just how wet and ready she was. He wondered if she’d be able to help herself when his fingers hit her g-spot. Dominic began to stroke in and out over and over while he rubbed gently at her clit. Babygirl arched her back and began to beg again, this time her voice coming out in a rushed babble of words; he shook his head no at her and kept fingering her, kept teasing her clit. Now and then he reached up to pinch a nipple or caress a sensitive place before resuming playing with her rock hard clit. He knew this was truly torture for her, but hopefully she would learn from it.

Finally after what seemed like was hours to the punished sub, he stopped. Only to undo his jeans and smile as her as he slid his throbbing cock inside her pussy. “Remember, Babygirl, no coming.” Dominic began to fuck her hard and fast, taking his pleasure as he wished while his darling girl thrashed about on the bed, still begging for an orgasm, begging for him to come inside her. She was desperate at this point and knew she wouldn’t be breaking the rules again. Finally with a soft groan Dominic ground himself against her body, the touch setting her even further aflame and shot a load of come deep inside her. Babygirl could feel his cock twitching and the warm jets hitting her inner walls and wanted to squeeze down to make it better for him, but she knew if she did, she’d lose the tiny shred of control she had had left so she lay there, taking what he gave to her and waiting to see what would happen next. Her mouth was dry and her voice hoarse from the pleading and begging and she blushed at her actions.

Dominic pulled away from his lovely submissive and smiled down at her. “Go clean up.” She thought her punishment was over. He left the room for a moment to retrieve his purchase and waited for her to finish her ablutions. When she walked out of the bathroom he simply held it up. “Ohhhhh, no Sir, please no, not that…” Tears filled her eyes and overflowed down her cheeks. “I told you, Maria, that you would learn your lesson this time. Now come here.” She walked over to him chastised all over at again at his use of her first name and stood with her legs spread letting him buckle the chastity belt in place. “You will ask me to remove it to relieve yourself, but otherwise you will wear this from now until I see fit to remove it. Be a very good girl and it will be soon. Misbehave and you’ll wear it longer. Understood.” Babygirl nodded, her face a mask of misery, but they both knew she had to learn somehow. What she didn’t know is that Sir had plans to push her to that edge again the next night and perhaps the following one as well. She’d just entered her own personal nightmare.

Wicked Wednesday – 262 – Blinded (Gorgeous?)

“Hello, Gorgeous.” I looked at my partner, then glanced around wondering if they were talking to me. As we were alone together, it seemed pretty obvious that I was the person being addressed. I just shook my head a little and gave them a hug. I absolutely couldn’t see why they were calling me gorgeous so I dismissed it and moved on.

Instead of being upset or annoyed with me for not acknowledging what they meant as a compliment, they have only kept repeating that same statement to me, sometimes multiple times a day or with slight variations for the last five years. Maybe eventually I’ll get it. I’ll get out of bed one morning and look in the mirror and see what my partner sees. Or there will be some crazy transcendental moment mid-orgasm. I don’t know.

I do know that I’ve never considered myself to even be cute, much less words like beautiful or gorgeous, both of which I am frequently called by my absolute favorite person in the world. Instead I look in the mirror and all I can see are the flaws that make me so human and imperfect and what I see isn’t good enough. It never has been for as long as I can remember. In a world where looks appear to be valued over everything else, I was raised to be the smart one. And it taught me that smart girls/women aren’t pretty. We’re awkward and maybe a little ugly on the outside, but beautiful on the inside (where it counts.) Being fat as well means I feel like I have that hurdle to jump as well, but I can’t jump; no really I broke a bone trying track once.

So here I am, over 30, overweight, and left staring at a reflection that I just don’t see as positive. Granted I no longer see myself as overwhelmingly negative and sometimes I don’t even see myself in a negative light at all. So I might be making tiny steps towards progress if you can call being neutral about one’s own image progress. But that neutrality often leaves me feeling a bit blind, because I don’t really look at myself in a mirror unless I am deliberately searching for whatever flaw I might have, either real or perceived. Often, I wonder what is wrong with me that I can be so conscious of my own appearance that I can’t just relax and see the good things about myself.

Of course, then I tell myself that there is nothing good about my appearance and I move on to something else that nags at me or my self esteem or whatever. I’ve just accepted that I’m never going to be the “pretty one”; instead I’m considered smart and that is supposed to be enough in a society where the female form is supposed to aspire to reach unattainable heights of beauty that I know I will never see. And my partner always comes back to “Hello, Gorgeous.”

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Wicked Wednesday – 260 – 2517 (Bionica)

Beth was bent over the bed as Rafael fucked her. His hands held her hips hard enough to bruise and she relished the idea that his finger prints would be on her body the next day. Of course, when your husband was ex-military and had bionic modifications, it wasn’t hard for him to leave bruises that were a reminder of her humanity when she felt anything but human. She arched her back, pushing back against him, wanting more when he slowed his movements to a teasing pace. He grinned at her movements and pistoned forward on strong semi-metallic legs. Rafe could fuck her so good and she loved him not because of his cyber wear, but for who he was. He’d dated a few women in his past that were basically bio whores and would fuck anyone with mods.

But his Beth…she was special to him he thought. She understood him, understood the pain he lived with everyday. And he loved her enough to do unreasonable things for her. But right now she was squirming on his very human cock and begging him to fuck her. He returned to the present and held Beth down giving her the fucking she wanted, that she needed and his face was a mask of triumph as he felt her body convulse around him. God, it was good and he wanted to feel it again. He stepped back and lifted her up on to the bed on her knees. Following her onto the bed he stretched out and puled her to him. She smiled and kissed his smooth, warm lips. “Tell me.”

“I want you on top of me. I want you riding my cock. You’ll do that for me won’t you gorgeous?” Beth loved hearing it when he told her what he wanted, especially if that was for her to be on top of him and she happily obliged. She started slow, watching his face intently and smiled at him before her paced picked up to a pounding ride, one that he was enjoying as much as she was. Her second orgasm of the evening was close and Rafael lifted his hips to meet hers pressing hard against her. She gave an inarticulate cry and ground her hips against his as he shot his come inside of her. Panting she collapsed over his body and laid there for a long moment. Her voice, slightly metallic, came to him, “I love you.” He grinned and hugged her close. “I love you too.”

And she looked up at him, tears shining in her very human eyes, and knew it was true. He loved her despite her body, despite the faults she had. She’d never thought she’d find this. Who else, but someone like Rafael could know her pain and know what it was like. Only another person like her, damaged and broken inside and repaired outside. Hopefully her skin mods would be ready soon and she could at least pretend to be normal. But meanwhile she touched the coldness of her face and just sighed before laying her head on Rafe’s shoulder.

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Wicked Wednesday 259 – Space – (Looking Up)

They’d been friends for years and often shared late night dinners or just hung out with a cup of coffee and chatted. There was a time when both of their lives went sideways and she couldn’t be there for him as well as she wished, but he was still there for her. He always reminded her to look up, especially at night and see the wonder of the stars and space above us. It was always so vast and overwhelming and she was reminded she was but a speck of dust in the cosmos. Yet, somehow, she kept going and he was her best friend and support, cheering her up on bad days, cheering her on when she tried something new. They talked about their pasts, about the present, and about various plans for the future. One August night he suggested they go stargazing. She, who had never been, thought it might be a novel opportunity and was happy to indulge him.

The Perseid’s were bright and moving across the sky at an excellent pace providing plenty of chances to see them. She found herself wrapped in his arms as they watched and he pointed out different stars and constellations as well. A large meteor, a fireball, zipped across the sky and both of them gasped at the beauty of it. And he kissed her there under the stars, finally brave enough to act on what they both knew had been brewing all along. Her arms rested on his shoulders and she looked up at him, wordlessly, for a long moment before they came together in a gentle hug. It wasn’t closeness that brought them together after all, but space.

And in that space, they both found a love they thought they would never know, never get to share with someone, never come close to experiencing. Together they started a journey that hasn’t yet ended. Each year they try to catch all the meteor showers possible. Each year they grow closer. The space between them gives way to more physicality, but the space that brought them together is always there, high and vast and untouchable.

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Wicked Wednesday 258 – Long Lost Friends (Friends and Lovers)

Sarah moaned at the feeling of Geoff’s mouth on her pussy, licking and sucking and biting at her clit fiercely. Her hips arched and she orgasmed again, before falling back to the bed exhausted. She wiggled with delight, loving the idea that a man would fuck her and then go down on her. So hot! She wondered if he would be up for round two later, but right now nature was calling. She got out of bed and came back a few minutes later, opening a dresser drawer and grabbed a t-shirt to throw on for now. The pair curled up in the bed each lost in their own thoughts for a moment or two.

Geoff wondered how much longer things would last with Sarah and knew he wanted more than he could really have from her at this point with his work schedule and all, but he was going to take as much as he could get from the beauty in his bed. He was getting hard again just thinking about her long red hair and piercingly green eyes. She was definitely an Irish lass in the purest sense of the word and after meeting her it made him wish they had very different lives.

Sarah pondered the idea of just what Casey was going to think about this when they found out. She wasn’t sure how much of a reaction she’d get to be honest. Casey was usually pretty chill about things like this as long as it wasn’t too frequent. They could be rather possessive, which Sarah didn’t mind, but also having the freedom to go off on her own like this was nice. She missed Casey though. Her phone dinged on the nightstand and it was Casey texting her to met up at the bar later. Sarah replied excitedly, then turned to Geoff. “I have plans tonight. You’re coming with me.” Geoff laughed at her bossiness and agreed.

As they dressed later after another round of mind-blowing sex that had included Sarah’s first anal experience they chatted amiably about the weather and other mundane things. Sarah freshened her hair and make up, although she still looked quite fuckable to Geoff and it was all he could not to bend her over the dining room table for a quickie. “Oh the hell with it”, he muttered. He grabbed Sarah by the waist and pushed her to the table where he flipped up her skirt. She yanked her panties to her knees as he unzipped his pants and within moment they were fucking again, her breasts being pushed into the table, his hips grinding against hers. It took just moments for both of them to orgasm and then put themselves back together so they could leave for the bar that Sarah wanted to go to.

Walking inside, Geoff glanced around. It was just a quiet pub and Sarah’s face lit up as she saw a friend wave her over. She walked to the table with geoff intow who immediately recognized the pretty dark hair omen sitting there and smiled at her. “Casey, it’s been a long time.” “Yes, yes it has.” Sarah was a bit puzzled and looked from one of them to the other. “You two have met?” Casey nodded, “We went to high school together.” Geoff chimed in, “Yeah, did you know I had a terrible crush on you, Casey? I chased you starting our freshman year and you never noticed.” “Oh. Well this is a bit…well…awkward then. Geoff, I see you’re already acquainted with my girlfriend, so there’s no real need for introductions. Let’s have a drink shall we.”

Sarah sat in the chair next to Casey and gave her a soft lingering kiss. “I missed you,” she murmured quietly and Casey slid an arm over Sarah’s shoulders. “I missed you too, but I knew you’d come back my little bird. You always do.” Geoff cleared his throat awkwardly, “I’ll just go get drinks, what would you two like?” “Jack neat for me and Sarah will have a sloe gin fizz.” As Geoff walked away Sarah spoke to Casey, “I think he’s had a bit of a shock, even though I did tell him I was bi; I just neglected to mention that I was also quite taken by my favorite bad ass woman on the planet.” “You think he’s shocked? Honey, I never dreamed I’d run into him again much less know that my girlfriend had been fucking him. Did he treat you right?” “Yes Dear, he did. You know if he hadn’t I wouldn’t have brought him along; hell I’d never have even fucked him. Although I definitely feel a little awkward about it all. You know, fucking the guy that pined after you for years. Casey kissed her girlfriend again. “it’s OK. But I need to know if this is going to become a regular thing.” “No, its not, he’s only in town for a few days and after tonight I’m pretty sure he’s not going to want me back in his bed. Ours is more comfortable anyway,” Sarah laughed.

Geoff quietly watched the ladies while he waited in line at the bar and was slightly furious because Sarah essentially lied to him and because he now knew why Casey had never noticed him. It was driving him crazy and when he got to the bar he ordered the ladies drinks, plus a double scotch for himself. Juggling the drinks back to the table he sat them down before taking a seat himself. “So uhh, Casey how’ve you been the last few years?” “Oh you know, college, more college, bought a motorcycle and finally met the best woman on the planet.” What about you? “About the same minus the motorcycle and getting to keep the girl.” Geoff couldn’t help a touch of bitterness in those last words. He sipped his scotch, though he would’ve preferred to chug it and be on his way. Sarah sat just listening to the awkward conversation, feeling just as awkward as the other two. What next, they all wondered, what indeed?

Sarah moaned at the feeling of Geoff’s mouth on her pussy, licking and sucking and biting at her clit fiercely. Her hips arched and she orgasmed again, before falling back to the bed exhausted. She wiggled with delight, loving the idea that a man would fuck her and then go down on her. So hot! She wondered if he would be up for round two later, but right now nature was calling. She got out of bed and came back a few minutes later, opening a dresser drawer and grabbed a t-shirt to throw on for now. The pair curled up in the bed each lost in their own thoughts for a moment or two.

Geoff wondered how much longer things would last with Sarah and knew he wanted more than he could really have from her at this point with his work schedule and all, but he was going to take as much as he could get from the beauty in his bed. He was getting hard again just thinking about her long red hair and piercingly green eyes. She was definitely an Irish lass in the purest sense of the word and after meeting her it made him wish they had very different lives.

Sarah pondered the idea of just what Casey was going to think about this when they found out. She wasn’t sure how much of a reaction she’d get to be honest. Casey was usually pretty chill about things like this as long as it wasn’t too frequent. They could be rather possessive, which Sarah didn’t mind, but also having the freedom to go off on her own like this was nice. She missed Casey though. Her phone dinged on the nightstand and it was Casey texting her to met up at the bar later. Sarah replied excitedly, then turned to Geoff. “I have plans tonight. You’re coming with me.” Geoff laughed at her bossiness and agreed.

As they dressed later after another round of mind-blowing sex that had included Sarah’s first anal experience they chatted amiably about the weather and other mundane things. Sarah freshened her hair and make up, although she still looked quite fuckable to Geoff and it was all he could not to bend her over the dining room table for a quickie. “Oh the hell with it”, he muttered. He grabbed Sarah by the waist and pushed her to the table where he flipped up her skirt. She yanked her panties to her knees as he unzipped his pants and within moment they were fucking again, her breasts being pushed into the table, his hips grinding against hers. It took just moments for both of them to orgasm and then put themselves back together so they could leave for the bar that Sarah wanted to go to.

Walking inside, Geoff glanced around. It was just a quiet pub and Sarah’s face lit up as she saw a friend wave her over. She walked to the table with geoff intow who immediately recognized the pretty dark hair omen sitting there and smiled at her. “Casey, it’s been a long time.” “Yes, yes it has.” Sarah was a bit puzzled and looked from one of them to the other. “You two have met?” Casey nodded, “We went to high school together.” Geoff chimed in, “Yeah, did you know I had a terrible crush on you, Casey? I chased you starting our freshman year and you never noticed.” “Oh. Well this is a bit…well…awkward then. Geoff, I see you’re already acquainted with my girlfriend, so there’s no real need for introductions. Let’s have a drink shall we.”

Sarah sat in the chair next to Casey and gave her a soft lingering kiss. “I missed you,” she murmured quietly and Casey slid an arm over Sarah’s shoulders. “I missed you too, but I knew you’d come back my little bird. You always do.” Geoff cleared his throat awkwardly, “I’ll just go get drinks, what would you two like?” “Jack neat for me and Sarah will have a sloe gin fizz.” As Geoff walked away Sarah spoke to Casey, “I think he’s had a bit of a shock, even though I did tell him I was bi; I just neglected to mention that I was also quite taken by my favorite bad ass woman on the planet.” “You think he’s shocked? Honey, I never dreamed I’d run into him again much less know that my girlfriend had been fucking him. Did he treat you right?” “Yes Dear, he did. You know if he hadn’t I wouldn’t have brought him along; hell I’d never have even fucked him. Although I definitely feel a little awkward about it all. You know, fucking the guy that pined after you for years. Casey kissed her girlfriend again. “it’s OK. But I need to know if this is going to become a regular thing.” “No, its not, he’s only in town for a few days and after tonight I’m pretty sure he’s not going to want me back in his bed. Ours is more comfortable anyway,” Sarah laughed.

Geoff quietly watched the ladies while he waited in line at the bar and was slightly furious because Sarah essentially lied to him and because he now knew why Casey had never noticed him. It was driving him crazy and when he got to the bar he ordered the ladies drinks, plus a double scotch for himself. Juggling the drinks back to the table he sat them down before taking a seat himself. “So uhh, Casey how’ve you been the last few years?” “Oh you know, college, more college, bought a motorcycle and finally met the best woman on the planet.” What about you? “About the same minus the motorcycle and getting to keep the girl.” Geoff couldn’t help a touch of bitterness in those last words. He gulped his scotch before offering a hasty apology. “I…I should go,” he said and finished the scotch in another gulp before walking out of Casey and Sarah’s lives for good.

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