Justin lifted the veil up and away from Linda's face. She tipped her face back and Justin leaned forward. Their mouths met and then their bodies came together. Linda's hands were in Justin's hair, holding his head in place while her lips and tongue sought his, her body pressed up against him. Justin's hands slithered along the sheer fabric that covered her body, finally finding and gripping her ass. Patrick could see her legs parting and squeezing together around one of Justin's, could hear the soft noises she was making. Cassie was digging her nails into his arm, then he felt her mouth against his ear, unpleasantly warm and moist.
"You see," Cassie whispered. "She really wants it."
Linda's hands came down to Justin's chest and started tearing at his shirt buttons. His hands rose up and found the zipper at the back of her neck. Down the zipper moved, down to the base of Linda's spine. Justin stepped back and the dress fell to the ground. The candlelight danced on Linda's body, playing on the curves and concavities.
Patrick licked his lips. He'd seen Linda naked so many times, of course, but never like this. Her body, its secrets revealed in front of, and for the pleasure of, this other man. He gazed at her longingly. Her nipples, swollen and pink. The tiny hummingbird tattoo on her shoulder. And between her legs, tucked away behind the patch of pubic hair, the focus of so much delight for both of them. And now. For her and Justin.
"Just like the photo she posted," Cassie whispered. "All she's wearing are the veil and the shoes."
Justin was unbuttoning his shirt, kicking off his shoes. His chest was almost hairless and the muscles stood out and rippled as he moved. Linda reached over and ran her hands down his chest and his abs. Then her fingers found the zipper of his pants.
She leaned in and kissed him again, then sank to her knees, dragging down his jeans. His cock emerged, thick and suddenly huge, rearing out like an aggressive animal. The one-eyed head was purplish and swollen. A drop of pre-come glistened at the tip.
Linda ran her fingers along the shaft, looking up at Justin, and then down at his cock. She cradled his balls in one hand and rubbed the cock with the other, using the pre-come to smooth her strokes. She brushed back the veil that was again starting to slide down over her face and licked her lips. The candlelight shone on her face, throwing her cheekbones into shadow and glittering in her eyelashes. She glanced up at Justin one last time and then, so slowly it was agony to watch, she lowered her head and took him into her mouth.
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Patrick had been imagining this moment for a very long time. Early on, when they were just getting to know each other, there had been an evening when he and Linda had gone to a late show of a sexy movie. Patrick's memory of the movie itself was hazy, except for the heroine, who was beautiful and often naked, and her activities, which were uninhibited. He had his arm around Linda and a hand on her breast and she leaned her head against his shoulder.
Gradually a strange feeling stole over Patrick. Maybe it was the sexy movie, or just being turned on by being close to Linda in the dark, but he became convinced, for no reason at all, that the man on the other side of Linda had his hand under her skirt.
He tried glancing over without turning his head. but the angle was wrong. Was it true? Was this stranger slipping his fingers between her legs and touching her cunt? With all the moans and heavy breathing going on in the movie it would be hard to know if Linda was making ecstatic little noises of her own. She shifted in her seat and her legs moved - was she spreading them apart? Patrick turned his head and kissed her and, out of the corner of his eye, could see that she had her coat in her lap, covering her skirt. Anything was possible. The man was just a shape in the darkness, there was no way to see where his hands were. Linda gave him a languorous, sexy kiss and stroked the hand that he had on her breast. Were strange fingers probing her secret folds, feeling the warmth and wetness of her? Was she about to come with this stranger finger-fucking her?
He felt crazy for thinking such a thing but also... the thought was delicious. If the stranger's stroking brought her off while she kissed him, Patrick, how would that feel?
He told her about his crazy feeling while they were fucking that night. Not right out but like a fantasy. "I'm thinking about this woman at a movie and she feels this hand on her thigh." Like that. She loved it. The description of the woman coming with the stranger's fingers stroking her while she leaned against her boyfriend, whispering and moaning, finally shuddering, drove her into several rounds of pleasure.
But afterward, when he ventured that he found the idea exciting and maybe they could try it for real some time she'd been angry and hurt and he had backed off immediately.
But he kept thinking about it. If she went out for drinks with her girlfriends he thought about surreptitious feels and fucks in secluded corners of clubs. When she went on a business trip he thought about a woman who had found one of her coworkers irresistible or else mile-high club adventures in darkened airplanes. Of course, all of these had Linda in a starring role.
And he shared his fantasies with Linda. Cautiously at first, to see how she reacted but it turned out she found them pretty fun. Not as exciting as he did (they were his fantasies after all) but if he waited until she was really turned on to tell her a story (always about "this woman', never about "Linda"), they had excellent results - supercomes, Linda called them.
And Linda had kinks of her own. She loved to tie him up, for instance. He had never explored this side of things and found that he was a natural submissive. Tied down, spread eagled and naked, a blindfold covering his eyes, he would lick the pussy that she lowered on his face. There were experiments with butt plugs. Sometimes, she would declare a "Linda-week" when he would be forbidden to come, when his mission was to attend to Linda's needs and desires.
It all came together one evening when she was getting ready to go out for a girls' night. He was lying on the bed, watching her do her makeup, when he suddenly came out with it.
"You should tie me up," he said.
Linda had turned to look at him. "Tie you up?"
"Yes," he said. "While you're out. Tie me up naked."
She laughed, but a little uncertainly. "You're crazy," she said. "And anyway, it wouldn't be safe. What if the house burned down?"
"Leave one hand," he said. "That way I can get free if I need to."
She stared at him. "Why?" she asked.
"I think it would be fun," he told her. He stood up and pulled off his t-shirt and dropped his shorts. His cock was fully erect. He lay back down. "Come on," he urged her.
"I don't get it," Linda said.
"You're going to a club," he said. "There will be drinks and dancing and... I don't know."
"What don't you know?" Linda asked. "There's nothing to know."
"You said Chloe hooked up with some guy last time you all went out."
"Oh, that's just Chloe," Linda told him. "It's not like that, not... we're not out looking for guys, okay? That's not what it is."
He stared at her. "I know," he said softly. "But I still like to think about it."
"Me and other guys?" Linda was watching him carefully now.
"It's a fantasy," he said. "Please."
She tilted her head to one side. "Okay," she said. "Fantasies are fun." She got up and went to her dresser, came back with the restraints. She went to each bedpost and secured his feet and then his left hand. She pursed her lips. "You're going to spend the whole evening jacking off," she said. "And be all tired out when I get home."
"No, I swear," Patrick said. He brought his fingers to his forehead. "Scout's honor. I'll save it all up for you."
She shook her head. "Silly boy," she said. She leaned over and gave his cock a little kiss then straightened up. "Gotta run," she told him. "Have fun with the fantasies. See ya when I see ya."
She came back three hours later, swaying a little bit. When she saw him, she giggled. "You're still there," she said.
"Uh-huh."
"Didn't get bored?" she asked. She was standing next to the bed now, looking down at him.
"Nope," he said.
"What did you do all evening?"
"I thought about you," he told her.
"Mmm," she said. She looked thoughtfully at his cock. "Has he been like that all evening?"
"Absolutely rigid," Patrick told her.
Linda smiled and went over to her dresser. She put down her purse and came over to him with the fourth restraint. She fastened his right wrist. "I think you need to tell me about it," she whispered.
"You need to get into bed," Patrick told her.
Linda smiled. "That sounds like a good idea," she told him.
