They took their tops off, even though it was dark, and ran up the stairs to Lola and Keith’s place, but found no Bacon in sight. Lola found the gym bag immediately, and couldn’t help but laugh at the variety found there.
“Let’s greet him with them,” Cherry said, starting to lay out a trail of toys from the front door to the bed with Lola’s help. “Save these two, baby, that’s what you’ll need.”
They raided the fridge and fed each other in bed; they raided each other and ate, and ate, until the entire apartment smelled like sex, and contentment. The sound of his key in the lock woke them both from their drowsy sexed-out sleep. Cherry jumped out of bed and covered Lola up with the quilt.
“You can’t be here!” Keith said as the tomato stood in front of him stark naked and greeted him with a kiss. But she felt for his crotch and he was already hard, so she only laughed and walked him carefully through the toy-trail towards the bed.
“Lola will come home!” he tried again, but she assured him that wasn’t a problem, and he began to lose track of his concern as she unbuttoned his shirt and kissed him again, hard. When he started moaning, she stopped undressing him, stepped back and said, “Bacon, strip.”
He stripped for her, quickly. Lola popped up from beneath the covers and stared. Bacon. Keith was tall and lean, and if Lola squinted at him just right he did look like a piece of bacon – hot, a little slippery, not necessarily good for you, but tasty.
“Lola!” He looked more than stunned, staring at the two voluptuous naked women in front of him, rather like he was watching both his wildest fantasy and his worst nightmare come true.
“Lola, get dressed,” he said in his firmest boyfriend voice, trying to regain some control over the situation.
“No,” she said, and it sounded like someone else’s voice, a strong voice, a voice that could stand up for itself anywhere in the world. “No, I won’t.”
“Don’t sweat, Bacon,” the tomato jumped in. Well fuck you, youll cook for us, well talk - grill you even, maybe. It will all become clear.
Keith smiled, then frowned, but Lola noticed that his cock never went down. “Lola, I barely know this woman… nothing she’s told you is true… you both need to get dressed, and she has to leave.”
“No,” Lola said, this time in the voice of a goddess, a voice that owned not just its sexuality but its freedom, its joy, and the strength of a dozen proud women. She brought out the lube and his silver rocket dildo and held them up to him with a sweet smile. “No. No more lies.” She moved towards him and spanked his ass lightly. Bend over, Bacon.
The Swing by Mari Ness
Hi. Ask a Nurse?
Great. You’re like totally confidential, right? Like, totally, really confidential? OK. OK. Yeah. Well, see, this is real embarrassing. Yeah, I’m sure you have, but I don’t know that you’ve heard this one. OK, OK. My wife’s hanging suspended from the ceiling, and, she, well, this is the crazy part. She kind, err, superglued her strap-on to her skin, and it’s starting to hurt her.
No, this isn’t an obscene phone call. Believe me, if it were, I’d be coming up with something a lot less embarrassing.
No, I don’t want to call 911.
I don’t exactly have a lot of clothes on myself.
Oh, that. Well, the thing is, I’m kinda handcuffed to this chair.
Yeah, you’re right. Maybe I should start from the beginning. How much of a beginning do you want?
Well, you see, here’s the problem. My wife is hot. Seriously, seriously, hot. She’s shaking her head right now at me, but I’m telling you, this woman is a fucking sex goddess.
Ma’am, believe me, this is relevant. None of this would be happening if she weren’t so hot.
So what this means is, I want to fuck her. All the time. I mean, constantly. And she’s fine with this, but she wants variety. Not just the same old missionary position over and over again. And I’m fine with that. But after a few years, when you’re having the kinda constant sex that I’m demanding, you’re kinda running out of positions on the bed, you know? Yeah, you know. So we’re thinking through our options, wondering what we can do to get the variety she needs. We’re not really that into, you know, sharing, and some of that S/M stuff – well, it’s all pretty cool, but some of it just isn’t, you know, us.
Oh, you do know how we feel. Good.
So anyway, we’re shopping around, looking for catalogs and stuff, when suddenly we find The Swing. Think capital letters here, ma’am. Really capital letters. The thing’s suspended from the ceiling, you see, and from it, either she, or I, can get into any number of positions that we could never reach on a bed. And the best thing of all – the thing can be raised or lowered even as you’re having sex. I’m talking hot. I’m talking the thing had me so hot that I had to grab her right then and there while we were reading through the catalogue.
Oh, that time was in the kitchen – her up on the countertop. Quick, hard, good. I’m telling you, this woman is absolutely something.
Well, yeah, I’m handcuffed to a chair right now, but that doesn’t mean I’ll say absolutely anything. Besides which, if you were looking at her right now -
Yeah, I’m pretty tall. But the thing is, you can do the same thing, if you just get up on a stool. I mean, my wife’s a bit shorter than me, so when we were going in the opposite direction -
Yeah, I’ll get back to the story. So anyway, we bought this chair. Pretty damn expensive, but what the hell – we could easily delay buying me a new car for another couple of years, right? I mean, the thought of having Janice in there – that’s her name, by the way, Janice – was just way too much to resist.
Oh. We bought it on the Internet. Amazing site, too. But you can find them anywhere. Another good thing – you can take the thing down quickly if, like, your mother-in-law’s coming by, or something. Although we hung ours up in our extra room – the one we told guests was, you know, just storage. Course, we did store things there – a spare mattress, a hardback chair, a softer chair, some little toys and all that -
Oh, you have one of those too? Yeah, great, aren’t they?
So anyway, we hang the thing up – having sex like three times while we’re doing it, cause, well, you know, it took some time to find a good stud to put a nail -
Yeah, okay, I’ll stop with the bad puns. So anyway, we get this thing hung, and it’s incredible. I mean, incredible. Once shes in it, I can do anything. I can pull her to any height I wanted, screw her up, down, sideways, you name it. She got me to hang in there a few times too, and let me tell you, the feel of her mouth on me when I was suspended – it took the whole concept of blow job to new levels. And the way she managed to angle me so I could watch every single moment of what she was doing – God, I’m telling you, it might be just as well that orgasms like that don’t come every day.
Most of the time, though, it was her up in that swing, hanging lusciously down, letting me fondle every single damn part of her skin. For the first time, I could take her from behind – I mean, really, really take her from behind. Pull her up to just the right angle for my knees and so that I could just reach the G-spot and make her start going really wild, you know. I could fill my hands with her while I pushed into her – God, I’m hard again just thinking about it.
No, I can’t do anything about it – my hands are handcuffed behind this chair, remember?
And she wore these great little silk things every time we used the thing – although to tell you the truth, since it’s just you and me and she’s over there suspended from the ceiling, I pretty much prefer her naked. I mean, she was meant to be naked, what with that amazing ass of hers. She’s got, let me tell you, the absolutely perfect butt. She keeps claiming it’s too fat, but I’m telling you, it’s incredible – rounded, soft, meant for fondling and gripping. Sometimes I think I married her for her ass. And now, with this thing, I could have as much of her ass as I wanted. I could have her dangle there for hours, while I sucked and nibbled, sometimes rubbing at her hole, sometimes fucking her with my finger while I nibbled around her butt. It was -