pretty heavy fantasy play over the past few months, daring each other to go a little bit beyond their comfort zones until they’d done just about everything on their lists. Their fairly vanilla lists, Will amended.
It was good sex, fantastic sex, but it wasn’t all that kinky. And they both agreed that the one thing they had always wanted to do, but hadn’t, was engage in some exhibitionism.
As far as fantasies went, it was pretty tame. Yeah, he watched some kinky porn from time to time—and what guy hadn’t fantasized about being tied up and fucked by two women—but he was secure in his fairly vanilla preferences. But when Melanie had confessed one night she fantasized about being watched? By another man? It had lit up pleasure zones in him he hadn’t expected to be lit up. He liked the idea a lot. A whole lot. But what could he do about it? He worked from home, his colleagues in different time zones. And most of his Phoenix friends had been his ex’s friends. Short of going out to a bar and picking up a stranger—which didn’t suit him or Mel—what could they do?
And then he’d met Judd.
Judd of the attachment points and bondage tape and sexy purple rope.
“You think she’s gonna go for it?”
Judd’s baritone cut through the commercial’s blare. They were sprawled on his worn leather couch drinking afternoon suds, watching the first of a doubleheader. Will glanced over and noted Judd was relaxed, legs spread, not outwardly excited about what could potentially go down tonight. It wasn’t like it was anything major for the guy. Some voyeurism. No big deal. Regular Wednesday night stuff. But for Will, it was everything. It was making Melanie’s biggest fantasy come true. Daring her to go after it with him.
And maybe chase another dare after that—because he couldn’t stop thinking about that rope.
They’d played around at light bondage before—silk scarves and loose knots, hands barely restrained above her head. More window dressing than anything. But Will could imagine her spread out on his bed, arms and legs held wide by the restraint of knotted purple rope.
Melanie had fantastic legs. Long and lean, honed by years of running. She’d be gorgeous—miles of pale skin adorned with intricate knotwork. The purple of the rope standing out in relief against her silky skin. Her legs trembling, muscles tightening as he took her up and up to the very edge of completion, then brought her back down. Denying her until she was frantic with the need to come.
“Maybe I should be more worried about you going for it. You chickening out, Harris?”
“Me?” He’d almost forgotten about Judd’s presence on the couch, so deep was he in the fantasy of Melanie and a length of purple rope. Breasts offered up to his mouth by a rope corset. And those luscious golden red curls of hers outlined by hemp.
Was it hemp? Was that too scratchy? Did they make rope out of cotton? There was so much he didn’t know.
Judd laughed and popped another beer. “Yeah, you. You look like you’ve been chewing clonazepam.”
“Naw. I’m cool. And I’m pretty sure she will. Go for it. Maybe not tonight. She was kind of weird in her last text. But I don’t think she’ll turn it down too long if she knows you’re offering.”
“Yeah, such a hardship.” Judd gestured with his beer. “Such a hardship to watch you fuck a gorgeous girl whenever she wants.”
And that was it, part of the nerves. He wouldn’t just be fucking Melanie. He’d be sharing her, in a way, with Judd. That excited him. And made him a little nervous.
Sure, she said she loved his dick and the things he did with it, but what if their experimentation in exhibitionism unlocked some secret place inside of her? Some secret desires and dares he couldn’t fulfill?
Some secret desires that Judd knew all about.
It hadn’t taken Judd long to figure out the arrangement he had with Melanie. If Will had known about the kinkmaster next door bit earlier, he
It was good sex, fantastic sex, but it wasn’t all that kinky. And they both agreed that the one thing they had always wanted to do, but hadn’t, was engage in some exhibitionism.
As far as fantasies went, it was pretty tame. Yeah, he watched some kinky porn from time to time—and what guy hadn’t fantasized about being tied up and fucked by two women—but he was secure in his fairly vanilla preferences. But when Melanie had confessed one night she fantasized about being watched? By another man? It had lit up pleasure zones in him he hadn’t expected to be lit up. He liked the idea a lot. A whole lot. But what could he do about it? He worked from home, his colleagues in different time zones. And most of his Phoenix friends had been his ex’s friends. Short of going out to a bar and picking up a stranger—which didn’t suit him or Mel—what could they do?
And then he’d met Judd.
Judd of the attachment points and bondage tape and sexy purple rope.
“You think she’s gonna go for it?”
Judd’s baritone cut through the commercial’s blare. They were sprawled on his worn leather couch drinking afternoon suds, watching the first of a doubleheader. Will glanced over and noted Judd was relaxed, legs spread, not outwardly excited about what could potentially go down tonight. It wasn’t like it was anything major for the guy. Some voyeurism. No big deal. Regular Wednesday night stuff. But for Will, it was everything. It was making Melanie’s biggest fantasy come true. Daring her to go after it with him.
And maybe chase another dare after that—because he couldn’t stop thinking about that rope.
They’d played around at light bondage before—silk scarves and loose knots, hands barely restrained above her head. More window dressing than anything. But Will could imagine her spread out on his bed, arms and legs held wide by the restraint of knotted purple rope.
Melanie had fantastic legs. Long and lean, honed by years of running. She’d be gorgeous—miles of pale skin adorned with intricate knotwork. The purple of the rope standing out in relief against her silky skin. Her legs trembling, muscles tightening as he took her up and up to the very edge of completion, then brought her back down. Denying her until she was frantic with the need to come.
“Maybe I should be more worried about you going for it. You chickening out, Harris?”
“Me?” He’d almost forgotten about Judd’s presence on the couch, so deep was he in the fantasy of Melanie and a length of purple rope. Breasts offered up to his mouth by a rope corset. And those luscious golden red curls of hers outlined by hemp.
Was it hemp? Was that too scratchy? Did they make rope out of cotton? There was so much he didn’t know.
Judd laughed and popped another beer. “Yeah, you. You look like you’ve been chewing clonazepam.”
“Naw. I’m cool. And I’m pretty sure she will. Go for it. Maybe not tonight. She was kind of weird in her last text. But I don’t think she’ll turn it down too long if she knows you’re offering.”
“Yeah, such a hardship.” Judd gestured with his beer. “Such a hardship to watch you fuck a gorgeous girl whenever she wants.”
And that was it, part of the nerves. He wouldn’t just be fucking Melanie. He’d be sharing her, in a way, with Judd. That excited him. And made him a little nervous.
Sure, she said she loved his dick and the things he did with it, but what if their experimentation in exhibitionism unlocked some secret place inside of her? Some secret desires and dares he couldn’t fulfill?
Some secret desires that Judd knew all about.
It hadn’t taken Judd long to figure out the arrangement he had with Melanie. If Will had known about the kinkmaster next door bit earlier, he
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