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  Eleanor could feel her heart pounding in her chest, and a slight repositioning of her legs made her very aware of the dampness of her panties. She was surprised that the two of them couldn’t smell her arousal. Perhaps they would have done, if the area wasn’t still rife with the smell of their gel pen war.

  Tightening his grip and moving closer still, Jimmy prompted, “Well? Do you surrender? Or will I have to make you?”

  His threat only made Eleanor hotter. Her legs felt a little wobbly, and she was grateful for the support of the wall behind her. She gritted her teeth, trying to get a hold of herself, then choked out, “You’ll have to make me.”

  A smile tugged at the corner of Jimmy’s mouth.

  “Fine,” he said, his voice low. “I will.”

  Before Eleanor had time to think about exactly what he was going to do, she found out. Her eyes widened as Jimmy’s handsome face grew closer, and the gap between them disappeared. When his lips touched hers, Eleanor’s eyes fluttered closed. She didn’t respond for a second or two, but as the pressure of Jimmy’s lips on hers increased, she succumbed.

  When the parting of Eleanor’s lips told Jimmy that she was playing ball, he moved her arms from their position against the wall, down to his shoulders. Automatically, Eleanor looped them around his neck. He then slipped his own arms around her waist and pulled her tightly against his body.

  Eleanor moaned into Jimmy’s mouth as she felt the insistent press of his hard cock against her stomach. Even through their layers of clothes she could feel the heat, and suddenly wanted nothing more than to feel that hard heat thrusting inside her. Pulling away from their kiss, she said as much.

  Jimmy didn’t need telling twice. Pressing a kiss to her lips, he released her, then dashed across the room to shut the door. Eleanor was about to mention how dodgy it looked that the door was locked, should anyone come upstairs, but then she remembered. The door had a Yale lock, which meant that it locked automatically when you closed it, which is why she’d propped it open in the first place. If anyone came up, they could just plead ignorance. Unless of course it was their manager, who had the other key to the door...

  Shaking her head firmly to rid her mind of that thought, Eleanor turned her attention to what Jimmy was doing. He was looking around the room for somewhere suitable for them to do the deed. From the expression on his face, Eleanor guessed he wasn’t being very successful. He looked up at her, and shrugged.

  It was then that Eleanor had an idea. Grinning at Jimmy, she beckoned to him. He crossed the room quickly, and raised an eyebrow at her questioningly.

  “Who says we need something to sit or lie on, Jimmy?”

  “I don’t follow.”

  “You will.”

  A small smile crept onto Eleanor’s face as she realised that their urgency to fuck had caused them both to forget the fact that Jimmy was supposed to be “making” her surrender, having lost the war. She decided not to bring it up.

  Reaching down to unbuckle her belt, Eleanor felt a heat rising in her cheeks as she saw the hungry way that Jimmy watched her. The same hungry look also caused a fresh trickle of juices to soak into her knickers, and made her clit throb relentlessly. She made speedy work of undoing the button and zip on her trousers and dropping them, along with her underwear, around her ankles. Turning to face the wall, she braced her hands against it and bent over, thrusting her ass towards Jimmy.

  Eleanor could almost hear the penny drop. A noise that was somewhere between a grunt and a moan came from behind her, and the sound of swishing material and opening zips rapidly followed. Grinning, Eleanor thrust her bottom out further and gave it a wiggle.

  That was definitely a moan.

  “You teasing bitch. Give me a second.”

  More sounds; this time ones she couldn’t identify... until snap. The unmistakeable sound of latex being firmly settled onto an eager cock. Eleanor closed her eyes and sent a silent thanks to the contraception gods. She also mentally berated herself for not having thought about that herself.

  The thought process was driven from Eleanor’s mind as Jimmy’s fingers touched her labia, then slipped between them. She heard him hiss, then, sounding as though he was struggling to form words, he said, “F-fuck. You are... so hot. And wet. And... unnnnf!”

  The last unintelligible utterance accompanied the action of Jimmy’s fingers sliding into Eleanor’s pussy. As blood thundered inside her ears, she just about made out Jimmy’s next word.

  “Tight.”

  Led entirely by her body, rather than her mind, Eleanor pushed back onto Jimmy’s fingers. Thankfully, he took the hint, and milliseconds later he’d pulled out his fingers and Eleanor could feel the press of his latex-covered glans against her slick opening. Just as she was about to yell at him to get on with it, Jimmy’s hands shoved her shirt up her back out of the way, then rested on her hips. Then, slowly but surely, he entered her.

  Biting her bottom lip to keep from crying out, Eleanor enjoyed the sensations racing through her body as her cunt gobbled up Jimmy’s thick shaft. Soon, his balls were pressed tightly up against her ass, and all Eleanor wanted was for him to screw her until she came.

  “Jimmy?”

  “Yeah?”

  “Fuck me.”

  “Yes ma’am.”

  And boy, did he fuck her. Jimmy thrust in and out of her hot pussy at an impressive speed. The only sound in the room was skin slapping against skin - and the occasional grunt or moan that the pair of them couldn’t contain.

  Before long, Eleanor was on the edge of orgasm, and all too aware that they were just one closed door away from being caught. They didn’t have the luxury of time, unfortunately. She slipped a hand between her thighs and pressed her fingers against her swollen and needy clit.

  “Jimmy?”

  “Yeah?”

  “Come with me.”

  As Jimmy picked up the pace, Eleanor strummed her clit rapidly. She quickly found herself experiencing the tingling feeling that meant her orgasm was imminent.

  “Jimmy....”

  “Yeah.... unnnnhhhh!”

  The twitching of Jimmy’s ejaculating cock was all it took to push her over the edge. Slamming her hand back on the wall to steady herself, Eleanor bit her lip once more, almost drawing blood in an effort not to scream her release. The fingers digging tightly into the flesh of her hips indicated that Jimmy was having a similar problem.

  As they rode out their respective orgasms, Eleanor and Jimmy gradually relaxed. Seconds later, Jimmy pulled out and the two of them put their clothes straight. When she was decent, she turned to Jimmy and let out a laugh. He looked at her quizzically.

  “You might want to go and wash, Jimmy.”

  “Why, am I all sweaty?”

  “Well, yes. But you’re also covered in fucking ink!”

  “So are you.”

  Giggling, the two of them exited the warehouse door - mercifully the landing outside was empty - and went their separate ways to wash the evidence from their hands and faces.

  The evidence of their pen war, that is.

  It would take a lot more than water to wash away the evidence of their illicit warehouse fuck.

  They’d just have to hope that no-one noticed.

  Double Vision

  Becky and Paul shared most things - as an open-minded married couple, this included sexual fantasies, many of which they acted out. A Lance Corporal in the British Army, Paul did wonders for Becky’s uniform fetish. However, as much as she loved and trusted Paul, Becky had never divulged her number one fantasy.

  Tonight, however, Becky had decided to bite the figurative bullet. Paul would be home in about 20 minutes. She pulled the new negligee out of her top drawer and slid it over her shoulders, letting the fantasy unfold in her mind. She imagined Paul, with several other men dressed in unifor
m, surrounding her.

  Becky pulled the matching skimpy panties up, wondering how damp they might become before he even came home. The squaddies in her fantasy moved in on her, quickly pulling her clothes from her. She imagined eager, masculine hands caressing her skin, her limbs, her breasts.

  She walked around her marital bedroom, lighting candles, imagining the sordid positions her military gang of lovers would assume. They might force her to her knees, here, at the end of the bed, each taking pleasure in her mouth. They would bend her over the front of the low dresser here, taking turns entering her.

  Becky sat on the end of the bed and pulled on her tallest heels, picturing her own body lying prone, her lovers touching, kissing, and fucking her. She indulged in her fantasy for only a moment more before she stood to look in the mirror and assess the finished product.

  Becky’s fantasy was a minefield for so many reasons: it broke the couple’s rule about bringing other people into their sex life. Plus, she didn’t fancy any of Paul’s mates, and if the authorities found out, there could be an awful lot of trouble. So Becky had kept quiet, letting her fantasy scenario play out only in her head. But she had realized that just because she told Paul about it, didn’t mean that anything had to happen. After all, they hadn’t acted out all of the fantasies they’d previously divulged; they were happy to just talk about many of them. This could be one of those fantasies. She applied a sheer pink colour to her lips and blew herself a kiss in the mirror.

  Becky heard the key turn in the door and ran down the stairs. Paul was grinning even before he came in, but his grin widened when he saw what she was wearing. He was clearly in for a good time this evening. She took his hand, wordlessly, and pulled him over the threshold and towards the stairs - barely giving him enough time to shut the front door.

  Clomping up the stairs in his heavy boots, Paul thought, as he often did, how lucky he was to have Becky. Many of the guys he worked with complained that their sex life had dwindled the longer they’d been with their partner. Of course, Paul and Becky weren’t quite the rampant teenagers they’d been when they got together, but they still had sex several times a week. And it was rarely a single-position repetition of the last time they’d done it.

  Paul knew that Becky loved him in uniform - she often accosted him on his return from work and dragged him straight to bed. Being a man, he certainly wasn’t complaining, After all, it was really no different from him getting off on her wearing sexy outfits - much like the one she had on now.

  Becky let go of Paul’s hand and sauntered to the bed. She turned and sat, looking at him. As her gaze raked him from top to bottom, he felt his cock beginning to stir beneath his combats.

  Becky took in the delicious sight of her husband and felt her pussy pulse in response. Everything, from the regulation boots to the beret on his head, screamed “fuck me!” And that’s exactly what Becky intended to do.

  “Come here, gorgeous,” she said, in what she hoped was a seductive tone, “let me look at you.”

  Paul moved towards the bed, his cock rapidly hardening in anticipation. Becky reached out and grabbed his belt, yanking him towards her. Immediately, her hands grasped his t-shirt and untucked it from his trousers, sliding it high up his torso. Her lips met naked skin. She kissed his smooth, muscular stomach, then licked him, her tongue riding the ridges of his six pack.

  Playfully, she poked her tongue into his belly-button. She could feel the heat emanating from his groin and couldn’t wait to get her hands on his cock, but she knew it was worth waiting for. She slid her hands up to his nipples and tweaked them, grinning into his stomach as she felt him flinch. She released his nipples and moved her hands back down his body, purposely dragging her nails, not-so-gently, across his skin as she did so.

  Without hesitation, Becky undid Paul’s belt and combats, almost drooling in anticipation of what was beneath. And Paul had a surprise of his own - nothing. He’d gone commando today, so that all Becky had to do was reach down and manoeuvre his prick out of his trousers and into her waiting mouth.

  Paul groaned at the sensation of his wife’s hot wet tongue on his bell-end. She licked the shiny, purple head like it was an ice cream, lightly flicking into the tiny hole at the end and lapping up his pre-cum. Paul reached down and tangled his fingers in her hair for leverage. Smiling inwardly at her husband’s impatience, Becky reached round to his buttocks, grasped them tightly and pulled him towards her, causing his cock to slide deeper and deeper into her throat. Soon, she could take no more and it took all of Paul’s concentration not to come as he felt her gag reflexes tighten around his shaft.

  “Babe,” Paul said, his voice husky with lust, “you’re going to have to stop that or I’ll come. It feels bloody amazing.”

  Sliding his dick slowly out from between her lips, Becky replied, “Well, that’s kind of the plan.”

  “I know, but I wanna come inside you - eventually.”

  “How about you return the favour, then?”

  Becky slid Paul’s shaft deep inside her mouth one more time, then back out with an audible “pop.” She lay back on the bed, crossed her arms behind her head, and looked at her husband with a lecherous smile.

  Paul instantly dropped to his knees on the carpet and shuffled closer to the bed. He grabbed Becky’s ankles and pulled her so she was positioned with her ass on the edge of the mattress. He removed her tiny, frilly knickers, pulling them over her legs and off her feet, then he spread her legs wide. Dipping his head between her thighs, he inched slowly towards her pussy, purposely teasing her, like she had him. Taking a deep breath, inhaling the delicious scent of her, his cock leapt in response. Then he exhaled, sending a caress of warm air over her labia and clit.

  Becky gasped at the sensation; her legs involuntarily drawing together. Now she could feel Paul’s head against her inner thighs, his green beret tickling the delicate skin and its badge digging into her. She didn’t care. All she really wanted to feel was his talented tongue dipping into her wetness, coaxing her to orgasm.

  He didn’t make her wait much longer. Paul slid his hands underneath her, cupping her ass and pulling her pussy onto his face. He brushed his face against her skin, the roughness of his stubble making her squeal and wriggle in his hands. He smiled, then drove his tongue into his wife’s pussy. She tasted and smelled divine - Paul never could get enough of giving Becky head.

  As he licked, sucked, and nibbled at her vulva, Becky’s gasps and moans became louder and more abandoned, and he knew that it wouldn’t be long before she came. Adding a finger to her pussy, he coated it thoroughly in her copious juices, and smeared them on her asshole. Knowing what was coming, Becky’s anus twitched, as though trying to grab his finger. Stroking gently but firmly, Paul introduced his digit to her back passage, continuing to tongue her clit.

  Once she’d relaxed a little, Paul pumped his finger in and out of Becky’s tight hole. He felt it grow tighter and grip his finger, and with a final suck of her sensitive nub, Becky was spiralling into orgasm. Twitching and moaning, Becky came hard, Paul continuing to lick her until the contractions died down.

  He clambered up and joined Becky on the bed, pulling her into his arms and stroking her hair as she recovered. She looked up at him and grinned lazily, still basking in the afterglow of her climax.

  It was now or never.

  “Sweetie,” she said, looking coyly up at him through her lashes, “you know how you said we can tell each other anything?”

  “Yes, of course. What is it?”

  “You know how much I like you in your uniform, right?” Not wanting to give him a chance to reply, she continued, “Well, I’ve been keeping this one quiet for a while, but I sometimes think about group sex - with squaddies.” She paused. “I know it can never happen, but it makes me horny thinking about it.”

  Paul remained silent. He had a faraway expression on his face, and Bec
ky wondered what he was thinking about. Suddenly, he snapped out of it.

  “You dirty bitch. Being serviced by different men gets you off, eh?”

  Becky looked up, alarmed, but then she spotted the smirk playing on his lips.

  “I’d quite like to share you out actually. My sexy wife sucking and fucking different cocks, all the while knowing I get to go home with you.”

  Pouncing on her and tickling her, they laughed and playfully wrestled until Paul ended up straddling his wife, pinning her wrists down. They quickly resumed where they’d left off before Becky’s confession.

  Days later, Becky’s fantasy was the last thing on her mind as she wound her way down the aisles of the supermarket. She had a delicious meal planned for Paul, and was consumed with the upcoming line up of recipes. She hummed a tune as she drove home and unlocked the front door, propping it open so she could bring in all the bags. She flipped on the kettle and headed for their bedroom to take off her shoes before putting the shopping away.

  It wasn’t until she pushed open the door that she noticed something was amiss. However, before she could take anything in and make sense of it, Paul appeared from behind the door with a blindfold in his hands.

  “I gotta surprise for you babe. Let me put this on.”

  Taken aback, but not perturbed, Becky smiled, pointing back towards the kitchen. “Just let me put the groceries...”

  “Shhhh,” he interrupted. “They’ll be fine. Do as I say, turn around, and let me put this on you.”

  Becky’s body responded immediately. She turned around so Paul could slip the silken material over her eyes. He tied it carefully so it wasn’t uncomfortable for her, and took her hand. He led her towards the bed, pushed her gently onto it, and quickly joined her. Silently, he started to undress her, starting with her shoes and socks, then peeled her clothes away, layer by layer, until she was completely naked. She had been nude in front of her husband countless times, but somehow the blindfold made her feel more exposed - she didn’t know what he was doing or how he was reacting to her nakedness.