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  The tension on my neck slackened, and I took a gasping breath as I slumped back down to the bed. Kyle shifted, fingers pulling free of me. I felt a pang of regret, immediately pushed away by the burning shame of the situation. Even my pussy seemed sad to see him withdraw as I felt my body clinging to him.

  His hands drifted to my ass. He shifted behind me as I lay panting, face planted against the bed, trying to catch my bearings. Again I’d been so close to climax, and again I’d been denied.

  Either he’s really good at this, I thought, or he’s really bad at this.

  My cheeks flushed at the thought. I shouldn’t be feeling such things. What was wrong with me? Again I tried to break free, hoping that maybe the way he’d pulled on me had loosened my bindings, but I was tied just as securely as before.

  My body froze as I felt his thumbs at my aching sex, hands clasped around my ass. He peeled me open, pulling my labia apart. I opened my mouth to beg once more for him to stop, but the words couldn’t force past the panting breaths of air I was still gulping down.

  I came hard the second his tongue lapped at my pussy.

  Every muscle in my body hummed once, a quick spam of tightness followed by the sudden relaxing rush of warmth that coursed upward through me. It felt like I’d taken an exquisite muscle relaxer. My body just pooled, strength gone, melting into the waves of bliss. I groaned, a single long note that filled the air. I sagged forward onto my face, held up on quivering knees, moaning into the mattress. His tongue slipped between my lips with slow, methodical precision, tasting my orgasm.

  When was the last time I’d felt this good with Peter?

  “I can’t do this,” I said into the bed. Kyle probed deeper, his tongue wriggling into me, and I couldn’t stop a gasp. “We can’t do this.”

  Kyle pulled back, though he kept my pussy spread with his thumbs.

  “If you’re absolutely sure you don’t want me to do this,” he said, and I shivered as his hot breath swirled around my exposed snatch.

  No, I don’t want this, I tried to say. The words stuck. I could feel them within, so close to being spoken. I wanted to say it.

  Didn’t I?

  My silence was my assent for Kyle, and his tongue swept down my slit and flicked across my clit. My body tensed beneath his expert ministrations. I needed to stop this before it went too far. However good it felt, even with my husband apparently okay with his friend tasting my cunt in his own bedroom… we couldn’t.

  As if sensing my reticence, Kyle retreated entirely. His tongue fled my pussy as his hands left my body. With trembling arms I pushed up onto my elbows and knees again, my ass still hanging off the bed. My breasts rolled, separated and hefted as they were by the silken ribbon encircling my body, dancing with the force of my breath. I could still save this. Surely I could convince Kyle to leave, to say nothing had happened. Nothing serious had happened yet - nothing that couldn’t be fixed. A little fingering, a bit of pussy-eating, and one climactic orgasm. Have to downplay that part, I thought, but I can save this.

  Something hard and fiery hot slipped between the swollen lips of my pussy. Instinctively, moving with a carnal instinct I barely registered, my hips pushed back before I realized what was happening. Lost in my thoughts, I hadn’t heard Kyle stripping behind me. I couldn’t see him, but I knew that sensation anywhere.

  The head of Kyle’s cock was pressed up against my tightness, eager to push in.

  “Wait!” I cried. Kyle, to his credit, paused, though as he waited the man dragged his tip up and down my wet slit. My eyes rolled at the sensation, and I fought another urge to drive my hips back, to take him into me.

  “Tara, I know how bad you want this,” Kyle said. He shifted, sliding his cock upward. It popped free from my pussy, but a second later he closed the distance between us, wedging his manhood squarely against my slit. One of his hands found my hip, the other planted firmly on my back. His hips moved, and his cock slid up and down between the lips of my snatch. I shuddered at the sensation.

  Oh god, I thought, panicked. He’s right.

  “I…” My thoughts trailed off behind a static haze. Need. Want. Desire.

  Kyle’s hips kept up the slow, steady rhythm, gliding himself against my sex. For a second, he moved downward too far, and when he started back up, the head of his cock caught at my opening. For the barest fraction of a second he started to press into me. Yes! No! He popped free a moment later, resuming his slow slide.

  “You want me in you.” It wasn’t a question.

  “Peter…”

  The body behind me shifted. He leaned over me, his chest pressing to my back, that iron hardness still pressed against my pussy. His breath was hot on my ear.

  “Peter wants this,” Kyle whispered into me ear, still shifting his hips enough to press his cock hard against my aching pussy. I bit my lip to keep from moaning.

  “More importantly,” he continued, lips brushing my lobe, “you want this. Need this.”

  He shifted, and the head of his prick changed angles, pressing more in than up. In response my body shivered, a hungering need almost too powerful to deny urging my hips back onto him.

  “I’m not sure if…”

  “You know what the best part is?” Kyle asked in a low, husky voice.

  I knew I shouldn’t answer. I knew I should roll off the bed and put an end to this. It was all the more surprising, then, when I heard myself talking.

  “What’s the best part?” I said, voice shaky.

  “I’m going to finish in you,” he whispered.

  My eyes widened. Peter had said there were other ways only that very morning. This wasn’t some fetish thing for my husband - well, not just that. Peter might not be able to have kids, but I still could.

  Before my thoughts could catch up to my body, I pressed back, my pussy engulfing Kyle’s hardness down to the hilt without any sign of resistance.

  “Oh fuck,” Kyle groaned as he bottomed out inside me.

  “You feel amazing,” I breathed. Oh fuck indeed, I thought, savoring the feel of a cock within me. Filling me. Stretching me. It felt exquisite in all the right ways and all the wrong ones. I had no idea if this was all some sort of mix-up, but right then and there, I knew I was going to let Kyle fuck me as hard and as long as he wanted.

  As long as he blew his load in me, I knew I’d let that man do anything he desired.

  My bound hands grabbed at the bedding, giving me an anchor as I pulled forward, sliding myself most of the way off of Kyle. I glanced over my shoulder, just managing to catch sight of my husband’s best friend as I shifted, impaling myself on his dick once more. I couldn’t help but grin at the way his face screwed up in pleasure.

  That’s right, I thought, grinding my hips back against him. If we’re going to do this then you’re going to get the fuck of your life.

  “Fuck me,” I urged. “I need your cum in me.”

  That seemed to do it. His hands whipped forward, grabbing at my elbows and wrenching them back. I gasped as the bindings pulled tight on my wrists, yanking my hands back beneath my breasts. Kyle bent me back and up, using my elbows as leverage as he began plunging into me with slow, steady strokes. I moaned, unashamed as the sound filled my bedroom, as Kyle fucked me in the bed I shared with my husband. Long, deep strokes, each one punctuated by Kyle pulling back on my elbows to drive himself into me. My wrists burned where the ribbon pulled tight, all slack gone out of it. It cinched hard around my throat, choking me in a perfect, pleasurable way.

  Faster. The wet slap of his cock vanishing into my dripping pussy echoed. Again and again. My breasts bounced with each thrust, my pale skin a sharp contrast to the brilliant blue of the ribbon woven between them.

  I swam in a haze of bliss. My second climax was building, a volcano ready to boil over at any second.

  “Close,” I moaned. “So close.”

  Without warning, Kyle pushed his cock deep into me and kept it there. I shivered on the precipice of climax, but couldn’t urge myself
over. I needed that release, and almost cried out in frustration at being denied. His hands left my elbows and reached around me, deftly undoing the bindings around my wrists. This time I did gasp at the sudden rush of blood to my hands once more.

  Kyle wasn’t done, however. Keeping his prick buried inside me, he freed me of the ribbon, right down to my feet, pulling it free with a flourish. The length of blue fluttered out over the bed, and then in an instant flashed by once more as he began to tie me. Strong, unyielding hands pulled my hands behind my back, lashing my wrists together.

  He pulled himself free of me, and I felt a pang of sorrow and loss. With a shove, he tossed me onto the bed. I landed on my hands, bound behind my back, and winced at the ache of it. I could finally see Kyle in all his naked glory, and got my first glimpse of his manhood. It glistened with my wetness, full and proud and clearly aching to be back in me again.

  Before I could speak, he moved on me. Hands pressed my knees apart and back, pinning them to my shoulders as he plunged his cock into me once more. I cried out at the sensation of being filled, of being complete. His mouth met mine, too frantic for passion. We kissed like the world was ending, tongues dancing, hot breath panting. I was folded nearly in half, knees pressed back to my chest, feet up and over his shoulders, my hands locked away and leaving me at his mercy.

  Slowly, knowing he had total control, Kyle pulled back until just the tip of his hardness lay within me. I glanced down between my knees, a shiver of ecstasy rippling through me at the sight of Kyle’s cock vanishing into me again. The visual of it… god it was almost better than the physical sensation as he plowed into me again. My moan filled the room, followed a heartbeat later by the wet slap of him bottoming out in my pussy. My fingers clawed at the bed, desperate for something to hold onto as he fucked me with wanton lust.

  This time, Kyle showed no signs of stopping as my climax rushed toward completion again. I needed this so much.

  “I want your cum in me,” I gasped, barely audible above the sounds of our bodies meeting in carnal bliss. I felt him tense at the words, and I swear he got harder.

  “Too much,” he groaned. “Too hot. Oh god I’m… I’m…”

  “Do it,” I urged, my hips rising up to meet him. My shoulders burned, my body ached from the exertion, but I was so close. “I want to feel you filling me, Kyle.”

  With a roar, Kyle plunged deep into me, his back arching as if he could press his cock further. He tensed and shuddered as his hot cum spattered into me. It was enough to throw me off the edge. As rope after rope of his load sprayed into my, I came. My body gave a single titanic spasm, and them I melted like butter on a hot griddle.

  “Oh fuck,” I moaned, head lolling to the side as Kyle continued to pump his cum into me. Hot waves of white bliss hummed through me, the perfect symphony of ecstasy playing with the choir of my orgasm. I shuddered, gave another groan, and fell limp.

  After a long moment I opened my eyes as Kyle pulled free. His cock gleamed with our mingled juices as he stood over me. I grinned up, tied and bound, breasts heaving as I panted. I could feel his cum in me, hot and eager. It started to trickle out, so I shifted and angled myself a bit. I needed it all.

  Every damn drop of his cum in me.

  “That was…” he began. “That…”

  “Was fucking hot,” I finished. “Oh my god. I’d always imagined, but never really…”

  “Yeah. I’d imagined too but this was so much better than jerking off to thoughts of you at home.”

  I chuckled. “Well, we’re gonna have to do this more often. It might take a few tries to get me pregnant.”

  “Oh yes,” he said, very serious. “There go my weeknights. I’m going to have to fuck you five, six times a week.”

  “At least,” I agreed. I rolled to the side and showed my hands that he’d secured behind me. “Now, what do you say you untie me?”

  “Why Tara,” he said, cock still iron hard as he leaned close. “What ever gave you the idea we were done?”

  The things I have to suffer for my marriage, I thought as Kyle crawled back into bed with me.

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