worn the clips. Jack slipped the tiny loop over her
nipple, holding the tip gently as he snugged the ring tight.
“Okay?”
Instantly she was right back at the line between
pleasure and pain, and she arched toward him, offering him her breast. God, she
need his touch, needed more. Jack bent to take her unadorned nipple into his
mouth, suckling her. She felt him everywhere, in her throbbing nipples, swollen
aching clit and deep inside the hungry empty center of herself. But before she
could sink her fingers into his hair and pull him tight against her breast, he
was pulling back and slipping the other loop on her still wet nipple. She let
out a disappointed whimper that died in her throat as he turned her to face the
mirror.
The woman that stared back at her looked like some
kind of sex goddess. Crystal beads decorated her painfully erect nipples and
matching crystals dangled between her shaved lips. Her naked pussy glistened,
slick, wet and ready to be fucked. Her belly may not be flat, but she looked
more like a porn star than someone’s mother. Jack stood behind her, staring at
her reflection like she was something delicious to eat and he couldn’t get
enough. The way he looked at her combined with her own reflection made her feel
brazen and wanton. It was a new feeling for her and one she wanted to explore.
Christine reached up to tangle her fingers in Jack’s hair. They both watched as
the tiny bell and crystal beads swung from her nipple. Jack pressed his hard
cock against her bottom.
“Let’s go out.”
~~~~~
He still couldn’t believe she wanted to go out. His
Chrissy wanted to take her body jewelry for a test drive. He’d created a sexual
monster, and now he had no idea what to expect. He wasn’t arrogant, but he was
used to getting attention from the opposite sex. Plenty of women at work
flirted with him, and his wedding ring seemed to encourage them.
He wasn’t used to Chrissy getting that kind of
attention, and he didn’t think that she was either. It wasn’t that she wasn’t
attractive; she was. It’s just that mother was probably the first thing people
thought of when they saw her. That wasn’t what they’d be thinking tonight.
Her dark curls ringed her face in a sexy bed-head kind
of way, and she’d freshened up her fuck me red lipstick. The jeweled clips made
her nipples stand out, clearly visible even under her dress and bra. He knew
she didn’t have on any panties.
When he’d seen her standing in her garter belt,
stockings and heels, with the black lace framing her shaved pussy and the
jewelry winking at him from between her wet lips, he’d begged her to leave them
off. Hell, he’d begged her to let him fuck her, but she’d said later, left her
panties off and slipped into her dress.
Watching her standing in the elevator on those heels
that made her legs look miles long with her curves draped by her red dress, he
was starting to question that decision.
Except for her nipples which stood out, begging for
attention, there was no way for anyone to know what she had or didn’t have on
under her dress. But he knew it, and it had him shifting around in his
increasingly tight pants. He’d spent so much of the day hard; he was starting
to feel like an erectile dysfunction commercial.
In case of erections lasting longer than four
hours…
He wasn’t the only man his wife would be making hard
tonight. Maybe it was some kind of pheromones. He had no idea. They might not
be able to tell what she wore under her dress, but any man who looked at her
was going to be thinking about sex. Lips parted and swollen from his kisses,
cheeks flushed, she looked luscious. A man could lose himself in all her soft
open warmth.
Shit.
He clenched the fist that rested on the small of her
back. He was jealous. He couldn’t stand the idea of taking her out where other
men would see her and want her. God, he felt like a cavemen. He wanted to throw
her over his shoulder, haul her back upstairs
nipple, holding the tip gently as he snugged the ring tight.
“Okay?”
Instantly she was right back at the line between
pleasure and pain, and she arched toward him, offering him her breast. God, she
need his touch, needed more. Jack bent to take her unadorned nipple into his
mouth, suckling her. She felt him everywhere, in her throbbing nipples, swollen
aching clit and deep inside the hungry empty center of herself. But before she
could sink her fingers into his hair and pull him tight against her breast, he
was pulling back and slipping the other loop on her still wet nipple. She let
out a disappointed whimper that died in her throat as he turned her to face the
mirror.
The woman that stared back at her looked like some
kind of sex goddess. Crystal beads decorated her painfully erect nipples and
matching crystals dangled between her shaved lips. Her naked pussy glistened,
slick, wet and ready to be fucked. Her belly may not be flat, but she looked
more like a porn star than someone’s mother. Jack stood behind her, staring at
her reflection like she was something delicious to eat and he couldn’t get
enough. The way he looked at her combined with her own reflection made her feel
brazen and wanton. It was a new feeling for her and one she wanted to explore.
Christine reached up to tangle her fingers in Jack’s hair. They both watched as
the tiny bell and crystal beads swung from her nipple. Jack pressed his hard
cock against her bottom.
“Let’s go out.”
~~~~~
He still couldn’t believe she wanted to go out. His
Chrissy wanted to take her body jewelry for a test drive. He’d created a sexual
monster, and now he had no idea what to expect. He wasn’t arrogant, but he was
used to getting attention from the opposite sex. Plenty of women at work
flirted with him, and his wedding ring seemed to encourage them.
He wasn’t used to Chrissy getting that kind of
attention, and he didn’t think that she was either. It wasn’t that she wasn’t
attractive; she was. It’s just that mother was probably the first thing people
thought of when they saw her. That wasn’t what they’d be thinking tonight.
Her dark curls ringed her face in a sexy bed-head kind
of way, and she’d freshened up her fuck me red lipstick. The jeweled clips made
her nipples stand out, clearly visible even under her dress and bra. He knew
she didn’t have on any panties.
When he’d seen her standing in her garter belt,
stockings and heels, with the black lace framing her shaved pussy and the
jewelry winking at him from between her wet lips, he’d begged her to leave them
off. Hell, he’d begged her to let him fuck her, but she’d said later, left her
panties off and slipped into her dress.
Watching her standing in the elevator on those heels
that made her legs look miles long with her curves draped by her red dress, he
was starting to question that decision.
Except for her nipples which stood out, begging for
attention, there was no way for anyone to know what she had or didn’t have on
under her dress. But he knew it, and it had him shifting around in his
increasingly tight pants. He’d spent so much of the day hard; he was starting
to feel like an erectile dysfunction commercial.
In case of erections lasting longer than four
hours…
He wasn’t the only man his wife would be making hard
tonight. Maybe it was some kind of pheromones. He had no idea. They might not
be able to tell what she wore under her dress, but any man who looked at her
was going to be thinking about sex. Lips parted and swollen from his kisses,
cheeks flushed, she looked luscious. A man could lose himself in all her soft
open warmth.
Shit.
He clenched the fist that rested on the small of her
back. He was jealous. He couldn’t stand the idea of taking her out where other
men would see her and want her. God, he felt like a cavemen. He wanted to throw
her over his shoulder, haul her back upstairs
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