Selena Kitt - Bluebeard’s wife

That's what I did, sliding it all the way into my pussy on the first go-I was that wet, listening to them.

"Oh yes, fuck me!" Marie cried. "I want your cock inside me, sir."

"Spread your legs wider," he growled. "I'm going to give you just want you deserve."

Oh my God. My heart was beating so fast. I turned the vibrator on, moaning as it buzzed against my clit.

"Oh, please, sir," Marie begged. "Please!"

"Take my cock," John growled. "I'm going to fuck you so hard you can't breathe."

Marie was moaning and crying out, as if he were fucking her as hard as I was shoving my vibrator deep inside of me, so hard it almost hurt, fucking myself faster with it. I moaned along with her, although I knew they couldn't hear me, saying the words,

"yes, sir," over and over under my breath.

"I'm going to come, sir," she whispered, and I could hear the sounds John made when he was close, too.

"Not until I say you can," he growled, and I moaned, feeling my climax coming.

Not until he said? My whole body responded to him, doing exactly what he wanted, holding back at his words.

"Yes, sir," she whispered, sounding almost as if she were in pain from holding back. I knew how she felt. I whispered it, too, "yes, sir," under my breath.

"Now," John groaned, and I heard him coming, and I shuddered, pushing the vibrator deep into my pussy, rocking with it as I came, too.

"Yes, sir!" Marie cried. "Ohhhh, yes, I'm coming for you, sir!" And she did, or at least I hope she really did-it sounded like it felt absolutely lovely, almost as good as my own orgasm still pulsing it's way through my pussy.

"Yes, sir," I whispered, hearing John's ragged breathing returning to normal. "Oh, yes, sir." I replaced the receiver and put the vibrator back, reminding myself to clean it up in the morning. I closed my eyes when I heard him come up the stairs, feigning sleep.

* * * *

"Whoa!" John said as he came around the corner and saw me adjusting my outfit in the mirror. "What the-? I thought you were going to Kelly's?"

"I am," I smiled. "Do you like it?"

His eyes told me that he did, although his mouth was set in a thin line. "What kind of party is this?"

I turned back to the mirror, straightening the plaid skirt at my waist, making it snug over my hips. "A lingerie party."

"A what?" John leaned against the doorway, crossing his arms over his chest.

I turned and twirled in the outfit: a school girl, complete with red plaid skirt, white blouse tied at the waist, white thigh highs, and of course the black Mary Jane shoes. I wondered if it made him remember that night I heard him on the phone with Marie playing out the daddy/daughter school girl fantasy, but his eyes didn't reveal anything.

"A lingerie party," I said again. "Kelly thought it would be fun to model some of the merchandise. Her friend is just starting out as a, what do you call those… a demonstrator, party hostess?"

"What is Kelly going as?" John asked, watching me bend over the counter and put on more lip gloss.

I smacked my lips together. "Either the cheerleader, or she's just going with a babydoll nightie kind of thing." I walked toward him, smiling. "Do you like it?"

"It's uh… pretty revealing," he said, eyeing my legs. "This is an all-girls thing?"

I laughed. "Of course. Do you think I'd parade around like this in front of guys?" I kissed his cheek and rubbed my exposed belly against him. "It's just a favor for Kelly."

"Don't be late." His eyes were on the V of my blouse.

I couldn't help smiling. I had more plans for this outfit than a night at Kelly's, that was for sure!

* * * *

Kelly met me at the door and I laughed. "You changed your mind again?"

She grinned and shrugged. "It's a woman's prerogative. You like?"

I nodded, my eyes sweeping up the outfit. It was clearly a ballerina-type thing, the top consisting of white satin bra cups and a sheer baby-doll nightie that barely covered the white panties she was wearing. She had white toe-shoes on, and the laces criss-crossed up her legs to her knees.

"Chris had a fit before he left," Kelly grinned. "Come on, before you freeze. I want to get your coat off and see the goods."

"John did, too," I told her, slipping off my long winter coat and giving it to her. I noticed that her panties were a g-string when she turned to hang my coat in the closet, the full, creamy globes of her ass completely exposed. "But I told him it was going to be just us girls."

I heard her chuckle. "Yep, just us girls." Kelly turned around, her eyes sweeping me. "Oh, Tara!"

I did a little twirl. "You like?"

"Yeah," she breathed. "Damn, those stockings and shoes are hot. I wish I had legs like yours to pull that off."

"I like yours," I said, taking her extended hand and letting her lead me toward the living room. "They're curvy. Mine are just sticks."

"You make the perfect little schoolgirl," she said, wrapping her arm around my waist as we went into the room. She whispered in my ear, "John is going to love it."

I smiled. I hoped so. There were already six other women there, all dressed up, except for one. I was amazed that Kelly had convinced them all to wear lingerie, but she had-the woman had incredible powers of persuasion when she wanted something There was a cheerleader, a cat woman of some sort, a long-legged exotic-looking girl with dark hair that came to her bottom dressed like a belly dancer, and two women wearing teddy-stocking combinations, one black and one pink.

The woman who hadn't dressed up was wearing jeans and a black t-shirt with a shiny white pentagram in the center. Goth all the way, with her dark makeup and short dark hair and motorcycle boots. She looked up when I came in, making a face at my outfit.

"Chris' sister," Kelly whispered. "I had to invite her. I didn't know she'd come."

"Well, this is everyone… except our hostess with the mostest," Kelly remarked.

"Who wants a drink?"

Everyone's hand went up, and Kelly had us all follow her out to the kitchen, where she had laid out wine and snacks, and I started helping her by mixing daiquiris and pina coladas in the blender. I didn't know any of the other girls-people from Kelly's work, or her mommy's group, at least that's as much as I could gather from the conversation. The goth girl sat on a stool where I was throwing ice into the blender, sucking on a cherry still attached to its stem.

"So, what's your name?" I asked her.

"Collie," she said.

I did a double take. "Like Lassie?"

"No, like the goddess of death and destruction," she countered, rolling her eyes.

"Ohhh, Kali," I said, laughing at my mistake. "The one who wears skulls around her neck and carries a big knife?"

The girl looked surprised. "That's the one."

"Good namesake," I said, pouring a splash of rum into the blender. "Your mother give it to you?" I couldn't imagine Chris' mother ever naming a child Kali.

"Colleen," the girl said, rolling her eyes again. "But I like Kali."

"I like it, too," I replied, turning on the blender and talking over it. "So are you in college?"

"Yeah, sophomore year," she said, talking over the blender, too. "You?"

I laughed, turning off the switch and pulling off the lid so I could start pouring drinks. "I finished college eons ago."

Kelly came up behind me, her hip rubbing up against mine. "No drinks for you, missy,"

she said to Kali with a wink. "You're not twenty-one."

"Oh, come on," I said, sliding a daiquiri across the counter to her. "Pretend we're in Canada. Besides, if she's going to have to put up with us old folks dressed in lingerie all night, she better start drinking now."

Kali laughed, picking up the daiquiri and taking a sip.

The doorbell rang and Kelly went to get it. The daiquiris were soon dispensed and half gone, and I started working on making more. Kali helped me, going to get more ice from the freezer.