Ladies Who Lust: An Erotica Collection. Various

wife. Inappropriate, much?

      Greg gave me a wink. ‘Don’t worry about tonight. We all had a long drive. Bob and I are hittin’ the golf course in the morning. It’ll just be you girls. You’ll have a chance to get to know each other.’

      ‘I’m sure we’ll be bosom buddies,’ I muttered.

      Greg laughed. ‘Yeah, about that … I have the feeling she’s interested in more than talkin’ about the next ladies’ tea.’

      ‘What are you sayin’?’

      He arched a brow, devilment glittering in his dark eyes. ‘Just that I won’t consider it cheatin’ – but I do get to hear all the dirty details.’

      I scoffed. ‘Stop teasing. They’ll hear.’

      ‘Baby, I’m tellin’ you, she’s the one who put the bug in the boss’s ear to get us here. She’s the one who made our golf date. Miz Talbot’s been checkin’ out your boobs and ass all evening. I think she wants you.’

      I shook my head, my cheeks on fire. But I couldn’t deny something else was just as hot – now when I squirmed, rubbing my thighs together.

      ‘All the dirty details,’ he whispered.

      God, I loved him.

      * * *

      Dressed in a silk robe I’d found on a hook behind the bathroom door, I sat at the breakfast table with Tess. We waved through the window at the men as they climbed into Bob’s Beemer. The men smiled. Greg gave a waggle of his eyebrows, and then they were gone.

      When my gaze returned to her, she smiled like the Cheshire cat. ‘This is nice,’ she said peering at me over the rim of her teacup. ‘Just us girls. How ever will we entertain ourselves?’

      I bit the corner of my lip, a blush beginning to heat my cheeks, because she looked like a movie star, and her robe had parted, revealing a deep, luscious décolletage. I had a weakness for lovely bosoms, something Greg indulged with the porno flicks he brought home, featuring generously endowed women.

      Tess set her cup in her saucer and leaned over the table. ‘Do you mind doing something for me?’

      My glance darted up from her chest. Since Greg had been so adamant about his suspicions, I already had an inkling what would happen this day. I nodded, hoping my husband hadn’t been dead wrong. ‘What do you have in mind, Tess?’ I asked, keeping my expression open and innocent.

      Her lush mouth pursed. ‘I thought we might get to know each other. You’re really very lovely. So petite. I couldn’t help noticing. Do you mind opening your robe, my dear? I’ve been dying to see your breasts.’

      I cleared my throat. ‘My breasts. You want to see them?’

      ‘Yes, dear. Now.’

      My nipples tingled, beginning to slowly ripen. ‘Um, is my husband’s job at risk?’ I asked, my voice small and breathy. I glanced up from beneath my eyelashes, letting her know this was part of the game, something that pleased me, pretending reluctance because I wanted my sexual partner to be in charge.

      Her mouth twitched then flattened. Her chin rose to a haughty angle. ‘You don’t have to do a thing, my dear. However, you should know that when I’m pleased, so is Bob.’

      ‘Oh.’ I sank my teeth into my lower lip and let my gaze slide away. Then holding my breath, I leaned back in my seat and eased aside the lapels of the floral silk robe, one side at a time, holding the belt closed to preclude a view of anything farther south. The lapels framed my breasts. ‘They’re small,’ I said, feeling like I should apologise.

      ‘Your nipples aren’t.’ She rose in her seat and reached across to tug on a lengthening stem.

      I hadn’t expected her to be quite that bold. I drew in a deep, jagged breath. Arousal bloomed, dampening my pussy and likely leaving a wet spot beneath me. From her hard challenging stare, I didn’t think she’d mind.

      Her fingertips tightened painfully on my nipple, and she pulled, drawing me off my chair and around the table until I bent over her, breasts level with her mouth. She turned her seat to face me, then leaned forward and tongued the other nipple, which already protruded.

      Everything was happening so fast, all I could do was react. All thoughts of how I must look or sound flew out of my head. I gasped and whimpered as she twisted the one nipple and lavished its twin with succulent tugs and wicked flicks. My nipples drew tighter, dimpling, the tips elongating. Glancing down, I loved the way her mouth sucked on one of them like a straw, drawing so hard I felt the pull all the way to my cunt. I grasped the arms of her chair and arched my back to thrust my breasts closer, mashing the one she suckled against her face.

      Her chuckle was muffled and dry. When she pulled back, she raised a brow. ‘It’s quite warm in here. You don’t really need that robe, do you?’ she said, pinching both my nipples hard.

      I glanced out the window, at the long manicured lawn and the lakeshore that rimmed the edge. There wasn’t a soul around to see me as I eagerly shimmied out of the robe, letting it puddle on the floor behind me. I clasped my hands in front of my pussy, assuming a modest stance.

      Her gaze raked my body, lingering on my pussy before coming back to my face. ‘You’re pretty. I can see why Greg dotes. Do you lead him around by your pretty cunt?’

      I was shocked by her words, but not disgusted. Pleasure melted from inside me, glazing my inner thighs. ‘I like him taking the lead,’ I said softly, then, even softer still, I added, ‘I like it even better when he forces me to do … things.’

      She nodded crisply and let go of my tit. Her back stiffened as she faced forward again, pushed her dishes away, then tapped the table top in front of her. ‘Lie on the table, legs spread in front of me. I like a little marmalade on my muffin.’

      Dazed by the hard, commanding note in her voice, I found myself backing up to the table, giving a little hop that jiggled my buttocks. Then I lifted my legs and scooted toward her. Centred, I peered at her set expression through my parted legs and placed my feet on her chair’s armrests. Her features remained neutral, her eyes narrowed. Not until I was staring at the ceiling did I realise how eager I was, how completely and deliciously she dominated me.

      Cool gel landed on my mound, and I glanced down to where she spooned apple jelly onto my pussy – two large spoonfuls, which she proceeded to distribute with her long, tapered fingers. Sticky jelly cooled my swelling outer lips.

      ‘I like that it’s bare,’ she said, her voice uninflected. Then she bent and stuck out her tongue to lick at the mess she’d made. ‘I love jam on a hot, toasted muffin.’

      I bit back a smile, then jerked when she bit one lip. My pussy contracted. The point of her tongue burrowed into my entrance, and I forced myself to relax. She entered me, swirling inside and continuing to spread and demolish the cool jelly with efficient flicks and swipes.

      Her hands flattened on my inner thighs, and I realised I’d held them tensed until she forced them down. Fully open, wonderfully vulnerable, I lay on my back, thighs splayed as Tess bent over me, fully savouring her meal.

      Gone was the spoon. She thrust two fingers into the jelly and painted my labia again, then pushed the two taloned digits inside me.

      ‘Oh!’ I gasped, wondering at the proper etiquette. Should I moan? Thrash? Should I come? That question became more urgent as her fingers swirled, and her lips began to nibble at my clitoris. ‘Tess?’

      ‘Mmmm?’ she said, thrusting and sucking, her face disappearing from view.

      Lord, I was nearly done, overcome with the tension coiling deep inside my belly. I glanced out the window and had one last thought for any passers-by. ‘Tess!’ I came up on my elbows, and she slowly raised her head.

      Her mouth was covered in glistening jelly. Her lips were reddened, swollen as my cunt. ‘You shouldn’t rest your elbows on the table, dear.’