A Few Good Fantasies (10 page)

He grinned. “I want to …” He hesitated. Then he said, “I want to fuck your breasts.”

Chapter 2

C
ARRIE’S PULSE JUMPED. Who was this man? And what had he done with her husband? They’d never tried breast fucking before.

“Do you want to try it?”

She looked at him, her lips hitching into a naughty grin, and she squeezed her breasts together. So far, their tenth anniversary celebration was turning out better than she ever dreamed.

He unsheathed his cock from cunt then scooted forward until his knees were even with her arms. He slid his cock into the tight space created by her pushed-together breasts. He braced his hands against the wall.

The intimacy of having his cock so close to her face was a little unnerving. His penis was so wet from her come that it was lubricating enough to slid against her skin. He started moving slow, but soon increased his pace, groaning and panting. Wow. He liked it.

“Carrie,” he managed through clenched teeth. “Let me come in your mouth.”

She wasn’t opposed to swallowing his semen, but it wasn’t something she often did, either. She was excited about making him go over the edge, about doing wicked things with the man she loved.

He stopped thrusting and pushed the tip of his cock against her lips. Pre-come pearled there and she licked the salty drop.

“Take me, Carrie.”

She opened her mouth, and allowed him to slide between her lips. She cupped his balls with one hand and curled the other around the base of his cock. She suckled his head while her hands stroked the hard flesh of his penis and the round softness of his balls.

“Yes!” he cried.

He pushed his cock further into her mouth and she clamped her lips around it. He jerked once, twice—hot come spewed into her mouth. She swallowed it with surprising ease, drinking from him until his cock stopped trembling.

Greg eased away from her mouth and flopped onto the bed.

“Wow,” he said.

“Yeah,” said Carrie. “Wow.”

THEY DOZED TOGETHER. Carrie was the first to stir awake. She kissed Greg’s jaw, dragging her lips down his neck then back up again. Her fingers curled around his cock and stroked. 

Her computer nerd sure was built. Brown hair lightly furred his pectorals and stomach. Because he spent hours sitting at a desk working on computers, he countered the lack of movement by running three or four miles every night.

With lips and tongue, Carrie worked her way to his pectorals, detouring to one coin-sized areola and its tiny, hard peak. She tugged it between her teeth, flicking the tip.

His eyes fluttered open.

She moved further down his chest, exploring the muscled ridges of his stomach with hands and mouth.

Slipping between his legs, she grasped his shaft and caressed it. His cock hardened under her ministrations. Cupping his balls, she licked and sucked his mushroomed head.

“Carrie!” His thighs tensed.

Her heart revved into overdrive as lust thickened. The musky scent of his sex excited her. She went down on him all the way, sucking his manhood as she fondled his sac.

Then she released his cock and sat up.

He looked at her, his expression pained.

She scooted up, pressing her knees on either side of his hips and guided his swollen member into her pussy.

Greg cupped her breasts, gently twisting her nipples.

Pleasure roared through her.

“Yeah, honey. Hmm. I love that, Greg.”

Sensations raced from her breasts to her pussy. Greg continued to play with her breasts as she moved back and forth, working his cock in and out of her pussy.

Carrie pressed her palms against his chest, and for a moment, she thought about what it would be like to have another man behind her, his cock plunging into her ass while Greg fucked her pussy.

The very idea of having two men seated fully inside her sent the first tingles of an orgasm rippling through her.

Greg released her breasts and grabbed her hips. He pounded into her. His eyes were glazed, his face tight as thrust toward his own completion.

He’s fucking me, too. You’re watching him and me and it such a turn-on. For all of us.

Her bliss erupted and her cunt convulsed so hard, his cock slipped out. She rubbed her pussy over and over on his shaft. All the while she thought about the mystery man who would plow her rear and she felt the rise of another orgasm. God! Yes!

“I’m coming!” His groan intertwined with her low cries, and then he was ejaculating, his come spurting onto his stomach. She went over the edge again, her whole body aflame as she rode a second wave into bliss.

When she opened her eyes, she found Greg studying her face.

“Why do you close your eyes?” he asked. “What do you think about?”

“I think about the way you make me feel.” Guilt stabbed her because she knew that wasn’t the right answer. Greg was very intuitive. He knew something was up. But he was also patient. He would wait for her to reveal her secrets.

She rolled off onto the bed and took his hand in hers. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.” He looked at the digital clock on the nightstand. “We better take showers and get going. Dinner’s in an hour.”

I
N THE BATHROOM, Carrie finished layering on her mascara. After putting on her red lipstick, she considered herself critically in the mirror.

Her blonde hair was worn in a page-cut that highlighted her angular face. She had decent cheekbones and cornflower blue eyes, but she’d always felt her lips were too thin and her forehead a touch too wide. Her bangs dealt with that imperfection.

She considered the rest of the package. A few inches over five feet, she had decent legs and a nice rack, if she did say so herself. Her red dress was strapless and stopped mid-thigh. She didn’t need a bra with it since the top had built-in support.

Her high heels had straps that tied around the ankles. They gave her three more inches, too.

The only jewelry she wore were the diamond stud earrings Greg had given her for Christmas and her princess-cut diamond wedding ring.

“You look beautiful.”

Smiling, Claire turned to her husband, who lounged against the doorway. Greg had once described himself as unremarkable, but she found him adorable. The facial features he called average, she thought of as handsome. The brown eyes he called dishwater dull, sparkled like amber to her. His dark hair was naturally curly, so he kept it short, but not too short. She loved running her fingers through it.

He’d opted for contacts, but she thought his glasses made him look really cute. She loved her gorgeous nerd. He wore a nice white dress shirt tucked into a pair of black dress pants. His shoes were also black and shiny. His jacket was draped over his arm.

“Are you ready, honey?”

“Yes,” she said. “Let’s go.”

“I
THOUGHT WE were going to dinner,” said Carrie. They’d taken the elevator to the top floor. She thought there would be some kind of expensive restaurant, but instead, the doors opened into a very luxurious penthouse suite.

They stood in the marble foyer. Greg held her hand tightly and made no move to venture further into the space. Was it just her or did he seem nervous?

“Good evening, Mr. and Mrs. Tremont.”

Carrie turned to greet the clone of Brad Pitt. She stared at him, dumbfounded. He was gorgeous—the kind of gorgeous that belonged on a movie screen. He wore his blond hair short and spiked. His eyes were a brilliant green. But he had the square jaw, the chiseled good looks of GQ models and soap opera stars. He was dressed in a tuxedo that fit his broad shoulders very well.

He shook hands with Greg. Then he reached out and took Carrie’s hand, which he kissed. “I’m Marc.”

“And you’re a waiter?” asked Carrie, confused.

He flashed a devastating grin. “No, Mrs. Tremont. I’m your anniversary present.”

Chapter Three

C
ARRIE LOOKED AT her husband. “You’re giving me a waiter?”

Greg smiled, but his eyes seemed filled with doubt. “I’m giving you a threesome.”

Carrie’s mouth dropped open. She turned a wide gaze to her husband. Her heart skipped a beat.

“I’ll go check on the champagne,” said Marc. “Join me in the living room when you’re ready.”

He left them alone, but Carrie barely noticed. Her knees had gone watery. “You’re giving me
what
?”

“I overheard your conversation with Shelley. I know our sex life isn’t all that exciting. It’s been stressful for you. You gave up your career to stay home with the boys. My hours are crazy and I have to travel all the time. God, Carrie, I love you so much. I want to give you the world.”

“I have you and the boys,” she said softly. “That’s what is important to me.”

“I know.” He looked at her, his brown eyes shining with passion. “Let me make your fantasy come true.”

“Are you sure?” she asked. Her belly whirled in anticipation. “Because I would never jeopardize what we have together for some sexual exploit. I can live without a threesome, but I can’t live without you.”

Greg cupped her face and looked in her the eyes. “I want this for you, for us.” He kissed her. “Happy anniversary, honey.”

C
ARRIE WAS TOO nervous to eat, though there was a sumptuous spread laid out in the dining room. Her hunger was building, but it wasn’t the kind of hunger that would be assuaged by pate and caviar.

Marc was definitely a roll-with-the-punches kind of guy. He merely pointed her into the bedroom with its four-poster bed and asked her to get undressed.

Greg stayed in the living room.

“Lie on the bed and close your eyes,” said Marc.

“I’ve never done anything like this. Neither has Greg.”

“He wants to give you pleasure, Carrie. We both do. But first we have to see how compatible we are. Greg knows the procedures. It was all outlined when he bought the package.”

“Okay.” Carrie took off her clothes and high heels. She still couldn’t believe Greg had hired a man to help him fuck his wife. Love mixed with excitement, with doubt. Would he regret sharing her? Or would this be an once-in-a-lifetime experience that brought them closer together?

She crawled into the huge bed, settled against the pillows. Giddy with the prospect of what was about to unfold, she lay on her bed naked, and luxuriated in the soft sheets.

She closed her eyes.

Marc wasted no time, she’d give him that. After a few moments where she heard the whispers of discarded clothing, she felt the bed dip under his weight.

He straddled her and her eyes flew open. Her heart pounded erratically. He was Adonis personified—muscled, tanned, hairless. Did he wax?
Focus, Carrie.
Holy God! His cock was huge and the damned thing wasn’t even hard yet.

It all felt so surreal.

“Close your eyes, Carrie.”

Her eyes fluttered closed again.

His hands stroked her breasts, cupping and molding. Her nipples puckered, aching to be touched, to be kissed. He circled on finger around her areola, teasing her nipples with the brush of his fingertips.

“I want to taste you,” he whispered. “Is that okay?”

“Please.”

Her nipples were hard, aching points. His lips closed over one taut peak. He suckled, his tongue swirling against the sensitive flesh.

A low moan rose from her throat as hot desire speared her. He cupped her other breast and used his tongue to torment it. Moisture seeped from her pussy, which pulsed in invitation.

“I don’t know about you,” she managed. “But I think we have heat.”

“Me, too.” He scooted lower. His lips pressed against her quivering stomach muscles and his tongue traced an invisible line to her navel.

Carrie felt submerged in desire. Her pussy convulsed, trembled. Marc’s hands coasted to her hips, his mouth nibbling to the edge of her pussy. He was so close to her clit.

His tongue wiggled down her slit and his soft lips dragged sensually across her swelling flesh. He encircled her entrance, teasing her ruthlessly. Then, to her shock, he licked the bit of flesh between her anus and vagina.

Her breathing went erratic and her body went hot and tingly.

He grabbed her buttocks and pushed her legs up. Then he pressed his mouth against her clit. His hot breath ghosted over the sensitive nub.

Carrie shuddered.

His tongue began stroking her clit in a rhythm that drove her wild. Just as she felt the rise of an orgasm, the bastard stopped.

Once again, her eyes flew open. What the hell was it with men and their bad timing? Sheesh!

She swallowed her protests. Here she was with another man, enjoying his lovemaking. Guilt assailed her, even though Greg had given her this gift.

“Relax,” he murmured. “Your husband will join us soon.”