“I think I’d like that. Maybe this time we could talk a bit before—”
I laughed. “You know, I think this is the beginning of something rather special.”
“I hope so,” she said. “How about we get some coffee?” She hesitated, looking down at the corset. “And get me out of this thing…. For the moment.”
The Gloves
IT MUST HAVE BEEN the gloves. I remember that night clearly, and it was the gloves. And the Bloody Marys.
Larry and I had been invited to a formal thing at his boss’s country club, and I decided to wear a black strapless number that I had worn a few times before. To give it new life, I found a long, cream-colored silk scarf in a department store. I draped it around my neck and allowed the ends to trail down my back. I also found a pair of long, cream-colored satin gloves that came up well past my elbows to wear with the outfit. If I do say so myself, I looked smashing.
At the party, I felt different, somehow, sensuous and powerful. During the evening, we had a sumptuous meal, and I drank quite a few of those wonderfully spicy tomato juice concoctions. After dinner I danced with Larry’s boss, and with several of his coworkers. All of them commented on how sexy I looked. I also danced with Larry several times, and he held me close and nibbled on my ear. It was fantastic.
We had hired a limo for the evening, knowing that we would probably drink a bit too much, so when we were ready to leave, there it was, waiting in front of the club, a uniformed chauffeur in the driver’s seat. Giggling and knowing that we had the use of the limo for another hour, I said, “Let’s drive around for a while.” Then I leaned over and whispered to Larry, “Let’s give the driver a bit of a show.”
Now let me tell you that Larry is always willing for me to show off my body to men. He loves it when I wear a skimpy bikini and, on occasion, when I’m wearing a tight skirt, he’s been known to have me remove my panties and spread my legs for anyone who might be watching. Tonight, he seemed willing to play.
“Hey, driver,” he said, “drive north on the highway until you get to the state line, then turn around and drive back again.” In a stage whisper he said, “That should take about an hour.” Then he started kissing me—deep, tongue-dueling kisses that weakened my knees and moistened my pussy. “Are you getting hot?” he asked.
“Yes,” I said, moving my hips to try to relieve the ache in my cunt.
“Then let’s show the driver what he’s missing.” Deftly, Larry grabbed the zipper tab at the back of my dress and pulled it all the way down, allowing the top to fall to my waist. I was wearing my black strapless bustier that cinched my waist and lifted my ample tits. I watched as the driver moved his rearview mirror so he had a good view of the carryings-on in his backseat.
“He’s watching,” I said, rubbing my still-gloved hands over the silky fabric of the cincher.
“Oh yes,” Larry said. “He’s getting a good view. Show him those gorgeous tits.”
I still had my gloves on, and my satin-covered hands against my skin made it feel as if someone else was touching my body, but touching it exactly where and how I wanted to be touched. I lifted my right breast out of the cup and held it for Larry to lick. “Yes, baby,” I said as his head dipped toward my aching nipple. “Suck and lick it.” I cupped the back of Larry’s head with my gloved hand and massaged his neck as he suckled. With his face against my chest, I was able to make eye contact with the driver as he glanced in the mirror.
I rubbed my satiny fingers over Larry’s cheeks as he nursed on my flesh. I unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it open, rubbing my hands over his smooth, hairless chest. My hands were everywhere. It was as if they had a mind of their own. I unzipped Larry’s pants and pulled out his hard cock, stroking it, feeling it harden and swell.
“Ma’am,” the driver suddenly said softly, his voice trembling a bit. “If you’re going to keep doing things like that, I’d better pull over. I can’t drive and watch, and I can’t stop watching. I don’t want us to end up in the hospital.”
I put my hand beneath Larry’s chin and lifted his face. “Let’s have him pull over and watch,” I said. “Is that okay with you?” I trusted that Larry wouldn’t agree if something made him uncomfortable. He grinned, then whispered, “I am even willing to share if you want to.”
Did I want to? I had always had fantasies about two men pleasuring me at the same time, but I never dreamed it might come true. But here I was, half-naked, wearing those incredibly sexy long gloves, Larry’s cock in my hand, and a nice-looking man about to join us. “Pull over,” I said, “in some private spot.”
“I know this area. There’s an old golf course just off this exit. I can park there where no one will see.”
He quickly exited the highway, and soon we were parked in a darkened lot. “Now,” I said, “if you really want to watch, why don’t you come back here and see everything up close—” I giggled “—and personal, as they say on TV.”
Quickly the driver flicked off the lights, tuned the radio to a soft music station, and moved into the backseat. “It’s very dark,” Larry said as the driver settled himself on the side opposite to where Larry was sitting. Two hot, hungry men, one on each side of me. I was in heaven.
The driver turned on one of those goose-neck reading lights found in some limos and moved the light so the bright, warm beam illuminated my swollen breast. I quickly freed the other one from my bustier. “What’s your name?” I asked the driver.
“Chet,” he said, his eyes glued to my hardened nipple.
“Want to play, Chet?” I asked, stroking his cheek with my gloved hand.
Silently, he raised his eyes and looked into mine. I cupped my right breast and offered it to my husband, who immediately started to nip at the tight nub. I cupped my left breast and looked at Chet. As if offered a feast, he bowed his head and took the nipple into his hot mouth. I leaned back on the leather seat, stroking the necks of two men as their mouths played havoc with my senses. Two mouths. Two sets of teeth. Two tongues. It was my fantasy, only better than I could have imagined. I closed my eyes and felt heat flow from my tits to my wide-open pussy.
The dress was split up the side so, as I allowed my legs to part, my thighs were exposed. Larry lifted his head. “She’s got gorgeous legs,” he said to Chet. “And they’re so soft. Feel.”
Larry slid his fingertips up the inside of my right thigh above my stockings, and, with little coaxing, Chet’s hand began to stroke my left. I felt Chet’s confidence in the whole situation grow, and his hand become bolder as he brushed the crotch of my soaked panties. As Chet’s fingers began to work magic between my legs, Larry pinched my nipples.
“Oh God,” I hissed.
“Yes, baby,” Larry purred. “I’m pinching your tits while a strange man is stroking your pussy. It makes you so hot, doesn’t it?”
“Yes,” I moaned, unable to think clearly anymore. My body was on fire, my pussy lips swollen and open, my cunt aching to be filled.
“Help me,” Larry said to Chet. Together they lifted my ass and pulled off my panties. I stretched my legs out in the long body of the limo, my ankles wide apart. “Do you want to do her?” Larry asked Chet. “Not with your cock. I’ll always keep that for myself, but with your hands and your mouth?”
Chet slid off the seat and crouched between my spread legs. “God, you’ve got a hot box, lady,” he groaned, his mouth finding my clit, his fingers entering my pussy.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I said. It was almost more than I could take. Larry kept pinching my nipples, just this side of severe pain, while Chet’s mouth sucked and his tongue flicked and his fingers filled me. I came. I wanted to hold back, make it last, but I couldn’t. I came hard and fast and long. Wave after wave of liquid heat washed over me, and