by Cyan
Copyright 2006 by Cyan
All Rights Reserved; No Redistribution.
I snuggled in closer. Tyler and I sat on the living room couch, and we both liked it when I could tuck my body under his arm to get very close. I liked it a lot. And we both very-well knew where this was leading.
I really, really wanted it. I liked being close to Tyler even in a non-sexual way, but the truth is that it was hard for that to remain non-sexual for me because he always turned me on so much. I needed it with him and repeatedly counted my blessings that I had him.
Not many moments later, we lay in bed together. Yes, it was about to happen. He half-supported his body above mine, kissing me. I wanted him to take my clothes off. I liked it so much when he did that, and now I couldn't stand the wait. I looked at his face, tender and loving. What more could I possibly wish for? He obviously enjoyed this as much as I did, but I felt so thankful to him, for being in my life, for being who he was. I needed to make sure he knew it. "I have a real surprise for you," I said.
He looked at me questioningly. "On your birthday," I added, giving him my most wicked, enticing look. His birthday was a mere two weeks away.
But I was immediately dismayed at my own words, to the point that I then had to pay close attention to what I was doing, to continue giving him the attention I wished to. I was amazed, at what I had just said aloud. You see, the only surprise that had been on my mind of late was a threesome. The threesome idea had struck me as something that Tyler would undoubtedly like, but I certainly never had seriously considered pursuing the idea, and I had almost immediately considered it dismissed. Much as Tyler might appreciate such a thing, it simply wasn't going to happen.
But now what was I doing, making this vague promise? Was there going to be some other sort of surprise? I certainly couldn't think of anything to compare to a threesome! But a threesome was not something I could go through with. Yes, I'd just been feeling my love for Tyler in the most intense way, but a threesome? I knew I needed to think of something else. But at the same time, I wondered whether I had the imagination to come up with anything remotely comparable.
* * *
The apartment was two flights of steps up. Tyler knocked at the door. It was now two days after his birthday. I felt I was in a dream, sleepwalking through this. How had I come to say these things to him? Did he truly have that much sway over me? Now, a mere two weeks after I first opened my mouth on the subject, the idea was not merely aired, it was actually planned and happening. Madeline, Tyler had said was the woman's name.
She was attractive. She invited us in with a smile. Tyler received a kiss on the lips. I was startled: it wasn't Tyler's way to do such things with mere acquaintances. Or anyone other than me. And how did he know her? They looked completely comfortable with each other. I felt a fear.
She was more than attractive, and in one way I was relieved, though I had known to trust Tyler on that score. I knew Tyler's attraction was to clean, educated women, and Madeline looked to fill that bill. The type of woman I could imagine the two of us with. But still, that kiss!
"I believe you and I need to get acquainted," said Madeline to me as soon as she had drinks in our hands. Tyler and I had had a drink beforehand as well, which, in my own case, had been an absolute necessity. Madeline led me down a hall, into a bedroom. The sight of the bed was like a bucket of ice water on me. A stark reminder of exactly what we were here for. And that this was real, not some dream. I still had very little idea of precisely what would happen, how this would work, or even how it would get started. Madeline stood close to me.
Very close. She put a hand gently on my cheek, and said "You're quite pretty. Very pretty. But we're going to have to get to know each other very fast if we're going to do this."
Suddenly her lips were on mine. Insistent lips, and she held me against herself. Then I found myself on the bed, practically thrown. In a moment, Madeline straddled me, holding my wrists. I stared up at her face, unable to fathom how things had proceeded so far, so quickly. She held me down, and I felt the strength of her muscles. I was helpless.
She grinned, and lowered her head. She looked relaxed, as if this happened every day. She put her face to the side of my neck and I realized she was smelling me. "Mm," she said in a satisfied tone. Then she withdrew her head from my neck, and kissed me.
My wrists were still trapped. Her kiss wasn't hard, like her first one, but tender. Or at least it began tender, but it quickly escalated. I finally had a moment to think. Tyler's in the next room. This is a threesome, we've arranged here. This woman is getting to know me, in preparation. How could I have let this happen? And I had certainly no clue that things would turn in this direction.
But the biggest shock was something else. I was feeling it. All she had done was hold me down and kiss me, but the feeling was there, and strong, once I'd sensed its presence, and I was afraid that it might not go away. What was going on here?
She finally broke the kiss. She grinned. She looked, for all the world like she knew precisely what I was feeling, like she was seeing straight into my mind.
* * *
"I believe it's your turn again," Madeline said, with that wicked smile of hers. I was woozy; it was so hard to think. She picked up the vibrator again. Now, she'd just orgasmed, straddling my face. I was flat on my back, naked, tied to the bed, unable to move. I already knew that in moments, she would again have me beyond thinking. The way I'd felt when she'd used it on me earlier: my mind had been a total fog.
"Tyler," I said. She made no sign I'd said a thing, but climbed back on the bed. With the vibrator. "Tyler should be with us," I said. How long had it been? He'd been waiting patiently all this time? It seemed like hours, but I was so dazed, my time sense was undoubtedly off.
She finally paused, and looked at me. "Tyler's left," she said.
I was startled and confused. "Left?" I said.
"I gave him a video of what this did to you," she said, indicating the vibrator. "That's what he wanted: to see you coming at the hands of a woman." And she turned it on and put it on me.
"What?" I said.
"Don't think," she said. The vibrator did its evil. It was like I had only moments before rational thought would be impossible again. Madeline coming on to me, seducing me. Tying me naked to the bed. Making me come with that evil vibrator, then making me lick her. Tyler not even here. "No need to think," Madeline said.
* * *
I snuggled close. I wanted to be so close to Tyler, as we sat on the couch. We always liked snuggling, when we watched television or even when we were reading. When I snuggled with Tyler, there was no other place I wanted to be.
But I also wanted to feel it. I wanted to feel the desire, that had always been there. I wanted him to sense it, and to take me up to bed. Why couldn't I feel it?
I wondered. I couldn't help but wonder. He had that video of me. I'm sure he'd watched it. How many times? And did he have more? More videos of me? I could easily believe it of Madeline.
I snuggled close, but I couldn't feel it. The affection, yes, the desire to be close, yes, but not the desire for more. But he didn't seem to care, and that's what truly hurt. Why couldn't I feel it? Why couldn't I get that feeling for Tyler? I've always been sexual; I've always known that was my weakness. I've always craved it so much, even before Tyler, back when I was alone every night, and simply had to suffer. Why couldn't I be weak right at this instant, snuggling with Tyler?
I thought about sex. Was there a way I could get out of the house? After Tyler was asleep? I'd only tried that one time, and I was a nervous wreck the whole drive, there and back, afraid he would wake and notice my absence. These days, Tyler was out so many evenings, as if giving me my freedom. She must be giving him more videos. When does he watch them? Where does he hide them? Why doesn't he want the real me instead of some video image?
Why don't I want the real him? I thought of Madeline. I had to get out of the house: I'd risk it again tonight when Tyler was asleep. Madeline would answer the door, grinning. Knowing what I needed, that I was helpless. I'd be tied to that bed, soon afterward, giving her her pleasure. She probably wouldn't even bother to have me come. So often, she simply took her pleasure of me, then sent me on my way, still frustrated.
But I had to go. I felt so guilty. Was it me, who was affecting Tyler? Was that why he never complained, because he couldn't feel the desire if I didn't? Did he need to sense desire in me?
I snuggled in closer. And wished, so hard, that I could feel the desire. To go back in time. To when Tyler took me up to bed, and I had to have him in me. When I was so weak in his arms that I would promise him anything.
But how can we possibly go back?
Cyan Stories
Erotic fiction, sex stories, for erotica lovers.