Lost Desires Page 3

  “I know, right? She looks damn good laid out like that, doesn’t she?” John questioned from across the room. “Those creamy thighs spread to reveal that beautiful wet pussy. It’s just begging for your attention isn’t it?”

  “Yes,” Ian breathed. I could hear his rapid breathing from across the room, which only made me breathe quicker and my pussy grow more excited as the anticipation got heavier.

  “Her beautiful, soft breasts are rising and falling, just asking for you to release them from the torture they are in. Go. Take off her bra. Let them escape,” John told Ian. I could hear halting footsteps before the side of the bed dipped. I grabbed handfuls of the pillow to keep myself from reaching out and touching whomever it was that was next to me.

  “You okay, baby?” Ian whispered into my ear as I felt his hands slide between me and the mattress to grab ahold of the clasp at the back of my bra.

  “Yes. God yes,” I murmured back, just as breathless as he was. “I’m so turned on, I can’t even tell you.”

  “Mmm. That makes me so hard when you talk like that,” Ian whispered before pulling back and sliding the straps of my bra up my arms. He pulled my arms apart so he could remove the bra completely before I returned them to their position above my head.

  “Come down here and look at her beautiful pussy that is making her panties so wet.” John brought my attention back to him. The bed shifted as Ian moved to the end of the bed. I felt a hand on each of my ankles. I heard a sharp intake of breath from one of them. John said, “Gorgeous, right?”

  “Yes. Hell, yeah,” Ian said as one hand slid up my inner thigh until it reached the elastic of my panties around my hip. I let out a moan at the caress and lifted my hips up towards the hand. “I want to see it.”

  “Tell her to take them off so you can see her.” John instructed.

  “Take them off, Brit. Show me that pretty pussy of yours.” Ian groaned as a hand landed on my opposite thigh. I could still feel the hand on my ankle so I knew both men were touching me, although I had no idea which hand belonged to who.

  I lowered my hand cautiously, expecting to be reprimanded for bringing my arms down. When I wasn’t, I hooked my thumbs in the sides of the tiny panties before drawing them down my thighs. I drew my knees towards my chest so I could pull them down my calves and off my feet. When I didn’t immediately move my legs back to the spread position, I felt a firm hand come to rest on my ankle with a slight tug that told me once again that it was John, reminding me of the position he told me to be in.

  “There you go. Absolutely delectable. Go on. Taste that pussy.” John said. There was silence that followed. Ian never went there. And I mean never. John let out a long, drawn out sigh. “Don’t tell me you are afraid to lick her. Really? It’s the most beautiful sight you will ever see. Trust me, your wife has a beautiful pussy that you should be jumping to smash your face in.”

  There was no response that I could hear from Ian.

  “Fine. If you won’t do it, I’ll show you. You can’t deny something that beautiful and wet of the attention it deserves. Your dick is not the most important part of the equation here. She is the one that needs to be satisfied. It’s the heaven every man dreams to find. A tight, wet pussy that sucks our hard cock into it until we fill it with come. Yes, pleasing her should be goal number one. Always. A happy pussy always makes sure to take care of her cock. So I ask you one more time, are you going to lick that pussy or am I? One way or another, someone is going get come on their face tonight.”

  “Me. I’ll do it.” Ian’s voice was determined. In the ten years we’d been married, plus the year that we’d dated, he had not once gone down on me. He always said that just wasn’t his thing. I felt a soft, shy kiss land on the very front of my pussy. I was struggling between the instructions I’d been given and lying as still as I could. I didn’t want to surprise and scare him off from his task. I wanted his tongue to run over my pussy so bad. I would’ve given just about anything. It’d been over ten years since anyone had put their face between my thighs. Don’t get me wrong, sex was great, but there was absolutely nothing like a man putting his hot, wet tongue against the most sensitive part of my body.

  “Brittany, remember what I told you. This is important, right now.” John’s voice was soft and came from right beside my head, while I felt Ian’s hands grip and separate my thighs further to accommodate his shoulders. Soft yet firm lips made a trail from the inside of my knee down to the crease of my leg and hip. I heard a deep inhale from the nose that was barely brushing my pussy, followed by a low growl. A firm, warm, wet tongue swept up the center of me, causing me to arch my back involuntarily, a loud moan ripping from my throat. I wasn’t thinking of what John said, I was going with what my body was feeling, and that was telling me to moan while pressing the sensitive nub toward the face between my thighs. The firm pressure continued to flick up and down across my clit as I ground my hips upwards, my fists clenching in the pillow above my head.

  “Oh hell. Oh yeah,” I moaned a few pitches higher than normal as the intense pleasure surged through my body. “Don’t stop. Fuck. Don’t stop.” I had to push up and meet the source of pleasure. I bucked my hips again and again against Ian before ecstasy shot up my spine and through my limbs, leaving me a gasping pile of mush, trying to recover from one of the most pleasurable sexual experiences of my life.

  Chapter 4

  I heard John talking to Ian, but I was too numb from the orgasm to pay any attention to them. I tuned in when I felt someone climb onto the bed with me.

  “Now, I want you to have sex. I won’t say anything else - I just want to see what sex is normally like for you two. Unless you want to take another step today, but I think you’ve done very well this time so we can stop if you’d like,” John said to Ian.

  “No, I want to try whatever you want,” Ian said from right next to me. Naturally, I rolled on my side toward him even though I still had the blindfold on and couldn’t see him. His hand came to rest on my bare hip.

  “Okay. Brit, how are you doing?” John asked.

  “Fantastic.” I smiled a smug grin. I had no complaints on how the therapy was going.

  “Great. For the next part, I want Ian to lay on his back, and Brit, you get to ride him,” Ian instructed. I shook my head.

  “But I can’t see.” I hesitated. I didn’t like not seeing anymore. It was a strange sensation, and I wanted to see and know it was my husband in bed with me.

  “You can take the blindfold off now,” John responded. I pulled the blindfold off and tossed it over my shoulder, looking at Ian with a broad smile on my face.

  “Hi, baby.” I leaned in and kissed him on the lips. Ian sank his hands into my hair and held me to him as he slipped his tongue into my mouth. As our tongues dueled, he rolled onto his back and used gentle pressure on my face to tell me he wanted me to climb on top of him. I pushed back on his hands as I tossed a leg over his hips and looked into his eyes as I guided his penis into me. Closing my eyes, I savored the first slide in. It was always my favorite. The first stretching and filling. I bit down on my lower lip as I lifted myself up then sank back down. Before I could move again, John stepped up to the side of the bed, and it surprised me to see him so close while I had my husband in me.

  “Brit, keep going. Ian?” John asked and waited until Ian turned to look at him. “Why don’t you like this position?”

  “Um, I don’t know,” Ian mumbled as I lifted myself and lowered again. It was a bit unusual, but I found I was rushing toward my orgasm faster than ever before just because someone else was in the room who was acting like we were doing nothing to be embarrassed or secretive about.

  “There has to be a reason. Be honest.” John lifted his eyes to watch as I rose and fell again. I wanted to go faster, I wanted to moan, but I was trying to listen and not get any more distracted.

  “No control,” Ian finally said.

  “Oh, you can have a lot of control in this position.” John smiled at me then Ian. “P
ut your hands on her hips. Hold onto her. Move her how you want her to move. Arch your hips, press into her. Pull her down so you can suck on those beautiful breasts.”

  When Ian’s hands grabbed my hips and forcefully pulled me down onto his cock, I couldn’t hold back any more. I moaned loudly as my eyes locked with his. He bit his lip as he did it again and again, arching against me as he pulled hard down on my hips, going deep into my pussy. The feel of him taking control, enjoying the full view of my body had me throwing my head back in an all-consuming release. I actually squirted on his chest I came so hard.

  “Holy fuck,” Ian groaned as he tensed and held me down against him. I felt his cock twitching within me, his come filling me. I fell against his chest, breathing hard, unable to move. Still gasping seconds later, he smiled down at me. “You’ve never squirted before.”

  “I know.” I sighed. I was exhausted and well satiated.

  “And that is the end of our session,” John said from somewhere in the room. I had forgotten he was there. “Take your time getting yourselves together. I have the room for the night. I’ll leave you two alone now.”

  “Hey, John,” Ian spoke, still unmoving on the bed. “Thanks. Really, thanks.”

  “My pleasure,” John said before the door clicked closed behind him.

  It took a few minutes before I was able to roll myself off Ian’s chest. I laid there for even longer simply staring at the ceiling with the goofiest smile on my face. I hadn’t had sex like that in… well, forever. Turning onto my side, I looked at Ian, who had a similar smile on his face with his eyes closed.

  “So, what do you think about therapy now?” I asked softly. Ian blinked his eyes open slowly and turned his head so he could look at me.

  “It’s not such a bad idea. That was fucking incredible.” Lifting a hand, he trailed the back of his fingers over my cheek and smiled at me. “Really. I haven’t come that hard in so long. Not to mention he reminded me just how sexy you are.”

  I blushed at his comment. There was only one man in the world I wanted to think I was beautiful, and he’d just told me after the best sex I’d ever had. I didn’t think life could get any better.

  After an hour of snuggling together, we decided it was time to get dressed and get the children. Once again, life returned to normal for the week. I heard from John again on Wednesday requesting to have our meeting at the house on Thursday, which worked perfect for me.

  Thursday morning, Ian came out from getting ready and surprised me by giving me a passionate kiss before whispering in my ear he couldn’t wait for our meeting. I couldn’t either.

  While Ian ate his dinner, I put on a pair of tiny panties I had bought when I’d taken the kids to the mall earlier in the week. I’d even bought a completely see through lace bra. I would’ve never worn something like that before, but I wanted to surprise Ian. Plus, it made me feel sexy. When I came down the stairs, Ian gave me a once over with his eyes before a smile tugged up the side of his mouth.

  “What?” I asked with a grin as I walked over to sit next to him. He’d already cleared the table and had been waiting for me, which was something new.

  “Just looking at my beautiful wife.” Ian grabbed my hand as he stood before leading me into the living room. “Why don’t you sit down? I’m sure John will be here at any moment.”

  I pursed my lips at him. This was totally not my husband. He was always too busy to get the door, even when we were expecting company. Just as I sat on the side of the couch, the bell rang and Ian smiled at me, kissing my knuckles before dropping my hand to get the door.

  “Right on time,” Ian greeted John, pulling it open to allow him to enter.

  “So, are you ready for another lesson?” John asked, rubbing his hands together. I nodded and tried not to notice how well he filled out his t-shirt and low hung jeans. “Brit, please come here.” John instructed me with a wave of his finger. I stood and walked over to stand in front of him. Winking at me, he looked to Ian. “Now, Ian, you sit on the center of the couch.”

  “Okay.” Ian sat back on the plush surface, and John turned his attention back to me. John spun me back around to face my husband with a gentle hand on my shoulder.

  “When you look at your husband sitting there, what do you want to do to him?” John asked with his mouth close enough to my ear that I could feel the heat of his breath on my cheek. Biting my lower lip, I looked over my husband from head to toe before answering.

  “I want to kneel in front of him and suck his cock into my mouth before riding him until we both come,” I murmured softly, embarrassed to be speaking such things out loud.

  “Then do it. Show him how much you desire touching him. Put your hands on as much of his skin as possible while doing it. Be vocal about what you like or want.” John spoke again directly into my ear, his hands sliding up both my arms and then pushing me forward ever so gently. “Now. Go.”

  Swallowing hard, I took the few steps needed to close the distance to Ian. I was sure Ian had heard our exchange, but he only smiled at me. Placing a hand on either of his knees, I sank down between his thighs. My hands slipped upward until I reached his belt buckle. I quickly undid it and tugged open the tab before sliding down the zipper. I could already see his cock swelling and bulging in his dress pants which made me even more turned on. I was astonunded that me, simply being between his thighs, got him that excited.

  I pulled out his hot, swollen flesh through the hole in his boxers. I tilted my head back and met Ian’s eyes as I flicked my tongue out and ran it across the slit on the very tip of his penis. Ian’s eyes flickered as he fought to keep them open, his hands holding tightly to the edge of the couch. I ran my tongue around the underside of his cock, giving the sensitive part of him extra attention. Once I made it all the way around, I sucked the entire head into my mouth, still staring into his lust-filled eyes.

  “Excellent eye contact.” John’s voice came from behind me somewhere. I had forgotten again that he was even there and tried not to show my surprise. Slowly, I sucked more of Ian’s hard cock into my mouth while using one of my hands to hold the base of his shaft. “Ian, how does that feel? Tell Brit. Speak to her.”

  Ian’s only response was a groan as I sucked hard and took him entirely into my mouth. As I was sliding back up, I reached up to cup his balls with one hand and followed my mouth up his shaft with the other.

  “That’s it? A groan is all you want to say about your beautiful wife deep throating your hard cock while playing with your balls.” John moved closer from the sound of it, but I was focused on making it hard for Ian to come up with words. Sucking hard, pulling down on his balls ever so slightly, just the way he liked, as I slid back down his shaft and up again. I used my hand to squeeze lightly and extend each stroke.

  “No, no. It feels so fucking amazing, babe. So hot and wet. You know I love when you play with my balls like that,” Ian managed to groan out, but he had to break eye contact and throw back his head to do so. Hearing him talking naughty to me made a tingle start between my thighs. Trying to get him to look into my eyes again, I let his cock slip from between my lips so I could run my tongue around the rim again and again before letting just the head slip in, allowing my hand to keep sliding up and down his shaft, using the lubrication left from my mouth. “Oh shit, Brit. You better stop or you are going to make me come.”

  “No. Not yet. Don’t come yet.” John stepped up right next to where I kneeled and slipped his hand into my hair, pulling my head back slightly until I looked up at him. “Now move onto the next part.”

  I nodded. I’d gotten so wrapped up in making my husband moan that I’d forgotten about wanting to ride him. Since the idea was back in my mind though, I was more than ready. I stood and quickly undid my pants, letting them fall to the floor before kicking them out of the way.

  Ian sat there watching as I moved to straddle his lap. He put his hands on my hips to stop me though. “Wait, let me get out of my pants.”

  “Do you have to? Can
’t you just launder them later?” John asked before I even had a chance to respond. Ian never wanted to get anything on his clothes. I looked from Ian to John then back. Watching Ian’s chest rise then fall, he grabbed me harder and pulled me forward and down so my bare ass came into contact with his dress pants.

  “Ride that cock, babe.” Ian gave me a small smile. I knew that’d been hard for him to do, and I smiled broadly. Reaching between our bodies, I grabbed a hold of his cock, sliding through the juices gathered between my thighs. Once he was lined up, I slowly lowered myself onto him, letting out a long moan when he sank all the way in on one stroke. I’d been so ready for him. Hooking my feet around his calves, I pushed off the couch to rock up and down on him. Ian surprised me by grabbing the bottom of my top and quickly pulling it over my head. As he unhooked and released my bra, he looked into my eyes and said, “I need to suck on your beautiful tits. They are right in my face.”

  I moaned as he took one of my nipples in his mouth, his other hand massaging my other breast as I continued to rock on him. I could feel an orgasm growing closer as he switched to nibble and tease the other nipple. Just as I was about to say I was going to come, Ian grabbed onto both my hips, not minding my wide hips that made me uncomfortable. His strong grip held me down and rocked me back and forth on his shaft, keeping his cock deep in me, my clit rubbing on his base from the rough and hard tugs on my hips.

  “Oh shit. Ian. Shit.” I held onto his shoulder tightly and nearly screamed as an incredibly strong orgasm washed over me. I blacked out for a moment from how intense it was. Thankfully, Ian had followed me over the blissful cliff because I wouldn’t have been able to continue. I leaned forward and rested my face in the crook of Ian’s neck, gasping for breath.

  “And that is the end of our second session. I’ll be in touch,” John spoke from heaven knows where. My mind slowly processed that he had left, but I couldn’t force myself to move or care.

  “That was amazing. Again,” Ian spoke drowsily. I smiled softly and nodded once since it was all I could do to respond.