The Wives of Beverly Row 2: Lust Has a New Address (9 page)

He was looking at her breasts, concealed alluringly in the delicate black lace of her mother’s bra. He seemed confused somehow and she had no idea why.
Didn’t he want to make out with her
? She reached around behind her back and unclasped the little hook at the back of the bra. It fell down onto her lap and her modest little breasts were right there in front of him, entirely bare and exposed to Kyle’s gaze.

She had to seal the deal. She had to get Kyle to commit to her. She wanted him more than anything else in the world. She looked at him. She felt embarrassed, exposed, vulnerable. She’d put everything on the line. She’d asked him to go steady and she’d taken off her shirt and bra and now she was sitting there, topless in the full light of the living room, basically offering herself to him.

And he was hesitating for some reason.

“I want you to think of me as yours,” she said softly.

Kyle looked right into her eyes. “Oh, Becky,” he whispered. Then he leaned in and touched her lips with his. The kiss was so deliciously, decadently delectable. She opened her mouth and felt the soft wetness of his tongue enter her mouth. She touched it with her own tongue. Kyle’s hands came up to her chest and began to caress her breasts. He squeezed them gently, exciting her with his passion. She threw her head back. Kyle’s mouth went down to her neck, over her collar bone, his tongue caressing every inch of skin on her white, soft neck. She sighed in pleasure. Kyle’s mouth reached her nipples and he took one in his mouth. His tongue danced over the sensitive skin of her areola and the little pink bud of her nipple.

“Kyle,” she whispered.

“Becky,” he sighed.

He reached the elasticated waist of her shorts with his hand and pulled them down a little. He could see the black lace of her panty.

“You’re so hot,” he said.

Becky raised her butt off the sofa so that he could pull her shorts down around her thighs.

“Lay back on the sofa,” he said.

“What?”

“Trust me.”

She did as she was told. She prayed Kyle wasn’t about to have sex with her. She did want to have sex with him. She wanted to be his but not until they’d committed to each other more completely. This was too soon.

“Are you going to have sex with me?” she said.

“Do you want me to?”

She looked at him. She didn’t know what to say. She didn’t want to say no. “I’m not sure I’m ready.”

“Don’t worry,” he said. “I’m just going to pleasure you.”

“What?”

“Oral sex.”

“Kyle!” she gasped but it was too late. He opened her legs with his strong hands and then lowered his head between her knees. She was so shy, so embarrassed, but she was too timid to stop him. She just prayed he didn’t find something he didn’t like. She’d shaved her pussy but she had no idea if that was everything she was supposed to do before a boy went down on her. It wasn’t like anyone had ever explained all of this to her. She knew what oral sex was, but maybe there were some practical tips she’d missed out on.

Kyle licked the outer lace of her panty and she couldn’t help sigh in pleasure as the sensation of his tongue pressing against the lace flowed to her pussy.

He pulled her shorts and panties down over her ankles and let them drop to the floor. Now she was completely naked. She wanted to hide but there was nowhere for her to go.

“What are you doing?” she whispered.

“Relax. Trust me. You’re going to love this.”

He brought his face down to her tender little pussy and let his tongue run over the soft, pink flaps of her clitoris. Becky had never felt anything like that in all her life. She’d pleasured herself before and she thought she knew what clitoral stimulation felt like, but Kyle’s tongue moving slowly over it felt like nothing she’d ever imagined. It felt better even than when he’d fingered her. She sighed and she could feel her pussy getting wetter and wetter with juice and she prayed that she wasn’t doing anything wrong. She shut her eyes firmly and let her mind focus entirely on the sensation she was feeling on her clit.

Kyle’s tongue rolled down over the open mouth of her vagina. His tongue even slid inside her, deep in where his finger had been. Becky felt so much pleasure and excitement rushing through her body that she thought she might scream.

And just when she thought that she couldn’t feel any more pleasure, Kyle began sucking. He was sucking directly on her clit and it felt so good she wanted to explode all over him. It was amazing. She began to thrust her pelvis forward into his face, she didn’t mean to but she couldn’t help it. She wanted more, more pleasure, more sensation, more of the pure joy that was flowing through her vagina.

“Kyle,” she cried out but he didn’t stop.

Instead, he lifted her light little body with his hands and stretched under her so that his tongue could reach her anus.

Becky cried out as his tongue touched that most intimate, vulnerable, embarrassing spot on her entire body. But Kyle didn’t stop. It was almost as if he knew she’d be embarrassed but also knew how good it would feel. His tongue ran over her anus and she didn’t know what to do, what to think, what to feel. He lifted her up with his strong arms and kept licking her down there. All she could do was keep her eyes closed and let him do whatever he wanted.

Kyle’s tongue worked on her anus, flicking around it in circles, pressing on it with the tip. So much sensation filled Becky, she was gushing juice from her pussy, she was writhing in pleasure and ecstasy. She cried out in ecstatic, excruciating pleasure.

Her little body began to quiver and before she knew it she was convulsing in orgasmic spasms that rushed through her muscles and seemed to burst out of her nerve endings like electric shocks. She cried out as her body succumbed to the biggest orgasm of her young life. She had no idea what was happening. She screamed, she screamed out again and again and again and the orgasm just kept flowing through her veins like a river gushing after after a spring storm.

“Oh, Jesus Christ, Kyle, Kyle, Jesus, Kyle!” she cried out.

And then she collapsed. Kyle let go of her and she fell onto the sofa and couldn’t move. She felt as if she’d just run ten miles and literally couldn’t move her body from exhaustion. She’d never had an experience like that in her entire life.

“Jesus Christ,” she sighed.

“Did you like that?”

“Kyle, how did you know about that? Where on earth did you learn how to do that to girls?”

“I’ve got a secret source of knowledge,” Kyle said.

XIII

T
HAT NIGHT WHEN ARIEL GOT
home she thought about Gabe. For some reason she just couldn’t get him out of her head. All those years she’d been married to him, he’d been a terrible husband, and now that she was finally free of him, he was all that she could think about. How could he have gone through so many years of marriage without ever telling her he and his mother had been abandoned? His father had returned after three years but Ariel doubted that ever made up for the feeling of vulnerability and abandonment that had been created. She knew people carried secrets like that for years, sometimes for their entire lives. The things that happened when you were a young child had the power to completely shape your life.

It went a long way toward explaining Gabe’s behavior during their sixteen-year marriage. She didn’t want Gabe back, at least that was what she told herself. She never wanted to go back to the life she’d had when she was married to him. But she thought, maybe, if the opportunity arose, that she might just be willing to get back in the sack with him.

*

Z
OLA LAY ON THE COUCH
and waited for Jake to get home. She’d finally done it, she’d agreed to something she thought she would never in a million years agree to. She’d become a person she’d never imagined she would become. But what choice did she have? She’d done the one thing she could think of to bring Jake back to her. Sometimes a woman had to do
anything
for the sake of her marriage. She wasn’t doing it because she loved Jake and wanted to make him happy, she wasn’t doing it because she thought it was the right thing to do, she was doing it to secure her position, to make sure Jake didn’t kick her out and send her back to the poor, desperate existence she’d lived before she was married.

She’d agreed to be a
hotwife
. Just a few weeks ago Zola didn’t even know what a
hotwife
was. Once she realized that Jake was in to it, she’d done some research. And once she’d gotten her head around what it entailed, she’d finally submitted.

Jake’s car came down the driveway. She didn’t get up from the couch. She just lay there in her sweats and waited for him to come in.

“Hey, babe,” Jake said, a big smile on his face.

“How did it go?” she said. She felt like crying but she didn’t show it. She kept up her guard, kept on her brave face and made Jake believe that this was what she really wanted.

“It went great.”

“Is he interested? The contact?”

“I’d say he’s interested. He couldn’t stop looking at your picture. I swear, you’re going to be the hottest hotwife on the entire forum.”

Zola smiled. She pretended that was exactly what she’d wanted to hear. She pretended that there was nothing sweeter to her ears than the sound of her husband telling her that other men, complete strangers, random perverts off the Internet, were willing to fuck her like a whore. “That’s great, baby,” she said. “When are we going to do it?”

*

T
RUDY STOOD IN FRONT OF
the full-length mirror in her bedroom and admired her body. She still looked perfect. She was forty-two and could easily have passed for thirty-two, even twenty-two she liked the tell herself. She’d gotten such a thrill out of seducing Kyle. It had been so deliciously wicked she couldn’t even think about it without feeling a tinge of desire throb through her vagina. All those years she’d been married to an old man she’d never even imagined what she was missing.

She took off her underwear and looked at herself naked. She was looking at what Kyle had seen. She touched her clit.
This was what he’d wanted
. He’d eaten her like an obedient puppy, he’d done every single thing she’d asked. She’d dedicate herself to training him to do every single thing she could possibly desire.
He’d be her slave. He’d be all hers
. He’d do everything she made him do and he’d always come back begging for more. She knew he would. All she had to do was dream up the things she wanted him to do to her.

She rubbed her clit with her finger and thought about Kyle and all the deliciously naughty things she was going to make him do to her.

Who would have ever guessed life could contain so much sinful, delightful, delicious pleasure
?

*

“G
OOD NIGHT, HONEY,” VERONICA SAID
as Hank got into the bed next to her. He was wearing those same pajamas that reminded her of her father. Everything about him was so traditional, so utterly un-exciting. He kissed her on the cheek and opened his kindle. He was reading some business book that was number one on the Wall Street Journal’s list.

Veronica wasn’t interested in it. She turned off the lamp by her bed and curled up with her back to him. She pictured Matt’s face. She pictured what it would be like for Matt to stand right in front of her and tell her he loved her.
What would that feel like
?

She reached down under the covers with her hands and touched her pussy.
What would it feel like if Matt fucked me hard and long and rough
?

*

B
ECKY WAS IN A DAZE.
She’d gone to bed long before her mother came in from the restaurant. She lay there and replayed the events of the evening, all of the things she’d let Kyle do to her.
How had that happened
?
How had she even had the courage to let a boy do that to her
? She’d never even known that a boy could do something like that to a girl. She’d never dared to imagine a boy actually licking her asshole.

Did this make her a slut
? She didn’t care.
Was Kyle her steady boyfriend
? She didn’t know the answer to that either. But even that seemed not to matter as much as she’d thought.
What mattered, what really mattered, was that all-encompassing, over-powering orgasm
. That was what she wanted more of. That was what had caught her attention. And Kyle was the only one who knew how to give it to her. That was what she needed from him now. She needed that special pleasure that only he seemed to know how to deliver.

She wet her finger in her mouth and touched her tight little anus. That was where Kyle had licked her. She pressed her finger harder against it, letting it slip inside. She pushed it in deeper.
What was Kyle going to do to he next
? She couldn’t wait to find out!

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The Wives of Beverly Row
. It is an exciting and realistic exploration of the sexual lives of a group of Californian women. I hope you stay with me as I continue to explore the kinks and lusts that fuel the fantasies of the women in this series.