We Love Lucy Page 8

  “You trust me, right?”

  Becky nodded a reply, still trying to work out what on earth was going on. She felt the bed shift as Paul’s weight moved off it. She knew he hadn’t gone far, she could hear noises that resembled the sound of clothing falling to the floor. It kind of sounded like he was undressing, but if that were the case, he was wearing an awful lot of clothing. She wondered if her ears were playing tricks on her.

  Crawling back onto the bed, Paul straddled his wife, and that’s when she realized he hadn’t been undressing after all. She could feel the rough material of his trousers against her skin, and the stroke of cotton against her breasts as he leaned down to kiss her.

  “You’re beautiful. And I want you badly. Can you tell?” he asked, grabbing her hand and pressing her palm against his erection.

  Nodding, Becky became very aware of the dampness between her thighs.

  “You’re a very attractive woman, Becky. You know that, don’t you? I see men looking at you when we’re out, and I don’t blame them. In fact, I enjoy it. Because I know at the end of the day, you’re mine, so I’ll let them share you for a little while. They’re looking at you now, you know. Do you want to see?”

  As her lust-addled brain struggled to catch up, Becky’s heart pounded in her chest when she realized what Paul was getting at. Did she want to see the men looking at her? Surely he hadn’t? They’d always vowed never to risk their relationship by bringing someone else into it - even just for sex.

  Not waiting for her reply, he leaned down to pull off the blindfold and Becky opened her eyes, amazed at what she saw. Standing tall and rigid...surrounding her from every side...were mirrors. Somehow, her crazy husband had sourced several, huge, freestanding mirrors and placed them around their bed. The results were impressive. Becky could see herself and Paul from an array of different angles -him, in uniform, she completely naked. There were reflections, and reflections of reflections - countless uniformed men straddling nude women. There were sheets scattered across the floor that had been covering the mirrors - the undressing noises she had heard earlier - and they added to the eerie sensation that she was in a universe filled with beds and lovers.

  “The fantasy broke our rules baby, but you know I’d do anything for you, so I got as close as I could.”

  “I’m a very lucky girl,” she replied, looping her hands around her husband’s neck and pulling him down for a kiss, “I can’t wait to be shared amongst all these men - fucking in lots of different positions and having a cock in every hole.”

  “Dirty bitch,” he mumbled, against her mouth, “now let’s see about that cock in every hole, shall we?”

  Pulling away from the kiss, Paul straddled Becky, placing his knees on either side of her shoulders. He undid his trousers and pulled his prick out. It was rock hard, straining up towards his belly button. He pushed it down with his hand and began rubbing it over Becky’s lips. She stuck out her tongue, and Paul brushed his cock against it, savoring the feeling of her talented tongue caressing his shaft.

  Glancing to his right, Paul watched several men getting their cocks teased by several women. It was quite the turn on. Twisting his head a little more, he caught a glimpse of his wife’s snatch in the mirror, pink and glistening. God, he couldn’t wait to be in there. Turning back to the real version of events, he fed his cock into Becky’s mouth so she could suck it properly.

  Getting his bell end nice and wet, Becky teased him relentlessly, sliding his cock deep between her lips, almost deep-throating him. Then she pulled back until he almost popped out of her mouth. She gobbled his shaft down again and repeated the process. Just as he started to approach orgasm, Becky changed tack and started sucking at the shiny purple head of his cock, alternating between fast and slow movements. She knew how to drive him wild, and loved doing it.

  If Becky strained her neck a little, she could see the reflection of the back of her uniformed husband, and herself, sprawled naked underneath him. Spreading her legs, she had an excellent view of her pussy, which in her opinion was desperately in need of some attention. Even from this viewpoint, she could see how swollen her labia and clit were. Popping Paul’s cock out of her mouth, she said, “Baby, I’m so wet for you. Touch me.”

  Reaching around, Paul stroked his fingers over Becky’s pussy. She was, indeed, very wet. He rubbed her vulva, then dipped a finger inside, coating it in her abundant juices. He brought it to her lips, and greedily, Becky sucked her own arousal from Paul’s finger. He did it again, sliding two fingers inside her this time, then lewdly finger-fucked her mouth. The third time, he tasted her juices for himself.

  Shifting his weight, he moved back down the bed and hopped onto the floor. He grinned up at Becky before he grabbed her ankles and yanked her towards him. She giggled, and caught sight of her face in the mirror, flushed but happy. She giggled again, but stopped abruptly as Paul spread her thighs and pressed his lips between them.

  He licked and teased her, flicking the tip of his tongue across her vulva, barely touching her clit. He planted butterfly kisses and little nibbles on the delicate and sensitive skin of her inner thighs. It felt delicious.

  Ever the obliging husband, Paul slid his hands under Becky’s thighs and pulled her tighter to his face, so much so she wondered if he could even breathe. She swiftly forgot her worries as he began to work hard on her clit, alternating between long flat strokes of his tongue and small but fast flicks. What made it all the more exciting is she could see it from every angle; several uniform clad men feasting on her body. Becky closed her eyes and let the feelings wash over her.

  After a few more minutes of Paul’s expert ministrations, Becky felt herself tighten, both physically and mentally. She grew tighter and tighter - a rubber band on the edge of release. Sensing her approaching climax, Paul slipped his finger into her soaking hole once more and crooked it up towards her g-spot. At the same time, he pulled her clit gently into his mouth and began sucking in earnest. Together, the two movements released the elastic band; and Becky’s climax hit her - hard.

  Her whole body writhed on the bed as she called her husband’s name, her cunt spasming wildly in the throes of orgasm. Paul watched his wife’s reaction with undisguised delight. She was so beautiful when she came - completely wild and abandoned. He was desperate to bury his cock inside her and fuck her hard until she came again - then he’d pull out and cover her stomach with his cum.

  Giving her a few seconds to recover, Paul wriggled his trousers and boxers down a little - enough so his movement wasn’t restricted, but not so much that Becky wouldn’t be able to see them in the mirror. Then he stood, leaning over the bed and looked at Becky. Once they had eye contact, he raised a questioning eyebrow as he stroked his eager cock. Smiling, Becky gave a nod, and that was all he needed.

  Placing his hands beneath her thighs once more, he pulled her to the very edge of the bed, then lifted her bottom until she was at the right height. He used one hand to guide his stiff cock into her hungry pussy, and slid home. They both sighed as he buried himself balls-deep inside her. She was so wet he could feel her juices coating his cock, dribbling down his balls and saturating his pubic hair.

  Pumping slowly in and out of her, he could see her craning her neck in order to see their coupling from myriad directions. He suspected she was probably checking out his ass, too. It wouldn’t be the first time.

  Albeit reluctantly, Paul slid his cock out of his wife’s pussy, and lowered her bottom to the bed. Before she had chance to comment, he said, “Get on all fours.”

  Eagerly shifting into her favourite position, Becky shuffled to the edge of the bed, her ass wiggling tantalizingly before his eyes. He playfully slapped her cheeks, and then grabbed her and manoeuvred her so she was almost parallel along the bottom of the bed. He put one knee up on the bed and entered her once more.

  The method to his madness quickly became clear. Though
it was a little awkward, it was worth it. Twisting to see the mirror closest to where their bodies joined, Becky could see them in all their glory. Paul had deliberately spread her ass cheeks to give the best possible view, and she could see his thick cock splitting open her pussy lips and pounding into her. She could also see the crinkled skin of her asshole. Knowing Paul could too, she tensed and released, causing the tiny hole to open and close like a little mouth.

  His cock stiffened further in response, and after giving a few more hearty thrusts into her cunt, he pulled out. Then he transferred some of her copious love juices from her pussy to her ass, working his finger, then two into her tight ring of flesh, preparing her. Soon, he felt her ass relax as it got used to the invasion, and he replaced his fingers with his cock.

  Slowly, gently, so as not to hurt her, he inched his way into her bottom. He gritted his teeth as the iron grip around his cock threatened to inspire climax. Soon, he’d filled Becky’s arse, and he gave her a moment to get used to the invasion.

  A wiggle of her ass and a muttered, “OK,” was his green light. He started with shallow movements, and as her ring opened up to him, he pounded harder, deeper, and faster. Judging from the noises Becky was making, she was enjoying it just as much as he. He noticed her head was turned to the side the whole time, watching them fucking. Her eyes roamed from her own face, to his, to her bouncing breasts, to where his cock kept disappearing inside her. She began pushing back against him, spurring him to go faster and faster.

  It was then he knew he was never going to come on her stomach. There was no time for that. Reaching under Becky, he sought out her swollen and slippery clit, and pinched, rolled, and stroked it as he reamed her ass. Wailing like a banshee, Becky pushed more and more roughly against him, and he knew she was almost ready. So was he.

  Seconds later, he felt the grip around his cock increase considerably, followed by rapid contractions. Becky was coming. The extra stimulation spurred on his own climax, and he pulled out quickly, spurting his hot spunk all over Becky’s quivering ass cheeks and gaping rear hole. The couple moaned and groaned their way through their orgasms, and their eyes met in the mirror. Instinctively, they knew they were thinking the same thing.

  They’d be sad to see those mirrors go.

  Miri on the Wall

  Callum had other models, but it was Miri who was on the wall. His studio was covered with the paintings and sketches of her he’d done over the months they’d known one another. Each time he completed a new work, he’d take another model down, and put Miri up. In the beginning, it appeared that Callum was taking care to adorn his walls with his most recent works. But gradually, every piece was replaced by one of Miri, despite the fact he was still working with other models. Those pieces were either sold or stored. Callum’s friends questioned him about it, but he merely shrugged.

  “She’s beautiful. Can you blame me for wanting to surround myself with beauty?”

  His friends exchanged exasperated looks, but let it lie. He was right, of course. Miri was beautiful. She was Callum’s only plus sized model and his likenesses were truly a sight to behold. The way the brushstrokes seemed to capture the perfection of her coffee coloured curves was breathtaking. Of course, they were all the better for the love and lust poured into them. Nobody looked at Miri in quite the way Callum did.

  Until the day he painted Miri in the nude.

  They hooked up after she’d answered an ad for a rubenesque model, but nudity had never been part of the deal. Sure, during some of the sittings she’d done, Miri would wear a top that showed off her ample cleavage, or jeans which hugged her ass. But that was as far as it went. Over months, Callum happily immortalised a fully-clothed Miri; the glint in her eyes, her devilish grin, crazy corkscrew curls and beautiful buxom figure.

  When Callum received an anonymous commission for a nude rubenesque painting, he panicked. Most of his other models were more than happy to take their clothes off for him - in a manner of speaking - but none of them were curvy. They were lithe and athletic, with perky breasts and firm buttocks. Out of his contacts, only Miri had the beautiful abundance of flesh that the client was looking for. Added to this, the required turnaround for the completed work was fast. He wouldn’t have time to find anyone else, and the money was too good to be passed on.

  Callum gulped when he accepted that he was going to have to ask Miri if she’d consider it. At least he’d be able to offer her a good fee. Part of him hoped she’d turn it down. Fully clothed, she drove him insane with lust. He was petrified of how his cock would react when the object of his abject adoration took her clothes off and posed for him. He had horrifying visions of reverting to a pre-pubescent boy and coming in his pants.

  He’d thought he was immune to being affected by his models. Miri was the only one who ever affected him this way. People outside the business often asked him if he became excited when painting nudes, and his answer was always no. To him, it was work, pure and simple. He was capturing what was in front of him and giving it a different life on paper or canvas. It could be a bowl of fruit for all he cared.

  Miri was the exception. From the moment she’d sauntered into his studio with her always-laughing eyes, beautiful full lips and those curves, Callum had been lost. Their professional relationship developed into a friendship of sorts, but they never crossed any boundaries. The closest they got to sex is when Callum once stroked his cock to orgasm on the still-warm sofa Miri had vacated not five minutes earlier, images of her swimming around his head.

  Callum eventually resolved to call and ask if she would be interested. It was less nerve wracking over the telephone; after all, she couldn’t slap his face through a phone line,. Plus she wouldn’t be able to see his face. Being nervous didn’t go with being a professional. She’d know straight away something was up. And if she said yes... well, he’d just have to cross that bridge when he came to it.

  Callum picked up the phone.

  ***

  For the first time in their relationship, it was awkward when Callum greeted Miri. The phone call went much better than Callum expected. Miri hadn’t been angry or upset, she’d thought for a second before answering. He hadn’t had to resort to persuading her with the promise of the large fee. She’d agreed to do it, and they’d arranged the day and the time.

  And now Callum - ever the gentleman - took her coat, trying desperately to avert his mind from the fact that very soon, she’d be removing a great deal more.

  He’d already turned up the heat in his studio, knowing the models tended to get chilly, but for the first time, he was overheated and found himself with - sweaty palms before they’d even started.

  Miri was sitting on the couch with her head down, staring intently at her hands. .Looking at her Callum realised she might be as nervous as he was. He didn’t know if this was her first time modelling nude. He’d put her hesitation on the phone down to the fact it was new to them and would cause a change in the dynamic of their working relationship, but perhaps there was more to it.

  Callum shook his head to clear his thoughts. It didn’t matter if this was a first for either of them. He’d deal with this professionally.

  He would.

  Really.

  “Okay,” he said, “shall we start? There’s a robe hanging behind the screen for you.”

  The slight tremor in his voice belied his confidence. If Miri noticed, she didn’t react. She flashed a quick smile at him, stood up and crossed the room and behind the screen he’d indicated. It was always in his studio, but she’d never needed to use it before.

  Callum took the opportunity to hide himself behind his easel. Already his cock was swelling at the mere thought of Miri undressing only feet from him. He could hear her shuffling around, and he tried not to imagine her movements, her clothes coming off, her skin....

  It didn’t work.

  She took longer than he expected, a
nd Callum wondered again at her apparent nerves. He hoped she didn’t feel obliged to do this sitting, thinking her refusal would affect their working relationship and friendship.

  As he opened his mouth to check on her, Miri stepped out from behind the screen. Callum’s mouth remained open.

  The robe preserved Miri’s modesty, but the black silk didn’t cover her shapely legs which tapered at the ankle, down to beautiful feet with the toe nails decorated in an attractive scarlet polish.

  Tearing his gaze away from her and swallowing furiously to relieve his dry throat, Callum started fiddling with the equipment on the table at his side. It was a ridiculous act, since everything was in its rightful place and had been for some time - since he’d gotten up early that morning and tidied it, in fact.

  .Miri cleared her throat and Callum looked at her, smiling wanly. “Are you ready?” she asked, fingers playing idly with the tie around her waist. “How do you want me?”

  Words that sounded so innocent the endless times she’d said them before, now took on a completely different meaning. Callum took a deep breath, biting back a hasty testosterone-fuelled response that would be highly inappropriate and potentially earn him a slap.

  Getting a grip on himself, he all but choked out, “The client didn’t specify. How about something like that scene out of Titanic, you know the one?”

  Miri’s eyes sparkled with mirth. “I never had you down as a chick-flick kind of a guy, Callum. Of course I know the scene. It’s wonderfully romantic. One of my favorites, in fact.”

  Callum wanted the ground to swallow him. Not because of the chick-flick comment, but because of Miri’s inference that he was trying to recreate a romantic scene. He had no idea how to respond, sure that whatever he said, he’d only be digging himself a deeper hole.