Elliott Mabeuse - Triad

“You did?” she responded. “Where?”

“Oh, right here in the village, in the high street, when I was shopping. Let’s just say he was an unexpected find. You’ll like him, I have money on it.”

She put her newspaper down. “Who is he? Come on, Eve, spill the details, what’s he like and where did you meet him?”

I gave her a faux-frown. “Don’t get too excited or I'll fret that you don't want me anymore.”

Dani laughed softly. “Bollocks to that. You know that’s not true.” She unfurled one leg from under her and nudged my knee with her outstretched toes. The contact set loose an invitation for more, and my pulse rate lifted, a dense heat gathering in my centre.

“It’s just a bit of fun,” she added. “You know that I love you.”

“I know. I’m teasing you.” We were sure of each other, solid, because we were perfectly matched. That's why we could occasionally take a male lover to answer that physical and emotional need in our psyche. We trusted each other. Whenever it happened it was just that, a bit of fun with a man. We shared the fun, which made it all the more part of us and our bond. And it had been a while since we’d taken a man into our bed.

“Maybe I'll take you to see him later this evening.” My pulse raced, anticipation building as I saw her eyes light.

“Oh. Good.” Dani stared over at me.

It was then that I realized this was a first. Dani often told me about some guy she’d seen, but not the other way around. On one occasion she took me to the market in Canterbury to see a hunk on a fruit stall that had caught her attention. Another time it was a road maintenance bloke who was working in our area for a couple of weeks. She spotted him in the local pub and took me down there to see if we could lure him home for a bit of fun, which we did. I wasn’t usually the instigator in these encounters. But I was pretty sure she’d like Alain, and he was definitely up for some flirting while he fed her chocolates, if nothing else.

“We’ll go out to dinner later and I’ll show him to you then.” I eyed her across the space between us, my gaze lingering on her breasts, starkly outlined as they were in her clinging kimono. My body craved contact with hers, even though it was less than an hour since we’d been entwined in bed.

“Why don’t you tell me what he’s like in the meantime?” Her eyes flickered, and she abandoned her newspaper to the floor and then rearranged herself in the armchair, one hand toying with the belt on her kimono

It was a game we liked to play, sharing what people were like-or what we thought they'd be like, in bed-while we made love.

I barely restrained my smile and then put my cup down on the coffee table beside my chair. Sliding forward in my chair I dropped onto my knees and then crossed the floor between us on my hands and knees, looking up at her as I went. My beautiful Dani, so feminine, so lush and sexy. Just knowing that she wanted me to touch her made my pussy slick with anticipation. I arrested one of her ankles in my hand, and gently drew her body around to face me.

“His name is Alain.” Nudging her knees apart, I blew on the soft, sensitive skin on the inside of her thighs, making her tremble. “He’s French.”

Her hands locked over the arms of the chair, knuckles whitening. “Huh, where did you find a dishy French man?”

“Right here.” I tiptoed my fingers up the inside of her soft inner thighs, while I looked at her pussy, barely concealed as it was within the sheer lace panties she wore.

“In our village.”

“No way.” She laughed and then quieted as I kissed her inner thighs, first one, and then the other.

I was within a couple of inches of her pussy, when it lifted toward me, her hips responding to my touch. “Do you really want to know what I think he’d be like?”

“Yes…” Dani replied, her chest rising and falling as she looked down at me.

I stroked my hands down her bare legs.

“Oh, I think that Alain is a very attentive man, and I bet he’d make an attentive lover.” Attentive indeed, I pictured him decorating her bare breasts, and it made me both horny and proud. Kneeling up, I leaned in and kissed her breastbone, pushing her kimono open and down off her shoulders, my own robe beginning to loosen as I worked her, and I wasn’t even wearing panties. “And I bet that when he makes love to a woman he observes them for a long time first.”

I traced my fingers around the outline of her breasts, watching when I felt the soft but resilient flesh bounce gently beneath the surface of my fingers-so resident, yet to soft and inviting. Dani’s lips were parted, her nipples puckering as I squeezed them, testing them gently for sensitivity, loving the way she arched her back. I began to circle the soft rosy aureole, smoother than silk, tender, they were darkening and crimping beneath my fingertips. “I think he’d look at you until your skin is burning up with the intensity of his stare, all over your body, until you were gagging for it.”

“That sounds like torture.” Her voice was breathy, she was already deeply aroused. “This is torture,” she added, laughing softly.

“Maybe, but Alain is an attractive man, in an androgynous kind of a way, with long hair and sharp features…and when he looks…” I shook my head, and glanced at her quickly for her reaction. Her lips parted as I ran my fingernails over the surface of her lace panties. “Then he begins to get close to where he has looked for so long, and the woman is desperate by this time, for his hands, and his body, and his erect cock…pushing between her open thighs. I'd love to see him doing that to you.”

Dani’s pupils were dilated and her flesh was trembling. I shifted and leaned in to kiss her open lips. They swelled gently against my mouth, and my mouth opened wider, my tongue moving against hers. The contact was too good. It fired me up. My cunt was hot and heavy and I pictured her under the Chocolatier. This had become as much about my need to fuck her as her need to be fucked.

I grabbed her around the waist and hauled her body nearer on the chair, closer against my own. What had started as a sexy wind up was rapidly getting out of control in the most exciting way possible. The air between us was a riot of pheromones. I ran my hands over the outline of Dani’s gently curved hips and buttocks; she pulled her mouth away.

“But he makes them wait, oh and it’s dreadful, the waiting, the wanting…isn’t it Dani?”

“Yes,” she spluttered. “But he does touch his woman, doesn’t he?”

“Do you want to know how I think he touches them?” I latched my fingers around the top of her panties, and tugged them down, forcing her to lift her hips to assist.

Dani nodded vigorously, one leg brushing up against the side of my body locking me in. Her pussy gleamed, like a ripe fruit bursting with juice. She was needy and wet, so ready for it, this really turned her on.

I snuck one finger down onto Dani’s slit and then kissed her, my mouth only just capturing the loud moan that Dani gave in response. I kept her quiet with another long, wet kiss, and then slid my finger into her slit and ran it up and down over the plump surface of her clit. Dani’s hands began to work their way up my back, while her hips lifted and she rubbed herself against me, quickly creaming all over my fingers.

I gasped, pulled her head away and then shook my head. “Not that quickly. I think Alain takes his time and so must you.” I leaned back, observing my woman in front of me. I wanted to keep her simmering, but I didn’t want to ruin her surprise. It was important that I didn’t mention the chocolate and give it away.

I ran one finger down her glistening pussy again, nudging her clit. “I’m sure Alain knows exactly how to touch a woman.” I recalled how he was when he offered me the tray of chocolates, making me choose, observing me all the while. “In fact, I guarantee he knows every trick in the book to drive her to the brink of madness.”