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Even bleary eyed I could tell something had gone amiss. Mom and Cathy were sitting on the floor next to each other giggling away. Sob, Mary, and Bonnie were wrapped in a blanket on the other couch, and by the look on their faces, it wasn’t hard to figure out what was going on under said covers. Popoff and misty were playing some kind of game on the floor. And I kept rubbing my eyes.
It was like being drawn into a movie; put on the edge of your seat eyes peeled; then… BOOM. It was all a dream. I sorrowfully wanted this to be a joke, (to the point of being none too happy) but misty reinforced it. “It’s alive!!” Yup. I’d been asleep.
“FUCK NO WAY!” rang off my lips. Misty stared at me weirdly.
“Okay. You’re not alive then?” Her look got even weirder when the all too vivid image of her teething at my cock flashed in my mind and I blushed.
“I need some water.” Getting up involved some tuck-in work, why I was warm and wet put another mystery kink in my wake-up sequence.
Ever grab a countertop? Not for balance, just to ground? That was the best thing I could have done. There, right next to the chrome edge, were the candy stars. “At least that part was real” There was some solace in that after the dream let down: Then it clicked. Ipso facto, {yeah I googled the spelling} That meant at least one part of the dream, involving the staircase, could very well become reality.
Enter Perfume.
“You okay lover? You were having quite the dream. I didn’t move a muscle and you got hard again and exploded.” As per my lucid dream arms circle my waist; Cathy’s, not moms. Reality was starting to mix too well with sleepy imagery; a good pinch wouldn’t have hurt. She snuggled up, “You also whispered misty’s name.” My water gushed out into the sink, but no fireball.
Even As I started to explain the whole misty thing as a dream, my gears kicked in. “Just a dream. Highly erotic too.” You readers know every time I’d try to be cocky in the past it had backfired, still, one more shot wouldn’t hurt right? So I went for what, if this had been hockey or any other game, would have been called the long shot. “Based on some fact also.” She looked at me, (the kind I was hoping for) over that.
That was the cast, now it was time to troll the worm. I looked over at the candy stars.
“Do you like your ring?”
“Actually no, I hate it.” Received my pinch and a kiss. “Don’t be a Dummy. Question though? How did you know about the diamonds?”
Another Look at the candy stars.
Wifey was pulled in real close. “Better question, real diamonds? Why? Might not have been the hope diamond, but they were not cheap.”
More star gazing, this time quickly though. She looked at me funny but didn’t say anything.
Cathy’s finger drew down my nose to her lips, she kissed it softly, then pressed it to mine. “I told you. All part of the plan. Part of that plan was to make sure you got everything I could throw at you. Didn’t want to risk,” Her hand wrapped around my ring again. “You know, losing.” Her eyes started to mist, then wander as she looked for a subject change; the stars. She took the bait. I set the hook.
The ‘hey don’t touch’ slap to the back of her hand got me a set of death eyes. “What? I’m not allowed candy stars?” Was time to start reeling in.
“Nope. But I am. All the way up the stairs.” My hand slipped down Cathy’s yoga pants, she sucked air through her teeth with an Mmmmm’. “You teased the hell out of me that birthday. I think it’s fair I tease back, on the same set of stairs.”
That got a raised eyebrow. “Oh really? And just how do you plan on doing that?” My finger kept moving, in, out, over, and around. The more it traversed, the slipperier it got. Auntie was starting to get the shivers again.
“I know for a fact you have everything you wore that night here, go put it on for me.” Cathy cocked her head to one side with a half smile.
“Sorry lover boy, you destroyed the stockings, remember?”
There was another item on the countertop beside the stars, icing glue. When the stars and glue came together in my hands she backed up a bit.
“What are you up to?”
This was totally where I figured my cocky setup would explode in my face, there was after all a living room full of people. But Nope! As the dream reality woved and weaved on, mom told everyone it was time for bed, when asking us if we were staying up, as per the dream,
“Twenty minutes or so, well see what happens.”
Cathy was told the rest of the plan, “I’ll improvise the diamonds.” That registered immediately.
“Hope you have no cavities.”
She got a pinch. My hand was still where I’d placed it, so take a guess what got a tweak. “You get one step at a time, each step I lick off a candy.” Cathy faked a flashlight looking into my mouth. She got a special clip, and Didim Escort I got a warning slap.
“Sorry.”
“Hm-Hmmm. Continue.”
The pack of stars got a shake. “Recalling things, that skirt was short too, could get interesting when we get to the landing.” My plan may not have ended up in the ‘nice try’ graveyard, but I didn’t get away without a parting, humored shot. “You took your vitamins right?, Without them, I don’t think you’ll make the steps before, if you can I mean, cum again.”
“Actually I forgot them the last few days, so figured a double dose this morning.” Cathy stalled a bit, then very lightly, laid a hand on my cock. It responded like a rat trap, instant, fast and hard.
“Oh boy. Uh, you wash that stick, I’ll be doing the same.”
That didn’t need an explanation. “Yes, boss.”
Cathy had been wandering her way to the stairs murmuring something on the lines of trouble walking, but for whatever reason, that yes boss stopped her. “Am I? Am I the boss? YOUR boss? Do I get to dictate everything? Are you under my thumb and stiletto of my heel?” These weren’t questions. This was a direct probe. One that beat the dock confrontation.
My brain was trying to figure out how a harmless rib had turned into such a serious conversation, but she kept on. “You’re the one telling me how to dress. What sexual antics you want to play out. So that means your the boss.” She looked at me with the tiniest glint of mischief flickering in her eye. “Be back in a few.”
I was left baffled. On one hand, why had a joking comment caused such a huge reaction? The other hand’s question, one that had been bothering me for some time, had to do with what the hell the deal was with the vitamins? Only the last one counted, the first was just a setup I hadn’t seen. Cathy had out connived and acted me again.
Twenty, thirty, then forty minutes went by and I was starting to think my wife had fallen asleep, till a familiar refrain, (reworded and sexually soaked) drifted into the kitchen.
“So tell me boss why do you need,
Some extra overtime from me?
Did I guess and get it right?”
A very black, very shiny, very spiky high heel appeared not much lower than the doorframe head. Un-stockinged, it slid slowly to the floor.
“Some fantasy dick-tation tonight?”
With that, she twirled into the door frame and I was reintroduced to my aunt, Cathy, and my wife. Not in the same way as the first time, but duly effective. “Hey, boss.” She had a pencil end between those purple lips.
Everything was different. The skirt was below the knee, hobble style, dull gray, with a zipper up the back. She had a collared, cuffed blouse of white silk, that while not skin tight, left little wonderment as to what the shape and size of her breasts were. Or to the placement of her nipples. Blood red fingernails and glasses on the tip of her nose, hot to say the least.
It had always been, (at least to my knowledge) that weaves took days to unweave, hers were gone. Instead, she had a tight bun, and not to miss a tease on me, those little tendrils hanging close to each cheek. Cathy was even bearing a prop, besides the fake specs I mean, she had a folder in hand, the one that wasn’t suggestively playing that pencil. I felt WAY underdressed and said so.
“Are you kidding me?” There is no way to describe the look on her face as she advanced. I’ve never seen it in any kind of movie, porn or not, not drawn or painted, and in all the words ever written, never described. In fact, the only thing I can think of is Ralph Wiggins, I was, “in danger” and just as cluelessly happy about it.
“I’ve been watching you for months! What times you leave, and come. When you go to the gym. I even know if you’ve had a bad workout or not just by the smell of you.” She got in close and grabbed. “You are dressed exactly how I planned you to be.” The folder she was carrying got tossed on the table. “I didn’t do your report. Just didn’t feel like it. So I’ve been bad.” She bent over the table much as mom had in the dream. “Guess I need a spanking huh?”
Never been into role-playing, just can’t act. Was supposed to play a rock in a school play. How do you fuck up being a rock? I couldn’t keep still. Not the same this time. I had a tantalizing woman, over shoulder looking at me, with a half dare, all want, come on. How she knew the whole secretary thing was a huge fantasy, dunno.
Didn’t matter. Thespian’s, all apologies, but it was big cheese time.
“Miss Kravits.” (that got a giggle) “You have had at least twenty minutes to work on that…” She got a medium open hand to the butt. I got a ‘seriously’ look. Okay up the game. That zipper had been taunting me since she bent, so it went up a few teeth. “Now in your best estimate, Can you do better?” This one came down hard enough Didim Escort Bayan to sting my hand.
“FUCK YEAH!! I may need more convincing though… bitch boss.” Okay, another new element. Cathy’s hands gripped the far side of the table, she was breathing deep, moderately fast, what caught my eye was the quiver in her legs. I picked up the folder from the table, (all blank pages) “Can you not even spell the company name right? It is on the letterhead?” The last spank had got her going, so I figured a little harder was in order. Up the zipper more and WHACK!
I’ve never seen an ass move in a circle like that. It was the flute to my cobra. (yes I’m referring to that snake) which she bolstered with her coo-mmmm’s. The breathing didn’t change speed, but the depth did.
We’d touched on this before with Bonnie, but this wasn’t the same, she was dead set into this. “Sir? That zipper goes a lot higher, get what I mean?” Cathy was still in the role but her focus was going a tad fuzzy. Mine went too when the zipper hit the hem of her skirt. The fact there were no panties was a give in, the fact the cheek I’d been focusing on was red, not pink; was a surprise.
“Shit. I’m sorry babe.”
Wrong.
That folder I’d flung on the desk? One armed across the kitchen in a flutter of aggravation. “I swear if I have to tell you once more to SPANK ME…”
Voice tone can mean everything. Coach uses it, mom and dad sure as hell did, and Cathy defined it, (this round). So I wound up and did what I was asked. The reaction was breathless, commanding, and very needy. MORE, please more.” Despite some reservations on my part, for the next five or so minutes slaps alternated between cheeks. She was breathing heavy and quick now and rolled over slow, purring. as my cock got nabbed again.
“Lover that couch was a new orgasm for me,” The grasp tightened.
“I promise the stars will happen. But right now? You need to fuck me. Grab my hips and fill me again, I need to cum like that again.”
How do you go from couch romance into an all-out spanking fetish? Did not care in the least. The look in her eyes and the smoky sex of her voice had me removing clothes so fast you would have thought it was a XXX Buster Keaton flick.
She rolled over and raised up on her heel tips, that perfect apple butt glowing with a hue to match the description. My hands started to move as gently as I could over her cheeks, you could feel the warmth, Cathy half whispered, half plead, “Baby, PLEASE! Now!” After everything else, there was no way an immediate, rapid entry was going to happen.
The tip of my cock moved across some very wet lips garnering me more whimpers of ‘now’ and slid slowly in. I thought I was being Mr. nice guy, Cathy thought otherwise, and hissed again, “You bastard. Just you wait till it’s my turn to tease.” Lots of things can put fear into you. Bullets, car crashes, heart attacks, and many more. Somehow my aunt pissed off, with me more than likely compromised and at her mercy, trumped all that.
My hips started moving a lot faster. The table started making those linoleum screeches from the dream, if anybody cared it was not me and my wife. My hands were vice gripped on her hips and she was making no small allowance for pushback to my thrusts. The power was still off so the kitchen was cold, to look at us you wouldn’t know it, we looked like two people at the end of a smelting shift.
Cathy’s hips had entered into a blur of rotation and thrust backs, she was so dammed wet and tight my cock was screaming at me to cum. When one of her hands slipped off the table edge it caused us to lurch forward, I collapsed on top of my wife’s back. It felt like everything including my balls had pushed into her, somehow she got her arms bent back and wrapped her hands around my neck.
Every doctor in the world will tell you it can’t happen, well, I’m telling you it did. From deep inside her pussy she started to hum, like a vibrator on low, and it just kept building in intensity. My lip was bit so hard blood flowed, it was the only way I could keep from screaming.
When I started to cum it wasn’t in one big gush. Cup fulls of sperm gunned out of me and every time one did my aunt’s body reacted by clenching my cock. My neck was latched on to like a cat afraid it was going to fall, her pussy did a clutching, unclutching on my dick any funny-car driver would have been amazed at. Simultaneous orgasms are amazing, more so if they happen with someone you love.
Why the table didn’t break I’m just going to chock up to quality furniture. That couch orgasm had been intense, this one proved to be otherworldly and a complete energy drain. There was no movement for the longest time. The house was dead quiet, (amazingly) all you could hear was us breathing and the occasional sound Escort Didim of a splat on the floor. However much we both came, enough was leaking to leave a puddle.
That lasted for a while but obviously, she needed to breathe without my weight pinning her down. Any sane couple would of high tailed it to solitude, not us, we just lay next to each other, gasping. A few minutes later I had a very important suggestion to make.
“Cathy?”
“Uh-huh?”
“I think we can forgo the stairs, ER, stars.”
Giggle. “Stars Agreed. Stairs not so much, don’t think we should sleep on the table.” Giggle
“Good idea. I don’t wanna move though.”
She rolled over to kiss me jokingly asking, “But how are you going to carry me through the threshold?” That put the energy back, I had one chance to do this and it was going to happen.
“Get zipped up, I’ll get the papers and your heels, plus mop up.”
She blushed at that. “Then wait.”
Getting the fluttered paper wasn’t a chore, more of a blessing. I got to watch Cathy redress. That silk blouse being buttoned up over those breasts, and the wiggle she did getting back into that skirt. No office boy has ever been paid that in full. Did lose out on one thing, sort of; she gathered her heels. Still, I did get to see her legs bend to put them on.
Mopping took a few more paper towels than I thought it would, but looking up as the last glob was wiped away made me shake my head in a, ‘your unbelievable’ kind of way. There was my aunt, all prime and proper, ankles crossed, hands folded in her lap, sitting pretty on the kitchen table.
“Just like nothing happened huh?”
I got the, ‘come over here finger’, was pulled close and whispered to. “Every seen a pair of titty handfuls and some toes creep past a doorway? Use the mirror to look.” I still don’t know why dad put a mirror behind the kitchen nook, never thought to ask mom, but right now it made sense though. A pair of unmistakable cute and perfect tits jutted out from the door frame. Both disappeared as soon as my eyes were seen in the glass.
It was Misty, and I let my tongue slip. “Please don’t let her be teething.”
Cathy oh hoed pushing me back slowly while clicking her tongue. “Ohhh, Misty and her teeth huh?” She had that grin on and a twinkle in her eyes. “So I’m guessing blow job dream? Right? You know she’s good with those teeth, she knows how to treat a clit right. Must have been some blowjob the way you came sleepy boy.”
There were stairs to climb, no way in hell she was going to drop the dream thing, and we’d already been busted once in the kitchen. She was scooped up, with a small giggle on her part. “That dream I had? Going to take a lot longer than these steps to explain, and I’d really like to take you to our bed. Promise I won’t rattle your noggin’ on the door frame too.”
Her head nestled into my shoulder. “Okay lover. Sounds very good.”
Cathy doesn’t weigh much, she’s not rail thin, just a touch more than is needed to put the curve of a woman to optimum effect. Halfway up the stairs though I was carrying dead weight. Out like a light. Got my way through the doorway with no head bonking, took a while to undress her, that damn skirt just did not want to leave those hips, then covered her up.
The storm had pretty much died out, so I went to the window and did a check on the generator, not that it needed it. We ran it off two tanks, wasn’t going to die anytime soon. Storm clouds were still being blown around like they may reform when like someone had punched a hole through, they broke. The full moon that shone brightly almost blinded me, it did wake Cathy up. “Hey, you. Why don’t you leave those curtains open and ride a moonbeam over here so I can go to sleep in your arms?”
“Yeah, Mabey I should huh.” The bit of carpet from the window to the bed had been walked a million times since I’d butchered my aunt’s stockings. So when another sharp object pierced my foot I was at a loss as to how I’d miss another diamond. It wasn’t like that carpet hadn’t been given the once over a million times.
Black cats, walking under ladders, broken mirrors, never really bought into that… sometimes though. What I’d stepped on was a pin from when my teeth got knocked out, the dentist had given it to me. Just a round button with a picture of one beat-up hockey player on it.
But it shouldn’t have been here, that was years ago. Maybe when I dug the sticks and pictures down it fell out? Made no sense, how the fuck would I of missed it during the diamond round-up?
“Are you okay? What the hell did you step on?”
“Thumbtack.”
That was a dead-face lie. But that pin brought back all the worry, premonition, and misgiving I’d been having about the big game. How do you tell your new wife, one who wants to fall asleep in your arms and the moonlight, that even if you don’t believe in signs, a pin had just turned into a portent? You don’t. You kiss, snuggle, and dream.
All night long the bench I desperately needed to reach, kept moving
across the ice of a never-ending rink. Away from me.
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