EXTRACT FOR
Making Him Watch
(Nicola Nichols)

When the dance ended, I told Freddy I thought it was time to go home. "The game stopped being fun."



Freddy grinned and called for the chauffeur to bring the limo around. On the way home, he ran his hand up under my dress, taking full advantage of the slit to reach my pussy. "Did he want you?"



"He said he got hard and wanted to fuck Mrs. Carter," I said.



"Did he now?" He touched my cunt through the panties. "And what did Mrs. Carter want?"



"To go home with her husband."



Freddy looked surprised. "Really?"



I slipped off the seat and got on my knees between his legs. As the limo rolled down the highway, I unzipped his pants and worked out his cock. Then, I took his cock in my mouth and sucked him, going down on a man in a limo for the first time. 



"And you wouldn't want to do that to Paul?" he asked as I wiped his cum from my cheek.



"Not Paul."



"The beach bum?" he asked.



I grinned. "Maybe. Under the right circumstances."



The answer thrilled him, and I began to get ideas of my own of ways to please my Freddy ??" things to please him that he didn't even know he wanted, or was afraid to admit he wanted.



Needless to say, we had a hot night at home. I decided to give him more of the fantasies he wanted. He wanted to imagine seeing his wife cheating on him with other men. As we walked into the house, I slipped off my dress and let it drop to the floor. In very skimpy panties, stockings, and heels I fixed us each a drink while Freddy took off his jacket, his tie, and then his shoes and socks.



When I handed Freddy his drink, his eyes were big and fixed on my breasts. "Since it interests you, suppose for a moment, that Paul was the kind of guy I wanted to cheat on you with," I said.



"Yes," he said. "Suppose that."



"He has a good body. He looked fit. That means he'll have stamina." I ran my hands over Freddy's face and then his chest. "A girl likes stamina. And he probably has a big cock. Even if it's just slightly bigger than average, he'll be proud of it, of course, that prick. And given the chance to stuff it into Mrs. Carter, he'd get hard fast."



"No doubt," Freddy said. 



I touched his crotch. He was hard. I undid his pants, let them drop, and stroked his cock.



"Now he isn't the aggressive alpha male we've talked about, but if I let him have me, he'd want to do something that would make him feel he owned me. He'd want to create a special intimacy." I licked my lips. "He'd want to do something to me that you've never done."



"What?" Freddy asked, hoarse. I undid his shirt and it joined his pants on the floor. He was naked now.



"That depends. I don't know him, but I bet he'd ask. As he excited me, kissing my mouth and giving me his tongue, sucking my nipples hard and running his hands over me, he'd probe. "Have you ever sucked his cock in the limo? Did he ever fuck you in the office?" I smiled. "Naturally, as we both got crazy excited, he'd ask me if you'd ever fucked my ass."



Freddy tensed. We hadn't ever done that. "He'd ask you that?"



"I don't know about Paul." I smiled at him. "We both know that the beach bum would. He'd want to take me every way. But anal? I bet Paul would want that too."



"And would you let him?"



I smiled. "If a man wants me that way and I am turned on, having his cock in my ass should be glorious."