Текст книги "Home Coming"

Автор книги: Lela Gwenn

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Her phone buzzed.

I want to see you in the panties. 3 minutes.

Bianca bustled to the front of the group.

“ Hey there. I see that you're busy. I'm by myself, can I just grab a seat in the bar?”

“ You would like to eat?” The maitre d' arched an eyebrow up, but didn't look up from his book.

Her stomach flipped at the idea of food, but she had orders. “Yes.”

“ I will see if the bar has any space.”

He cut her a look before turning on his heel and stomping into the bar. Time was ticking.

The maitre d' returned a moment later and waved her into the bar. “Jason will be taking care of you.”

Jason was apparently eager, because as soon as the maitre d' turned away he was there with the menu. “Can I get a drink for you?”

“ Vodka and tonic. Whatever your best is. Three limes.” Bianca could feel time slipping away.

He smiled and headed to the bar. She propped her foot on the seat across from her and hitched her skirt up a bit. She pulled her phone out of her purse and slipped it under her hem to get what she hoped was a good enough up skirt shot. She hit the button and three things happened at once.

One, her phone made the unmistakable clicking sound of a picture being taken.

Two, the vibrator started going off stronger than ever.

Three, Jason returned with her drink in hand.

“ Here you go. Have you had a chance to look at the menu?”

It took everything she had to control her breathing. “What do you recommend?”

“ The sole is very fresh today.”

“ I'll take that, then.”

“ Very good. And I think you dropped your phone.”

Jason bent over, giving Bianca a moment to bite her lip against the intense pleasure. He picked up the phone, glanced at it, then placed it face down on the table.

“ Thank you.”

She picked up the phone and saw the shot she had taken, her spread legs. The waiter had to have seen… but the vibration died down and then intensified yet again. Esteban was getting impatient. Seeing no other option, she sent the photo.

A moment later the vibration stopped. Taking a sip of her drink, she settled back into her seat and caught her breath.

All her attention was pointed at the phone, waiting for it to light up. Willing it to light up. Waiting in both dread and… excitement?

My god, am I looking forward to the next round?

In fact, she found herself fantasizing about all sorts of sick little things that Esteban could impose on her. She could feel the heat of her flush. Embarrassment burnt hot in her cheeks, but there was a new fire kindled in her belly. Instead of running from it the way she always had, she cozied up to it. Her phone buzzed.

I want to see your tits. 1 minute.

Bianca tried to recall if Esteban had ever used the word “tits” in her presence before. Never. It was strangely thrilling. Flipping to the camera, she shut off the shutter noise. She started to break for the bathroom. A mirror picture would be just the thing. But with almost preternatural timing, Jason showed up with a tray in hand.

“ Here is your sole. May I offer you fresh pepper? He wielded his giant pepper grinder with a flourish.

“ No. That's fine.”

“ Another drink, perhaps?”

Just go. If he hits the button, I may not be able to hold myself back.

“ Yes, please.”

Away he went, but with him he took the time she needed to get to the bathroom and compose the shot. She'd have to improvise.

The dark corner provided some cover. Of course it also made it so she had very little heads up when the waiter returned. There was no time to wait. She pulled aside the wrap and dragged down the fabric of her bra. With a quick snap, she took the picture and sent it.

She waited.

Nothing.

No buzzing in her panties. No reaction from the phone. She carefully put herself back together just in time for her drink to arrive.

“ Is the food to your liking?”

She looked down and realized she hadn't yet touched her food. Smiling she picked up her fork. He watched with great interest as she put the fish in her mouth. A text message lit up her phone and the vibrator lit up her labia. She wasn't wrong about her ability to hold back. A soft moan escaped her lips.

“ YES.” She took a deep breath and squared her eyes on the waiter. “Yes. Everything is great. Thank you.”

He walked away and she snatched her phone off the table.

I said tits.

She took her punishment rolling her hips forward to bear weight on the bullet and push it harder into her clit. Only by carefully controlling her breathing was she able to not scream out for the whole restaurant to hear. Inside of her latex panties she was dripping wet.

Finish your food.

Roger will be there in 20 minutes to get you.

The bill is taken care of. Just sign.

She finished her meal a little too quickly and called for the bill. She signed the tab and made sure to take good care of Jason.

She was waiting outside in the sunshine when Roger pulled up. She slid into the back seat before he was able to get out to open her door.

“ I guess I'm headed home?”

“ That was Mr. Alvarado's request”

“ Well, Mr. Alvarado seems to be getting just what he wants today.”

The car pulled away and Bianca found herself imagining the things he would ask of her at home. Would she have to use the big dildo? Would he have her strip naked and fuck herself while he watched on video chat? The thoughts left her all that much wetter and she was surprised to find her juice spilling out of her panties and down her leg.

Just as they pulled up to the house, her phone buzzed.

Welcome home.

She stared at the text long enough to let Roger get around and open the door for her. Another buzz.

Time for our Home Coming.

She stepped out of the car and was through the front door in a flash. Inside, the lights were low, candles flickered from every flat surface. Champagne sat in a bucket of ice beside the couch.

What the…?

Esteban appeared from the bedroom, shirt off, loose linen pants hanging off his hips. Even through the baggy pants she could see his excitement.

He didn't slow his stride. He didn't break eye contact. He strode up to her, tugging the black belt that held her wrap dress closed and yanking it off. The green dress fell open and he set upon her breast holding the flesh between his teeth as his hot breath and wet tongue played with her nipple through the thin cotton of her bra. Bianca's body melted as his strong hands explored. Around her ribs, down her back. Confusion was chased away by the immediacy of his hands kneading her ass to the point of pain.

But it's a good pain.

Cupping his hands under her ass, he picked her up. She wrapped her legs around him and let him carry her to the back of the couch. Setting her down he curled his fingers under the waist band of the panties and pried them loose from her ass. Sliding the dildo out, he replaced it with his tongue.

The soft warmth of his mouth was a sharp contrast to the rubber dildo. He explored her folds and gently sucked her clit, sending shivers of pleasure throughout her body. She loved it, but she wanted more.

“ I just want you inside me.”

“ Uh uh uh, Dulce Flor. I give the orders today.”

But in a way, he gave her what she wanted, plunging two long fingers deep into her pussy and petting her g spot.

“ You watched them fuck. It turned you on. Got you wet and made you touch yourself.”

Bianca wanted to answer, but she was breathless, caught in a moment of ecstasy. His thumb brushed over her clit, adding another layer of delight to her already overloaded brain.

“ He pounded her hot little ass while you watched and you wanted it.” His other thumb pressed on her asshole.

At first she shied away reflexively. But he held her steady. Soon she relaxed into it, the pressure giving way to pleasure.

“ Are you happy, Bianca? Does this,” his fingers made a long, deep stroke, “ make you happy?”

She was still without voice, so she nodded vigorously and whimpered her agreement.

“ Come.”

He swept her up and carried her into the bedroom, placing her on the edge of the bed. Standing over her, his hips were at eye level. Her mouth watered. Overtaken by desire, she leaned into him, grabbing the drawstring of his pants between her teeth.

The pants were loose and fell from his hips easily, only getting hung up on his rock hard erection. She flicked the pants aside and went at him with all of her mouth, drawing his cock deep into her throat.

“ I want to fuck your face.”

Stunned for a moment, she stilled. This was so unlike her quiet, respectful Esteban. She slipped the head of his cock out of her mouth and looked up at him. What she saw wasn't a demanding stranger, but her husband. Her lover. The smile on his face held no malice, just joy that the two of them could share this. That between them there were no secret unfulfilled desires.

She licked her lips and opened wide. Bending down he kissed her forehead, then held the back of her head. The head of his cock slipped over her lower lip and he slid it in deeper and deeper each stroke more forceful than the last. Right at the moment when she thought he had pushed her to the edge, he pulled out entirely.

“ On your knees.”

She did as she was told, arching her back so that he got the best view of her ass and pussy. He pulled her ass cheeks apart and gave her pussy one more good laving before standing to press his cock into her.

The smooth stroke of his rock hard arousal slid into place, filling her completely. Short, slow thrusts at first, his balls swinging and slapping her greedy clit, then faster and longer. A low moan started in the back of her throat and built in ferocity till she was throwing herself back into him. Doubling his force with her own she reveled in his fingers gripping her hips, in the sweat that shone on her breasts, in the gasps and grunts of pleasure that exploded out of him.

This was what she had always wanted. And she wanted it forever.

His groans reached a fever pitch. She drove her hips back one more time, grinding her pussy onto him. As she did, she felt the familiar warmth of his seed inside her.

He collapsed, nearly on top of her, pulling her into his chest as he rolled onto his side.

“ I am so happy, Dulce Flor.”

She basked in the glow of them together. She couldn't say a word, so just pulled his arms tighter around her. Drifting off to sleep, she dreamed of all the games they would play.

Bianca eyed her best friend, noting the measure– but not too distant– distance she kept between herself and Roger. “So. You two are a thing, huh?”

For a second, Rachel looked shocked. But then a smile bloomed on her face and she closed the careful distance. Leaning against Roger's large frame, she petted his chest.

“ Yeah. It just sort of…happened. You aren't mad, are you? I know what you said…”

Bianca smiled and dismissed her friend's worries with a little wave. “It's fine. But he's still driving us to dinner. Esteban is a terrible driver. Speaking of…” She opened the front door and called into the house, “Esteban. Come on. I'm starving.”

He burst through the bedroom door, looking every bit as good as he had the day she had married him. Better, even, now that the glow of distant worship was replaced with the gleam.