He had me in his arms holding me tight against him as I struggled to free myself. "Why are we doing this? What do you want from me?" I whined. But I already knew what he wanted. I knew but had to play the game. At least then, I could say that I tried to fight it.
I thought back to how I came to be here in Steven's arms.
Even though I'm married, and so is Steven, he had seen some submissive qualities in me, qualities he assured me he was going to exploit.
The first I knew of his sexual desire for me was over drinks. He told me that he thought I'd make a wonderful girl for him. "See what you do to me? he said taking my hand and placing it on his cock.
The way he'd taken my hand and put it there surprised me. An involuntary stunned reaction caused my hand to close, grasping what seemed to be a very nice cock. I pulled my hand away after I realized what I was doing.
"You're going to have that cock between your pretty lips," he smiled. "Face it, baby, it's a fait accompli," he said tracing my lips with his finger. "These soft plump lips are meant to be wrapped around my cock, johnnie."
I forced a phony laugh as if to tell him, "Forget it". A wide range of emotions tore through me. I was repulsed, stunned, and yet somewhat aroused by his boldness. The way he had just simply decided that I should feel his cock, the way he touched my lips. I thought then that it was the commanding manner in which he told me that it was only a matter of time. "You'll realize soon, just how much you want what I'm offering," that I found arousing.
"Steven, you're dreaming. You know Cindy is my wife, right? So, what makes you think I'd ever do anything like what you're suggesting?"
"Suggesting, johnnie? Suggesting? No baby, this is not suggestion. It's what I want and what you need. Like I said, sugar lips, it's only a matter of when and where."
Later, after some more of Steven's efforts to convince me that I would eventually become his sweet bitch, I left him at the bar and drove home. My insides were in turmoil.
Steven is an attractive man. Tall, at least 6' 3". Muscular and broad chested, he's what women think of when they daydream about sexy men. Many times, my own wife had commented on his good looks and dominant demeanor. "I wish you were more like Steven, johnnie," she'd say after we'd spent an evening with he and his wife, Claire.
A week after his first offensive move, Steven and I were together again as our wives went shopping. I was going to the kitchen to get him a beer the first time he fondled my bottom. I giggled and tried to swat his hand away as I walked. "Steven, you ogre. Stop that."
"You don't mean that, sweet girl," he said still holding on to my butt.
"I do. What if the girls come home and see us?"
It didn't occur to me that I had given my friend tacit permission to do whatever as long as we were alone. Mybe in my subconscious I knew I was stringing Steven along. I couldn't admit it to myself that his initial raid on my defenses against his advances had sparked some curiosity in me. I struggled to put the sensation of my hand on his cock fro my mind. I fought against getting an erection when I thought about the easy way he used his finger to feel my lips.
I considered saying something to Cindy, thinking that maybe her hearing that Steven found me desirable would give her second thoughts about me being more like him. I pushed that thought out of my mind figuring she wouldn't believe me.
The more Steven cajoled me, the more I strung him along. I thought it would be fun to tease him. I began to act effete in his presence. When he'd grab his cock showing me how hard he was for me, I'd look. I'd always look, enjoying his discomfort even as my own dick grew hard. Then, I'd giggle and walk away swaying my hips.
The day he came up behind me while I was standing at the kitchen sink was most memorable. I can still feel his rigid cock pressed against my bottom, his hands on my hips, the want in his voice as he whispered in my ear for me to stop toying with him.
I turned to face him. With Steven's hand still holding me by my wide hips, I looked up at his handsome face as we made eye contact. "This isn't right, Steven," I said with both hands on his broad chest, my breathing labored.
He was unmoved.
"Please, Steven."
"Please what, baby?"
"I can't, Steven," I pleaded. But this was a watershed moment for us both. "Please, no," I said even as I lay my face against his chest.
"You know what I want. Better still, I know what you want, johnnie."
"I do, I know what you want, Steven, honest I do. Just not now, please," But my actions said otherwise. Through its own volition, my hand moved down between us and I pressed the palm against his erection. He tilted my face towards his and I knew what was going to happen.
Just then, we heard the girls coming in at the same time and broke apart. "Don't want Cindy getting jealous," he smiled. But baby, this isn't over."
"I know," I sighed. "My resistance was crumbling.
The following week, pool side at Steven and Claire's, he swam up to where I was sitting on the edge with my feet and calves in the water. Steven put his hands on my thighs when the ladies were inside preparing lunch. "I love that your legs are so shapely and nearly hairless, baby. I can't wait to feel them around my waist as I make you a woman."
"Steven," I whispered looking around to make sure no one heard him. "Please don't."
"Don't what, baby girl? You don't like your daddy telling you how much he wants to fuck that fat pussy? You don't want to hear how good your lips will feel on my hard cock?"
I said I didn't want it to happen, but my dick gave me away. "I don't think I can do those things, Steven. I mean I have never been with a man."
His right hand left my thigh and flicked my boner that was obvious under my swim trunks. Maybe not, baby, but this tells me you want me."
"What are you boys whispering about?" Claire asked coming out with a tray of sandwiches.
'Just telling johnnie how cute he looks in his swimsuit," Steven answered as he swam to the side and rose up out of the water.
"Looks like you have a crush on him," Cindy laughed.
Steven's erect cock was clearly defined in the tight speedo he was wearing.
"Pays to advertise," he said toweling off. "Come on, johnnie. Let's eat."
I was glad that Claire had thought to put a plastic tablecloth on their patio table. No sooner had we sat and began eating when Steven put his foot in my crotch. His brazenness, the feel of his foot against my dick made me hard. I discretely put my hand down to push him away but instead found myself pulling his foot in tighter, shifting in my seat so that my erect dick rubbed against the sole of his foot.
"You don't have a problem with that, do you, johnnie?"
I'd been lost in my own thoughts and hadn't been paying attention. "Um, sorry hon. What was that?"
"Claire and I are planning a girl's trip. In two weeks, we're headed to the outlet stores in Ocean City. We're gonna leave Friday and be back by Sunday. We don't have any plans so if it's okay with you...."
"I'm cool," I said. "You two getting some early Christmas shopping in?"
"No time like the present. No pun intended."
"That will give you boys some alone time," Claire said. "Just behave yourselves."
Mid-week at the office, my secretary brought me a large stuffed manilla envelope addressed to me. While she was still at my desk, I opened it. Seeing what I knew to be something I didn't want her to see, I told her that was all.
When she was gone, I pulled out a red bikini panty with the note that was included. "Dear, johnnie. I know you want me as much as I want you. I'm sending you this gift which I just know will look so sexy on you. I know you want me but are struggling with your latent desires to be mine. The girls are leaving Friday a week. That gives you ten whole days to decide whether you want to be my girl or continue the charade you're playing, going through life pretending you're a real man."
My heart was pounding. My hands trembled as I continued to read.
"If you can find it in your heart, I want you to come to me next Friday, wearing my gift to you. If you choose not to come to me, I will leave you alone and my heart will be broken."
"Kisses"
"Steven"
I put the panty and the note back in the envelope and in my desk drawer in a panic. Steven had been coming on to me for months now and although I intended it to be a joke, I'd been teasing him, playing him along figuring he'd tire of his little game and move on to something or someone else. Somewhere along the way, I'd developed real feelings and a strange craving for he was offering. Yet I resisted the temptation to concede to my carnal impulses.
Now he was giving me an ultimatum. I could go to him or risk losing him forever.
The truth is that I'd been thinking of nothing else for the past several weeks. I could see myself in Steven's strong arms. I could smell his cologne, feel his hardness against my tummy.
I read and re-read his note to me several times that day and the days following.
I masturbated in the shower feeling first, exhilaration and desire, then, after my climax, shame.
I had no idea of what I was going to do and I guess neither did my dear sweet Steven.
