Chapter 9: Final Image
Lily and George walked back to the main section of the bookstore. Lily had tried to fix her hair as best she could but it was still a bit disbelief, and she still hadn’t found her panties.
Feeling a bit self conscious about being in public without panties, but at the same time aroused, Lily felt like the other patrons could see right through her dress.
The illicit warmth of her recent escapade coursed through her veins. Lily wondered if it was written all over her face, that wildness, that craving for the thrill and danger that turned her on so much.
Stepping out into the harsh fluorescent light of the bookstore, George smiled, taking her hand in his. "Right this way, M'lady," he announced with false pomp, as he led them to the check-out counter. Lily smiled back at him as they strolled together, hand in hand.
Her eyes scanned the room. Did they simply think she and her husband had had sex, or could they tell that she had let three other men and a woman fuck her married pussy. She could feel the dried cum on the thighs as she walked.
There was no denying what had happened, nor could she temper the wildness that surged through her. Lily felt liberated and anxious in equal measure.
Adrenaline coursed through her veins as they made their way to the counter. The clerk thanked them for coming and said he hoped they’d be back soon, causing Lily to blush and become wetter with the memory of what he did to her in the booth. As they left the store, they found themselves back into the mundane world that had suddenly taken on a glossy new luster.
"What now?" she asked nervously. George turned to her, mischief dancing in his eyes, and said, "How about we go home and plan our next adventure?" Lily's heart fluttered with excitement at the prospect of their newfound passion.
As they walked towards their car, Lily looked up at George and slowly wrapped her arms around his neck. Before he had the chance to react, she kissed him with all the fervor of her newfound sexual freedom. He responded eagerly, his hands running down her back and gripping her ass.
The kiss deepened, becoming as intense as the one they shared in the video booth only minutes ago. It was full of desire and passion, but it also held a strange vulnerability that neither of them had ever shown before.
When they finally pulled away, Lily rested her head on George's shoulder, taking deep breaths to calm herself down. The surge of excitement and lust still coursed through her veins, threatening to overtake her self-control.
"Shall we head home then?" George asked, his voice wavering ever so slightly.
Lily nodded, brimming with excitement as they got into the car.
Once they reached their home, they wasted no time, hastily getting undressed in the bedroom. Lily stared at herself in the mirror, admiring the way her full figure looked under the soft glow of the bedroom lights. She had never felt more beautiful, nor more cognizant of her sensuality.
George, on the other hand, appeared transfixed by her, magnetically drawn to the newfound confidence and sexuality that radiated from her body.
She was no longer just his timid housewife, but a woman who knew what she wanted and how to get it.
He moved closer, wrapping his arms around her waist and nuzzling at her neck. A shiver ran down her spine as he placed a gentle kiss on the curve of her shoulder. "You're amazing, you know that?" he whispered in her ear.
She felt her cheeks grow warm at the sincerity in his voice.
Lily had always been insecure about her body, but in this moment, she felt desired and cherished.
"I still can’t believe how much they wanted my, George," she replied softly, leaning back into his embrace.
His hands traced a path up her sides, stopping just below her heavy breasts. She could feel his breath hot against her ear, and it sent a thrill down her spine.
"You are beautiful, Lily," he murmured, his fingers lightly brushing against her nipples.
She let out a soft moan, arching her back in response to the sensation.
George, fully aroused once again, trailed kisses down her shoulder until he reached the swell of her breasts. He gently cupped them with both hands, teasing her nipples with his thumbs.
Lily gasped, her heart racing. The desire that had been lingering in her veins sprang to life once more. "Take me to bed," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion.
George didn't need to be told twice. He led Lily over to the bed and gently pushed her down onto the soft mattress. She sank into the plush covers with a sigh, watching as her husband climbed on top of her.
He lowered his head, taking one of her hard nipples into his mouth. Lily gasped at the sensation, arching her back as he teased her areola with his tongue. His hands roamed down her body, landing on the curve of her hips.
"What ever put the thought of going to the bookstore in your head?” He asked as his fingers moved to tease her swollen clit.
She let out a whispering moan, her body trembling as the sensations built up.
“I-I found a book... on our bookshelf...the stories in it made me wet…I wasn’t sure people actually did those things so I found some message boards,” she confessed, her breath growing more labored with each passing moment .
George was astonished by her admission, inwardly excited by the fact that she had done some exploration on her own. “You read that stuff, huh?” he asked, feeling a thrilling curiosity stirring him.
Lily nodded, her face flushed with pleasure, “Yeah, I couldn’t stop myself, and it drove me crazy. I wanted to live out my own fantasies, George. I wanted to feel them.”
He gazed upon her, his eyes sparkling with the fire of their desire.
“I needed more, George, I couldn’t control it any longer,” she panted, unable to hide the ache in her voice.
The vulnerability and passion in her words sent a surge of lust coursing through George’s veins. He slid a finger inside her slick warmth, savoring the gasp that slipped from her lips. His thumb caressed her swollen clit in gentle circular motions while his mouth captured her erect nipple, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh.
Lily sighed, her back arching further as she threw her head back on the pillow, succumbing to the mounting cascade of pleasure.
"Fuck, George. I can't handle this," she whimpered, her panted breaths catching in her throat.
George kept up his relentless pace, teasing her to the edge of climax only to pull back, prolonging the exquisite agony.
Her hands fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, desperate to feel his strong, bare chest against her own.
With each button released, her heartbeat quickened and her breaths grew shallower. George's body, hard and toned, stood before her, a testament to his untamed masculinity.
As she stood before her husband, her fingers trembled with excitement as she traced the lines of his rippling abdomen. Her lips parted involuntarily as she reached his nipples, her tongue darting out to briefly sample their hard peaks before she resumed her attack on his shirt.
Once the fabric was completely undone, she tugged it harshly from his shoulders, sending it fluttering to the floor like a defeated warrior.
George's touch was electric, sending a jolt of pleasure shooting down her spine. The anticipation was almost unbearable as he nibbled her earlobe and whispered filthy words that set her heart racing.
"I can see how wet you already are for me," he growled, slipping a hand between her thighs. His fingers explored her slick folds before parting them, revealing her swollen, needy clit. Her body trembled as he gently massaged it, sending waves of unadulterated pleasure pulsing through her core.
His lips found hers, and they kissed hungrily, fueling the fire burning within each of them even further.
Lily moaned wantonly as he slowly inserted one long, thick finger into her wet pussy. Teasing, George crooked it, hitting her G-spot with pinpoint accuracy.
"Fuck," she gasped into his mouth. "Yes, do it harder."
George eagerly obliged, adding a second finger, stretching her tight walls wider around him.
"Oh yeah, baby, just like that," she cried out, unable to conceal her unfiltered pleasure.
He pounded into her, his fingers hitting her sweet spot relentlessly as she wrapped her legs around him. Her full breasts bounced with each thrust, and she squeezed her nipples between her fingers, heightening the sensations coursing through her.
Lily tasted the salty sweat on George's skin as she kissed him fiercely, their teeth clashing.
She could feel the tension building up, her orgasm was creeping up, threatening to overtake her senses.
His hands splayed across her back, holding her close. He plunged deeper, faster taking her to the very brink of ecstasy and then pulling back, prolonging her maddening pleasure.
"Please, George, I can't take it anymore," she pleaded breathlessly, tugging helplessly at his hair.
George could sense she was close; he savored the power he held to send her plummeting over the edge.
“Are you thinking about the men who ravished you?” He asked his voice husky as he slipped a third finger inside her wet folds.
Lily nodded feverishly, her body writhing under his touch. At the admittance, George began to thrust his fingers faster, harder. The thought of other men pleasuring his wife provoked him, and it was etched across his face.
‘Do you want to tell me more, love?’ He growled as he felt her inner walls tighten around his fingers.
“Yes, I need you to know…” she gasped, her words interrupted by a loud moan. She was so close.
"Tell me, Lily," George demanded, his breathing ragged. He could feel her walls tightening around his fingers, and he wanted her to let go, to confess everything that had happened in the back room.
"I...I felt so alive when the took me," she admitted, her breath hitching as his fingers continued their relentless assault on her sensitive body. "It turned me on so much that they wanted me.” Her back arched as she spook “They didn’t even ask if I wanted them to wear a condom, the just slid in bare…” she whispered.
The words slipping from Lily’s mouth only fueled George’s erection further, every single filthy detail and revelation spurring him to touch her more desperately. He plunged a fourth finger inside her wet pussy, and she clenched around him.
Her whimpers turned into full-blown moans as he strummed her clit with his thumb. George was merciless in his pursuit of her pleasure, determined to push every boundary and edge her closer to the edge.
“They filled every inch of me,” she panted, her hips grinding against his invading fingers, needy and desperate. “I just let go, George. I felt so...alive.”
Lily moaned loudly. “And then everytime I looked over at the hole I was reminded that you were watching…. You saw your wife being fucked and didn’t stop it….I felt like a slut….”she was panting heavily now “and then I realized I loved it! I was their slut ABs you were letting it happen.” Lily arched her back, her hands clutching the sheets beneath her. “And I came so hard when I realized that.”
The dirty words spilling from Lily’s lips made George wild with desire. It was as if he was discovering a whole new side to his wife, and it thrilled him beyond belief.
Without warning, he shifted positions. He pinned Lily down to the bed and forced her legs open, his gaze fixated on the glistening wetness between her thighs.
"Goddamn, Lily," he groaned, his voice husky. "You're so fucking hot and wet."
His dirty talk sent a jolt of pleasure down Lily's spine. She watched as he slid off the bed and knelt between her legs. He nudged her knees further apart, revealing her fully to his admiring gaze.
"I've never seen you like this before, Lily," George whispered, tracing a finger down her wet slit. "So wild and uninhibited."
She gasped at the touch, her body trembling with anticipation.
He flicked her clit, sending a jolt of pleasure through her core.
"Fuck, yes," she moaned, her back arching off the bed. "Just like that."
George grinned wickedly as he complied, his finger circling her clit with expert precision. Lily's breath hitched as he slowly inserted first one, then two fingers inside her. He explored every inch of her, each stroke sending a surge of pleasure through her body.
"You like that, baby?" George asked in a husky voice.
"Yes, I love it," Lily cried out, her hips bucking against his cruel invasion. He pumped harder into her, spreading her wider with each thrust until she felt deliciously full.
Unable to hold it back any longer Lily let her orgasm crash over her. George pulled his fingers out and cuddled next to her as the drifted off to sleep.