Page 68 of Buying the Bride

Any stronger and I’m going to have moisture running down my legs. Not necessarily what I need on the runway. My third look is the most daring, and the last look of the show. Black fabric hanging over my breasts and my pussy held up by nearly invisible threads. It looks like the fabric is just floating around me. Andrew is standing right by the runway this time, ready for his curtain call. The grin on my face tells me that I don’t have a chance.

I nearly stumble as I walk on, taken aback by the intensity of the vibrations. Heat licks up my spine because I’m nearly naked and close to coming in front of a crowd of people. Damn my husband, he knows me too well. Striking the best poses I can manage, I get off the stage and glare at him as he takes his bow, and as soon as he exits I grab his hand and shove him into the utility closet.

“This seems familiar,” he says, laughing.

“Shut up and turn that thing back on.” I unbutton his pants and palm his cock, which is already half hard.

“Yes, ma’am.” He lifts me and I wrap my legs around him just in time for him to slam into me. This closet is so small, my back is up against a set of shelves, and his is up against another. The vibrators springs back to life, and I let go, coming instantly. I cry out, and I know that everyone backstage will hear me, and I don’t care.

Andrew fucks me harder, faster. Later, we’ll go slowly.


“You liked that, didn’t you?” He pushes deeper into me, and I love the way he fills me up. Even after all this time, the way he fits into me perfectly makes me love him even more. “You liked almost coming in front of all those strangers.”

“Yes.” I crush my mouth down on his and I come again. The little toy isn’t letting me rest, sending spikes of pleasure through me, and I’m shuddering with it. Shaking. Shivering. I can’t see the room or Andrew or anything. I’m breathless and blind, at the mercy of this intense pleasure.

I’m about to come a third time, and this time Andrew comes with me, groaning as I almost scream into his mouth. I never want this to stop. I always want to feel this good. This perfect. Oh god yes yes yes

I think I might pass out from the pleasure, but the little toy shuts off, and I sag against Andrew. He lets me down, slipping out of me, and I know that I’m a mess. The delicate lingerie is torn, and what’s left of Andrew is running down my legs.

He kisses me, softly this time. “I love you.”

“I love you too. Damn you.”

He chuckles. “If you want to stop doing things like this, you just let me know.”

“How can I say that when it leads to sex like that?”

“My point exactly,” he says, grinning. “And as much as I’d like to stay in this closet with you, I think we should probably meet some of the people who came to the show.”

I sigh. “You’re right. Will you bring me a robe first, though? I think I’ve exposed myself enough for one day.”

Andrew pulls me against him so I can feel the length of his perfect body against mine. “Whatever you wish, my queen.”

THE END

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I flick through the Pornfix selection until I find my favorite go-to. This one is particularly hot—two huge guys, both with 10” dicks, thick ones to boot—spit-roasting a buxom blonde girl. As usual, I’m picturing myself in her shoes, naked and on all fours between two hot-as-hell hulks of men, who are about to do whatever they please with me.

It doesn’t take long to get my panties damp and my clit aching.

I kneel on my bed, eyes still on the TV, mesmerized by the way their thick cocks look as they plunge into her—one guy taking her from behind, his dick already slick with her juices, and the other deep-throat fucking her from the front while she cups his ass with both hands, mouth wide open as she moans with desire. I know the feeling, girl. I’m thirsty too.

But unlike her, I’m going solo again. As usual. Frankly, I’ve never met a guy who can manage to make me feel as full or as satisfied as I can myself. After more than a few failed dates, hookups and one-night stands failed to perform, I figure I’m better off this way.

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