The Empty Nest(closed)

[cnuveau]

A grin crossed Jarrod’s lips when Cara asked her follow-up question. If he was honest with himself he was hoping she would express a need for that that he could help her with.

“It absolutely can be.” He said stepping closer to her then reaching out to caress her breasts. After all, it’s hard to meditate when your mind is so sharply focused on your body.”

As he fell silent he gave her nipples a shape squeeze causing Cara to gasp sharply and her body to jump.

“Is that what you want now?” He asked as a hand moved to the waist of his pants then pressed them down exposing his already hard cock. Jarrod’s fingers wrapped around it stroking it slowly as he guided it towards Cara’s lips.

It was line he’d crossed before but with Cara, he found himself wanting it more than he could ever remember.

“Is this what you want?” He asked as he traced the head across her lips.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

His touch left a trail of fire inside her that spread to her stomach and lower. The tweak to her nipples would have made her jump if it weren’t for the fact she was solidly tied up.

“Is that what you want now?”

She was wondering how to answer that as her eyes followed his movements. His hardened cock made her mouth go dry. Oh, dear heavens. She thought she was still pretty much in control of herself, even though watching him pump his cock slowly made that more difficult, but when he guided the head to her lips, moving across them, her control was a thing of the past.

“Is this what you want?”

Her answer was simple and silent. Cara’s tongue snaked out of her mouth and brushed against the warm silkiness of his cock head. Her soft moan was audible throughout his studio. She could feel her pussy throbbing and the heat in her lower belly spreading throughout her body. There wasn’t one orifice in her body that didn’t want him filling it.

“Yes, please, Master Jarrod.”

She whispered in desperate need against his warm, pulsing cock head. Cara knew it was wrong. She had promised Bill. All that flew out of her head as she hung there, naked, in front of Jarrod. There had been a pull between them since they met the other day. Now, nothing else existed for her but the man standing directly in front of her, cock in hand and teasing her with it.

 

[cnuveau]

Jarrod heard the need in her voice. It was the same need he'd been trying to deny in himself since she walked through the door but he'd long since past the point of being able to control it. He let out a long breath as her tongue snaked from between her lips and across the head of his cock. His hand cradled Cara's cheek, brushing his thumb across her lower lip then guiding it open to receive him.

Jarrod closed his eyes and his head fell back as the head passes between her lips. His fingers closed around the rope encircling her breasts to steady her body as his hips rocked in a slow steady rhythm sending his cock deep into her mouth. His desires quickly reach a fevered pitch causing him to withdraw from the sensation of her soft lips to circle around her.

Jarrod stepped between her bound, outstretched legs and teased the head of his cock along her damp folds before spreading them wide and guiding himself into her. Every nerve alive, he gripped the ropes that bound her waist and pulled her to him sending his cock deep inside her. His pace steadily built as his thrusts met the motion of her body shifting every so subtly back and forth as he pulled her to him. The sounds of her wetness and his hips slapping loudly against her echoed through his studio as the tension within him started to build.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

His touch was gentle as his hand cupped her cheek, his thumb erotically passing across her lower lip before pressing it open so he could direct his cock into the interior warmth of her mouth. The silkiness of his skin slid across her tongue, pressing to the back of her mouth. She closed her lips around him and made a soft smothered sound in her throat as his hips pressed his lengthy hardness as deeply as it could go. Her tongue caressed the underside of his cock as he bucked back and forth but before too long, he tore himself free of her mouth. She felt…. disappointed. Not for long however. Cara felt him move then felt the head of his cock press between her legs. He teased her a bit before she felt him glide between them. The moment she felt him enter her, she came. Her interior muscles clamped down on him as he pushed inward. The next thing she knew, he was rocking her body to and fro by using the ropes that bound her. The sound of them having heated sex filled the room accompanied by her soft moans of extreme pleasure.

At first, he was simply filling her, burying himself to the root. She could feel him pulsing inside of her. It made her clench around him, making her muscles ripple along his length. Her body swung outward and came back against him with a soft thud which made her gasp as he sunk in, hitting her back wall. All she could do was hang there. There was no capacity for her to move at all. She was hanging there for him to use as he wished. Her harsh breathing also filled the studio along with the wet slapping sounds of her arousal as she smacked back into his braced body. Her body was building for another orgasm. This one was far more explosive than the one she experienced when he first entered her. The smell and sounds of them having sex filled her nostrils and ears, making her quiver.

Cara could feel the sexual heat and tension roil in her lower belly, spreading like wildfire throughout her body. Everything was building but she wasn’t prepared for how hard it suddenly hit her, making her scream softly. There were penlights of color flashing in her brain and behind her closed eyelids as Jarrod continued to pound into her. Harder and harder. Faster and faster. Her body stiffened as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. Her body uncontrollably quivering.

 

[cnuveau]

Jarrod felt Cara's muscles begin to flutter around him signaling she was about to come again and it sent him quickly following her over the edge. Letting out a loud groan he slammed deep inside her then shuddered as he mouth fell open and streams of his seed filled her.

There bodies fell still as their chests heaved, gasping for breath. Slowly Jarrod withdrew from her, causing his deposit to spill from her and trickle down onto the floor, then rounded her again to lean down and kiss her tenderly.

"Now that your mind is clear, this can be the best time to meditate." he said softly before retreating to a chair behind her to give her a few moments before bringing her down.

After giving her a few moments of relaxation he slid the table back beneath her then lowered her onto it and began the process of releasing her from her intricate bindings.

"I hope it was everything you hoped it would be. I'd love to work with you again." he said as she stepped down from the table.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

"Now that your mind is clear, this can be the best time to meditate."

Was her mind clear or was it just sexually exhausted? Cara smiled to herself, letting her eyes fall closed. Jarrod was someone beyond her wildest dreams. She felt herself relax and her mind drift. It was calming. All too soon Jarrod was moving about. She felt the table under her and he was undoing the ropes that bound her. Sitting up on the edge of the table, Cara flexed her muscles. Peace and serenity continued to flow through her. Jarrod offered her a hand when she was ready to step down.

"I hope it was everything you hoped it would be. I'd love to work with you again."

Cara smiled mischievously. Standing on tiptoe, she leaned in to kiss his cheek before getting dressed.

“I love how you work, Master Jarrod. I’ll call you.”

She wasn’t sure exactly when she had made up her mind to see him again, but obviously she had. It was only when she got out to her car and sat there a moment, did the enormity of what she had done slammed into her and guilt along with it. What good were her promises if she couldn’t keep them? How was she going to explain herself to Bill? Or would she even tell him? It didn’t seem right to keep secrets from him. All the way home she silently kept debating with herself.

As Cara pulled into the driveway, she shut off the engine and stared out the windshield. Maybe this was something she wouldn’t share with Bill. She didn’t regret her time today with Jarrod. Clearly, the pull between them was evident. Nothing serious, however. She loved her husband. Jarrod was simply just a wonderful distraction she felt she could indulge in.

 

[cnuveau]

Bill came home to an empty house with flowers in and wondering where Cara was. He knew she was off today and it was a day off she desperately needed given how things had been going for her at the office lately. After filling a vase he placed the flowers in them then made his way to their room to change into something more comfortable before getting dinner started.

As he started to prep vegetables the thought crossed his mind that she’d been called in to the office. He hoped that wasn’t the case because he knew she’d come home irritated that they interrupted her day off. Maybe she hit the spa. He thought, coming up with more optimistic scenarios.

“Hey there. Where’ve you been.” Bill asked lightly as she walked in the door.

He glanced over to see she we just in cotton slacks and a top so it didn’t seem like she’d been to the office.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

As she pulled into their driveway, she saw Bill’s car parked. He was home already. A quick glance at her watch showed it wasn’t as early as she thought. She walked through the door and set her purse down. Bill was in the kitchen, starting dinner.

“Hey there. Where’ve you been.”

Her heels clicked on the floor as she went over to him, wrapping her arms around him from behind.

“Hey you,” she sniffed lightly, “whatever you’re cooking smells good. Do I have time for a shower?”

She dropped a kiss on the back of his shirt. Looking around his body she noticed the flowers.

“Bill! You brought me flowers. How thoughtful and sweet of you.”

A part of her consciousness cringed but the larger part of it shoved that smaller part away, tucking it into the deep recesses of her mind. Her fingers played with his belt.

“Care to join me in the shower after you get those veggies done?”

Her voice held a playful tone and even before he could answer her, she was backing away, dropping her clothes as she headed toward their bathroom. She was confident that Bill wouldn’t know she had been with Jarrod this afternoon. Jarrod had been careful, thoughtful and wise, wearing a condom before he fucked her. She still needed to soap down and clean up. Hopefully Bill gave her time to do so.

 

[cnuveau]

"I'd love to. Just give me a few minutes to get this on." he said as her fingers tugged at his belt.

Her noticed that she didn't say where she'd been but given how she seemed to come home, he didn't much care to press the issue. Bill quickly finished chopping the vegetables then put them into the casserole dish with the beef medallions he'd pulled out then pushed them into the oven and set the timer.

Bill stripped off his clothes in the bedroom before pushing open the door then taking a moment to appreciate Cara's beauty as the water cascades down her body. Entering into the shower Bill stepped behind Cara and wrapped her arms around her. "You should let me help." he said, holding out his hand for her to squeeze some body wash into it.

Cara coated his hand with a generous squirt of body wash and his hands roamed her body making sure not to miss a spot as his lips burned kisses into the back of her neck. Turning her in his arms, his lips found hers as he backed her to the shower wall.

"God I love you." he said through shallow breaths as he dipped his hips and guided himself into her. His hands moved to cradle her ass as her arms wrapped around his neck. Lifting her from her feet, she wrapper her legs around this thighs as he pressed her against the shower wall and thrust into her.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

She shed her undergarments, letting them fall to the bathroom floor before she stepped into the shower. Stepping forward, Cara bowed her head, letting the shower water flow over it. She slicked back her hair and sighed just before she felt Bill’s arms wrap around her.

"You should let me help."

Cara smiled and reached for the body wash, squeezing some into his hand. She leaned back against him and felt his lips on her neck as his hands roamed her body, cleansing her. Bill turned her naked body against him and backed her against the chill of the shower wall. His lips met hers.

"God I love you."

He breathed against her lips. Her interior walls welcomed him, flexing to adjust to his girth and then snugging around him. He lifted her off her feet. Her legs wrapped around his thighs as her hips tilted to allow him to bury himself as deep as he could inside her. Cara clung to him as he thrust into her, pressing her back against the shower wall. She moaned softly into his ear.

“I love you, Bill.”

She felt so… so… wanton. Not even an hour ago she was tied up in Jarrod’s studio and getting thoroughly fucked and now her husband was fucking her. Her body was hungry for Bill. She kept her ankles locked around his thighs and spread her own as wide as she could each time he thrust forward, tilting her hips to meet him, sending him all the way inside her.

“Omigod, Bill. Fuck me. Fuck me hard. I want to cum.”

She could feel it brewing up from her lower abdomen. The heat. The tension. All of it building until she thought she couldn’t stand it anymore. She whined. She cried into his shoulder, lightly biting him. Her arms slipped under his. Her nails raked his back as her body begged for the release his body was building inside her.

 

[cnuveau]

Bill's body weight pressed Cara's body into the tile wall as he buried his lips into her neck. The thrusting of his hips becoming more forceful as her pleadings grew louder. His muscles began to tighten as the sensation radiated through his body like a wave, setting him on fire.

"Aaaaaaahhhh" he groaned out as he came hard and found her lips with his own.

He held her there, breathless, for a moment before lowering her back to the tile below and kissed her. Just a month ago something like this would have been unimaginable but now it seemed like second nature and he marveled at just how simple it seemed for them to make the transition. After years of beating his head against the wall it was that one conversation that opened the floodgates and washed them both away to the place he'd always imagined.

"I'd better check on dinner." he said before kissing her one last time then slipping out of the shower like a thief in the night.

​

Over the course of the next few days Bill found himself thinking about his conversation with Marsha more and more. It seemed odd to him that she'd be on his mind so much given how things were going with Cara but something about her kept drawing his mind back to her.

After that first night at Impulse he'd imagined that the 4 of them might play more often but it didn't seem like that was going to happen on it's own. Like most things as complicated as this it seemed like it would require some planning. He thought about texting Steve to try to put something together but something just felt off about texting another man with the intent on arranging an evening with his wife. Even if Cara was a part of the proposition, it just seemed weird. Finally he decided to just text Marsha.

"Was thinking about our conversation at Impulse the other night. You'd mentioned texting you sometime to see what we could arrange so here I am. Want to meet for lunch?"

As he hit send that familiar wave of excitement washed over him like it had that first night when she was kneeling before him. The thought of getting to see Cara with Steve combined making it all the more appealing.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Before Bill could completely get away from her, she slapped him on his naked ass and grinned, leaning back against the wall. Damn, she was a lucky woman. Gathering enough strength to push off from the wall, she finished showering and straightened up the bathroom before going to get dressed. In the bedroom, she sniffed the air. Whatever it was that Bill was cooking sure did smell good. She hurried into her clothes and went to join him in the kitchen.

​

Marsha’s phone buzzed against her ass. She paused in her work to fish it free and find out who was texting her.

"Was thinking about our conversation at Impulse the other night. You'd mentioned texting you sometime to see what we could arrange so here I am. Want to meet for lunch?"

Well, well. Surprise, surprise. It was from Bill. She texted back swiftly.

“Hiya Handsome. Lunch sounds great. What time and where?”

Now she was curious and admittedly, excited. Bill had a great body, he was hella easy on the eyes and she’d be lying if she said she wasn’t attracted to him. She shoved her phone back into her hip pocket with a grin.

 

[cnuveau]

Bill had barely set his phone down when it buzzed with Marsha's reply. He smiled to himself as he typed out his response.

"Let's try Adolfo's Bistro tomorrow at noon." he responded.

He'd considered Adolfo's for his dinner with Cara the night of their session with Jarrod but he opted for the themed dinner instead. It was a block from Impulse and the menu looked eclectic so he was interested in giving it a try to see if it was worth adding to the rotation for nights they visited Impulse.

The next morning Bill found himself taking a little extra time in the shower trimming himself up. It seemed silly in a way since he was only intended to meet with Marsha to plan things but there was also something in the back of his mind that told him that anything could happen and he should be ready just in case. He'd never really seriously considered breaking his vows with Cara and even now he couldn't see himself doing it. Marsha seemed to be a gray area though. How do you meet with someone to arrange having sex with them without thinking about having sex with them. That was the concept that he was having difficulties getting his mind around.

Just before noon he entered Adolfo's and found the only seats were at the bar. It didn't bother him much. It certainly wasn't the first time he'd eaten at the bar and he thought it might make for a more private conversation than talking across the table among the guests seated in tables around them. Taking a seat in one of the stools he looked at his watch then to the front door just in time to see Marsha walk in. Lifting his hand, he caught her attention and called her over.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Her phone buzzed again. Pulling it out, it was Bill with the info for their lunch date.

"Let's try Adolfo's Bistro tomorrow at noon."

Adolfo’s. She and Steve had been there before for dinner and the food was good. She typed back.

“Adolfo’s it is. See you then.”

Marsha got up the next morning and carefully considered her wardrobe. She kept telling herself she was being silly. She was just meeting Bill for lunch. It wasn’t like they were going to have sex or anything. Still, she dressed carefully, picking out a silk blouse and a full skirt. The weather was warm so she opted for sandals. A pair of dangling earrings and a quick brush of her hair and she was ready for work. She paused long enough to kiss Steve, who was also headed out the door for work.

When noon came around, she called out that she was going to lunch and headed over to Adolfo’s Bistro. As she walked in the door, her eyes were searching for Bill. He was sitting at the bar and at his wave, she walked over to join him, slipping onto the bar stool next to him. She smiled.

“Hey Handsome. I’m happy to see you. What’s up?”

The barkeep came over and they ordered a drink and some food.

 

[cnuveau]

Bill's eyes traveled down Marsha's form as she approached then met hers as she arrived at him. Leaning in he gave her a kiss on the cheek to greet her then leaned back into his stool.

"Like I said in my message, I was thinking about our last conversation at Impulse and it felt like it might be a good idea to try to plan something instead of just waiting for it to happen. I know Cara enjoyed her time with Steve and I enjoyed my time with you so it seemed worth revisiting." he said just as the bartender arrived and took their drink and food order then hurried away.

"Perhaps a little surprise for them." he said as he leaned in towards her and draped his arm across the back of her barstool and his fingers brushed across the soft silk of her blouse. "And for us."

Bill could feel the attraction between them. Even here in a crowded restaurant he could think of little else then being with her. Taking her.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Her eyes twinkled. The barkeep brought their drinks and said their order would be out shortly. Marsha reached for her drink, taking a sip.

“So, you haven’t talked this idea over with Cara yet? Are you thinking about switching up partners, some night soon?”

Marsha knew the attraction was there. It had been ever since she got down on her knees in front of Bill and took him eagerly into her mouth. Since then, she’s fantasied about fucking Bill or having him fuck her. Since Cara’s and Bill’s first experience at Impulse, she’s been wondering if Bill liked being in charge. She was about to ask him something when their food came and they started to eat. They were almost finished when Marsha set down her fork and after a quick glance around the room, slid her arm along the back of his barstool and leaned forward to whisper in his ear….

“Bill, I’m curious. If you don’t mind me asking, in an erotic situation, do you like being the one in charge?”

 

[cnuveau]

"Well we've talked about it but more in the abstract." he admitted thinking back to the conversation he' had with Cara. They'd agreed that it was something they were open to but the idea of but not specifically with Steve and Marsha. It wasn't something he knew exactly how to bring up. The whole thing was still very new and the idea of just coming right out and saying he wanted to fuck someone else still seemed so fraught with danger.

"I've been thinking about that a lot lately." his cheeks reddening as he spoke. "About you specifically. I just don't know the right way to get there. Leaving it to happenstance might mean it never happens again. That's why I thought maybe planning something was better."

When she leaned in to whisper in his ear the feeling of her breath against his ear sent a chill through him and he absentmindedly leaned back into her nuzzling the side of his head against hers as his hand found her thigh.

"I do." he said, his heart racing a little. "Not that I didn't like what you did before but I wonder what it would be like if the roles were reversed. What it would be like to own your body."

As he fell silent he turned towards her finding her still leaning in close to him. So close he could feel her sweet breath on his lips as his eyes moved from her eyes to her lips. There was a gravitational pull that seemed to be drawing him towards her and in that moment he could do little to fight it. He couldn't be quite sure how moved first. I could have been him or her or maybe both at the same time but before he knew it, his lips were pressed to hers.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Her fingers laced into the hair at the back of his head as they kissed. Gently and slowly, she was the first one to pull back.

“First of all, the only one who owns me is Steve and I think I like the idea of you taking possession of my body however. Is it—hmm- how do I word this? Do we have to include Steve and Cara in this? Or is that a deal breaker?”

She didn’t like the idea of going behind Cara’s back. She and Cara were good friends and Marsha didn’t want anything to happen to that but if Bill wanted to see her alone, she didn’t think she could turn him down. The pull between them was simply that strong and oh dear god, his lips on hers felt wonderful. She could feel her pussy clench and her panties become soaked and just with one kiss!

“I am not adverse to being tied down at all and you can have your way with me any time, Bill. Maybe we can take an extended lunch break one of these days and meet over at Impulse,” she slipped off her bar stool after a quick glance at her watch, “and you can show me whatcha can do.”

She smiled and winked, “I have to get back to work before the boss fires me. Text me what you want to do, Bill.”

 

[cnuveau]

Bill cringed a little realizing his choice of words about owning her body might have seemed a little forward but relaxed when Marsha said she'd be open to letting him possess it for a little while. The calm didn't last for long though when she suggested not including Steve and Cara. He had to admit, the possibility had crossed his mind on more than one occasion but he didn't know if it was a line he could actually bring himself to cross.

Bill was speechless as she talk of him tying her down and having his way with her. The idea of it was so all consuming he could barely process the rest of what she said before slipping from her barstool.

"I will." he said, still dumbstruck as he watched her walk towards the door and out.

Bill paid the tab, still lost in his thoughts about what Marsha had suggested. On one hand it was clearly outside the guidelines he and Cara discussed but on the other, was it really such a departure? he thought as his process or rationalizing it started to build steam. By the time he got back to the office he'd managed to convince himself it would be ok even though his justifications wouldn't withstand even the slightest bit of scrutiny.

His palms sweaty with a mix of nervousness and excitement he typed out a message "How about tomorrow?"

As much as Bill had rationalized all of this he still couldn't help but feel the knot in his stomach when he walked in the door to find Cara. He knew it was wrong but he couldn't seem to find the will to stop it.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Cara was in the kitchen prepping the food for their supper when she heard the key in the lock turn and Bill came in. Cara knew her heart, as she stood there gazing at him, that she loved Bill dearly and if someone were to ask her how much, she knew beyond a doubt she couldn’t find the words. Yet, here she was drawn to Jarrod like a moth to a flame. She was playing with fire and she couldn’t stop it. She and Bill were communicating better. Their sex life was amazing. So why did she crave sex with another man?

“Hi Bill. How was your day?”

She seasoned the chicken and put it in the oven. Potatoes went into the pot, got covered with water and set on the stove. The veggies were already in the steamer, she just had to turn it on for about 10 minutes, so it could wait. Taking off her apron, she left it on the counter and walked over to Bill, wrapping her arms around his neck. She couldn’t help compare Bill to Jarrod in a slightly different way. It wasn’t a physical thing. Bill took care of her needs. He could make her cum just by entering her. Jarrod seemed to magnify those things. It was hard to understand.

Cara had already decided she was going to set up another session with Jarrod. Oh, who was she kidding anyway? She was going to fuck Jarrod again or rather, she was going to let him fuck her. Jarrod seemed to enjoy tying up women and she didn't mean that in a creepy way. He appreciated Shibari and she was starting to enjoy it.

 

[cnuveau]

"It was fine. Just the same old thing." Bill said, leaving out any mention of his lunch with Marsha and what he'd setup for the next day. He knew it was wrong and risked everything they'd managed to accomplish but he just couldn't manage to stop himself.

The next morning he woke as excited as he could ever remember. Considering how little he actually slept he was surprised at how energetic he felt as he showered and got ready for work. Rummaging through his dresser he tucked the sexy pair of black briefs that Cara had gotten for him on special nights into his undershirt then smuggled them into the bathroom then dressed in one of his nicer suits. Holding his tie in his hands, his mind wandered to wrapping it around Marsha's wrists before his lips trailed down her body. His heart racing, he snapped himself out of it and finished dressing.

"I might be late tonight. I've got a long mid-day meeting that I'm going to have to catch up from afterwards. I'll make a sandwich or something when I get home if you don't feel like waiting to eat." to told Cara before giving her a kiss then heading out the door.

Just before noon Bill arrived at Impulse to find the place largely empty. There were a few people at tables eating from their limited menu selection and one couple at the station where he and Jarrod had tied Cara. His mind turned to her causing a knot to form in his stomach as he took a seat at the bar and waited for Marsha.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Their evening was quiet and nothing to special or anything to complain about. The next morning Bill was up a bit early and in the shower. Cara contemplated joining him but decided against it. She got up, got dressed and headed for the kitchen and a cup of coffee. She was sitting at the island reading when Bill joined her.

"I might be late tonight. I've got a long mid-day meeting that I'm going to have to catch up from afterwards. I'll make a sandwich or something when I get home if you don't feel like waiting to eat."

A quick kiss and he was out the door. Cara stared after him. There was something going on with him, she could feel it but she simply shrugged and continued reading. It was probably just her imagination and considering she had Jarrod on her mind. A quick glance at the wall clock told her she had better get to work or she was going to be late.

​

Marsha woke up that morning with butterflies in her stomach, which was odd for her. It wasn’t like she hadn’t slept with a few other men besides Steve. She wasn’t sure what it was about Bill though that gave her the flutteries.

She dressed carefully. Black sleeveless, button-down shirt, black form fitting jeans and ankles black boots to match. Deliberately, she had chosen lacy black under things to wear as well. Steve whistled at her when she came downstairs for her morning coffee.

“Damn it, Marsha. Now, all I want to do rip off your clothes, throw you over my shoulder, take you back upstairs and fuck you senseless.”

Marsha grinned at him.

“I might have considered it but I’m going to be late for work as it is. Love you, Big Guy.”

She gave him a quick sizzling kiss, gathered up her stuff and headed out. She took a half day at work and just after noon, stepped into Impulse and looked around for Bill. She spotted him almost right away. Walking up to the bar, she slid a hand along his shoulder and whispered in his ear.

“Hiya Sexy.”

 

[cnuveau]

Bill had been distracted for a moment watching the man intricately tying his partner towards the back of the club. The whole scene reminded him of Cara flooded him with guilt. He was just wondering how Marsha would take it if he backed out when he felt her hand slip over his shoulder.

“Hiya.” He said back as the thought vanished from his mind and he pressed his lips to hers. “Should we see about one to the playrooms?”

When Marsha led him by the hand to the playrooms he could help but think back to that first night when she’d done much the same thing. Though slightly different he still felt the butterflies in his stomach and the rush of excitement that accompanied them. As the door closed behind them their bodies collided into each other in a heated kiss.

Bills fingers frantically worked at the buttons of Marsha’s shirt as she tugged at his belt to unfasten it. Pushing her shirt over her shoulders, Bill dipped down planting kisses on her cleavage as she started on his shirt. Each of them on fire, they wasted little time getting out of their clothes.

In just her lacy black undergarments Bill led Marsha to the bed then sat her on the end. His boxers tented in front of him as he crossed over to the selection of leather bindings and selected 4 before returning to her.

His heart raced as he kneeled before her, taking her lace panties between his fingers then removed them from her.

“You have no idea how much I’ve been thinking about this.” He said before trailing kisses up her thighs then parting her with his tongue.

Marsha’s gripped his hair as he blindly fastened a leather cuff to each of her ankles then stood. Reaching around, he unhooked her bar and tossed it aside before gathering her wrists above her head and fastening a cuff to each as she kissed his stomach.

Moving her onto the bed, Bill located the straps at the head and attached them to each of the cuffs binding her.

Moving onto the bed he kneeled in front her her raised legs then buried his tongue again in her wetness.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Their heat was instantaneous. Watching Bill between her spread tied up legs and feeling his tongue work magic, made Marsha throb and crave him all the more.

“Yes, Bill… oh yes… don’t stop…”

She moaned aloud and although she tried to pump her hips in response, she could not. Bill had her firmly tied. She strained against her wrist restraints for all the good it did her. She could feel his tongue moving inside her, making her even more wet. Marsha found that even while her movements were limited, she was able to spread her legs wide apart as she continued to watch and feel Bill feast upon her feminine core, heightening her desire to feel him pounding into her with his hard cock.

“Gods Bill, I want you so badly…” she moaned, her eyes glazing over with heat, desire and wanton need.

 

[cnuveau]

Bill lifted his head from between Marsha’s legs then kissed his way up her stomach. His lips met hers, allowing her to taste her sweetness on them as he guided himself into her then thrust deep.

“God, you feel amazing.” He said as he began to pump into her.

Gripping her calf’s Bill spread Marsha wider as his pace increased. The desire that had been building for the last several days poured out as his hips slapped loudly against her causing her breasts to heave with each thrust.

Out of the corner of his eye he noticed a green light on the wall beside them flick on indicating someone had entered the observation room. During their first encounter he didn’t notice it but, having been made aware of it during the orientation when he joined, it was hard to miss now. The thought that they were being watched added to the eroticism of the moment.

“Looks like we have an audience now.” He said as his pace slowed to long firm thrusts.

As hot as it was knowing they were being watched, the fear that whoever was watching would reveal their secret creeped into his mind for a moment before he forced it aside and lost himself again.